I think I've written like... 8 chapters for this so far? You have two choices, I could upload ALL of what I have now, and then you'll be left hanging for a week or so. Or I continue uploading a little here and there. Idk. Tell me what to so somehow. COMMUNICATE PEOPLES.

also thank you for reading.

The ride there was short and full of excitement. You clung for your life to Cronus' back and you couldn't have been happier.

When the bike halted to a stop, you must have let out an audible groan because the man you were clinging to chuckled.

"Ya had fun?" He tilts his head back to look at you.

You just tug the helmet off and nod, your grin being enough of a tell. Of course you had fun.

He smiles and nods.

"Good."

He steps off the motorcycle and offers to help you off, you stupidly explain to him that you can surely do it yourself, and end up falling flat on your face.

Well you almost did.

Thankfully right before you hit the ground a pair of muscular arms wrapped around you and yanked you back up.

"Woah woah woaahh, careful there." He chuckles a bit.

You feel your cheeks get warm at the closeness and clear your throat.

He curses under his breath and smiles awkwardly before letting you go.

"Sorry 'bout that. Wanna go in? Mama should be home soon I think."

"I'd love to!" You nod and follow him into his large white home.

The second you stepped foot in the door, you were shocked.

The place was…well… classy.

It was clean, it smelled nice, everything was organized and the interior decorating was just magnificent.

"Wooowww… Everything is so…nice."

He just laughs a bit.

"What did you expect?"

"Well… a lot less nice, a lot less organization, clothes everywhere, and possibly the smell of smoke?"

You hear a rather low laugh from inside the other room and a larger man walks in.

"Cro what kind'a impression you got on this one that he thinks ya live like an animal?"

Cronus grins when he sees the man and he practically drags you over to him, you can't help but tense ever so slightly.

"Nah, Kankri's a good kid Pops! Kankri, this is my dad." He jerks a thumb at the man.

The round man just smiles at Cronus.

"Kankri, huh?"

He looks back at you and smiles.

"I've heard good things 'bout ya."

You were raised to be very polite. So you do as you were taught and stick out your hand to shake.

"Kankri Vantas, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you." The man gives Cronus an amused look before shaking your hand.

"You can call me Jack. Ain't no need for 'sir' in this house. Nice ta' have you over. Cro don't have many good friends he likes to have over."

You smile slightly as he releases your hand.

Cronus clears his throat.

"Wanna go see my room?"

You smile up at him and offer a nod, before you know it he's bolting up the stairs, causing you to sort of jog after him.

His room is more or less what you expected.

It reeks of smoke and old cologne and there are clothes strewn about, but you can't help but smile.

"This is what I expected the rest of your house to look like."

He seems to nervously rub the back of his head and smile.

"So ya like it? It's kinda messy but.."

You take a moment to actually look around; the walls are a gorgeous purple color with posters from old bands and movies he liked. The bed was messy and a large tv was on the wall in front of it, setting in the corner was an old bass guitar and some sheet music. The dresser directly under the tv was cluttered with empty cigarette packs, bottles, hair gel and random papers.

You don't realize your mouth is agape until Cronus speaks up.

"Kan…?"

You shake your head and turn to face him, smiling slightly.

"Although it's very unorganized and reeks of you… I like it."

He nods with a crooked smile and flops back on his bed with a low grunt.

You follow suit but with what you like to think is a bit more gracefulness.

You roll over on your stomach face him.

"So what are we going to do while I'm over?"

He scratches his chin a bit.

"Ya like movies? Cookies maybe? Ma's great at baking. Maybe stay the night I don't know."

You smile at the mention of movies.

"I'd love to watch movies. And.. Yes I do like cookies I suppose; but I am not sure if I feel….comfortable sleeping over. I do hope you understand."

He just shrugs it off and sits up.

"What movie first?" He opens a closet and points to a large selection of movies, you stare at the large stack in awe before walking over to choose one.

"So," you start as you search through the movies, "Your father said you don't have many friends over? May I inquire as to why?"

He sighs.

"Ah, it ain't like Kurloz and Meulin don't like hangin'… They just.. They're not my cup 'a tea I guess. Ma and Pop don't like Meulin won't go much a' anywhere without him… So.. Ya know. Most of them bein' over is sloppy makeouts between the two."

You flip over a copy of Grease, god this movie case had been worn out.

Probably been watched a thousand times.

