I awoke next to a lanky blu haired man, with a voice like velvet. He had his back turned. I heard him yawn and slowly roll to his back. He popped one eye open and stretched his arms out over his head. I looked down and saw Stuart's feet pop out from the end of the covers. All his toes curling and uncurling. He turned over to me, a blush spread across my face, there was no way to hide it. NO way at all. He smiled an adorable smile and I looked at him dreamily, thinking of what it would be like if he would just call me his, and hold me tight all day and night.
"Goo' mornin' luv"
"Good morning, Stuart"
"Yew sleep well?" 2D said with some concern.
"Yes, very much. You know I always do when I'm with you" Oh my god did I just say that out loud?! I silently cursed myself.
"That's nice to hear" I saw a bit of blush, run across the singers face.
If I could describe the first day I started to have feelings for 2D, it would go a bit like this.
It was early in the morning, like 4 am. I couldn't sleep. A horrible dream had kept me up. I walked out of my clutter ridden room. And to the lift. i pushed the button that would take me to the first floor of KONG. I liked the cold sensation when I took the lift. The only thing that was bothersome was when it hit the level and you suddenly began to feel very heavy, and then back to normal.
I walked out into the messy living room. I noticed that someone was awake, judging by the TV being on, and several giggles erupting from the back of a very familiar head. It was Stuart, I loved his lau- what am I saying, I wasn't too sure, at least not until 20 minutes after this moment.
I walked slowly to 2D "May I join you?" I asked calmly. The singer flinched a bit.
"I didn't 'ear you come dow', luv. Tellie must be too lou'. Yeah, sure, come 'ere and sit next to me"
I gladly walked to the spot closest to 2D, and curled up next to him, like a puppy, to its owner. I smelled of hi usual smell. Butterscotch candies and cigarrettes. It may not sound like the best smell. But it can be very intoxicating, and good.
"So wha's up? Bad dreams?" He asked as he put his lanky arm around the back of the couch.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. Same one as every time. I absolutely hate it! It confuses me, I can only remember bits and pieces".
"I'm srry, i wish I could 'elp yew. Wanna watch the Tellie? The show tha's on is really funny. I think it will cheer you up" He looked over to it, as I looked up at him, and he started cracking up at what the man was doing. I wasn't paying attention to the tellie though.
A sudden bliss of happiness, and confusion and awe, struck me as hard as a punch to the face. I looked at the blue haired man. I couldn't help but blush at how cute, adorable, and well... HOT, he was! Everything about him made me have a pit in my stomach and a lot more nervousness, than I'd ever had before.I was at a loss of all words to my knowledge. I had never realised how much he men't to me. from the day I arrived in that FedEx crate, to the day I sat here gladly peering at him with awe. Stuart Pot meant more to me than anyone I'd ever met. The way he smiled and his whole face scrunched upwith joy. And when he talked, the way his jawline moved and how I could look up to him when I was standing next to this blue haired god. He was the best, kindest, and certainly the most troubled person I had met (aside from Murdoc). I just wanted to jump on him and kiss him and hold him and to have him hold me, and tell me he loved me. I needed him all to myself. I knew him better than almost everyone. On very restless nights I would head to his room, or occasioanally he would come to mine. And we would share secrets and laugh together, in some cases, even cry. He'd seen me at my weakest, as I'd seen him. I loved everything about this man. And I could only hope that eventually he would feel the same.
These feelings are the feelings I had been feeling for at least a month now.
"Noods?" 2D asked me as he shook me a bit.
I found my self caught in my thoughts, and feelings, as I stared at him dreamy eyed. "Sorry 2D. I was lost in thought." I suddenly wasn't in control of my body anymore and I wrapped my arms around his middle, and held dim tight. I don't know what brought this on. But I could only feel the warmth of his large hands wrap around my middle and hold me back.
This only sent more confusion and distress to my mind. Does he love me as well? Maybe he does. But why would he even like me? I'm so ugly, and scrawney. All this ran through my head, and then some. for over 3 minutes, before the brisk air hit my back where his hands had been. And I heard a loud knock on his door.