"Why me? I've seen you at lunch, you have several more friends I'm sure."

He shrugs.

"Nah. Plus you're interesting. I like the way ya think."

You stand and walk to the bed, the copy of Grease in hand.

"What do you mean 'the way I think'?" You sit on the edge of his bed and offer him the movie.

He takes it with a smile and stands.

"Well ya know, you like to talk. You're goddamn smart as ever and you worry about everyone. Sorta a big change from any of my other friends ya know. Plus you're cute."

You froze up and shifted uncomfortably.

"Ah, well thank you I suppose… but please do refrain from calling me such things as 'cute' seeing as they make me rather uncomfortable…"

He puts the dvd in the player and nods.

"Gotcha. But ya know what you just said there? You told me what ya felt and why. Most people don't do that. Ever. I like it on ya. Suits you."

He plops down on the bed and lays back. He pats the seat next to him.

"Wanna sit? I don't bite too hard. Unless you're into that."

You frown and gently hit him in the arm.

"D-Don't say such things around me!"

Regardless, you scoot up closer to him and he watches you for a moment before starting the movie.

Suddenly the room just feels very…hot. It's too warm. You need to take your sweater off….

But.

You never take your sweater off.

Never.

You fidget in your seat.

"Cronus? Um…if it isn't too much to ask, do you think you could lend me a shirt? It's…rather warm and I don't seem to be wearing anything under my sweater…." You tug on the collar of the sweater a bit.

He looks over at you.

"Huh? Yea sure. Hold on." Before you know it, he's up and at his closet, he tosses you a plain black shirt.

"Change in here or the bathroom, it's out the door and down the hall, first door on your right."

You stare at the shirt for a bit before looking back at him.

"Will I fit in it?" He stops for a moment.

"What? Of course you will. Shits too big on me even."

Yea, ouch.

That sort of hurt you and you weren't even really sure why. You just bite your lip uncomfortably and grab the shirt before exiting the room.

You find his bathroom easy enough and close the door behind you.

You take a breath and slowly pull the sweater over your head.

Why were you doing this?

Your sweater was your safety blanket in a way.

You wouldn't even take it off at home most of the time.

But nonetheless, you fold it up neatly, refusing to look in the mirror as you pull on the black shirt.

It smells like Cronus.

Cigarettes and Cologne.

You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down a little bit.

You slowly look up to see yourself in the mirror, your pale arms and neck exposed, your face just a bit darker…and a bit…redder?

Were you…blushing?

You gently touch your cheek to discover it's rather warm.

Maybe you were ill.

Kankri Vantas, did not blush.

Okay maybe he blushed occasionally; but not because of some disgusting cigarette smoke and cologne.

Okay…. Maybe he did blush at the smell of cigarettes and cologne. But never would he admit it.

Your hands shake softly as you try to fix your hair a bit, the attempt proving futile.

You hear a knock at the door and jump slightly, causing a comb to fall onto the floor; you quickly kneel down to pick it up.

"Hey Kan? Ya okay in there?"

"Y-Yea! Sorry for making you wait!"

You quickly place the comb back on the counter and open the door, your cheeks still red.

"You alright chief?"

You nod slowly and grab your sweater, pulling it to your chest.

He leads you back into his room and sits on his bed, patting the seat beside him again.

You take it and the movie starts up again.

(CRONUS' POINT OF VIEW!)

You don't know when it happened, and to be quite honest, you could give a shit less when it happened.

All you know now is that there is a sleeping brunette pressed against you and he's fuckin' adorable.

Of course it is pretty late…and it would be just plain rude. To wake him, so you pick up your phone and dial Karkat's phone.

"Who in fuck are you and what in the holy fuck do you want?"

"Cronus Ampora, got your number from Kan, Just called to inform you that Kankri's stayin' the night."

You hear silence on the other line for a good minute.

"What."

"Kanny here is sleepin' over."

"'Kanny'? oh my god. Do not call him that he will rip out your throat. Any fucking way. Why the hell is he staying over? He barely fucking leaves his room and I've never hear d him talk about you before and that asshole talks about everything. Does he need clothes or anything? He could have fucking called. Where is he?"

You smirk. You're definitely going to call him Kanny more often.

"Kid's asleep next to me in my shirt. Don't worry I got this."

You hang up and smirk as you hear Karkat cursing at you on the other end.

You look at the clock on your phone and smile to yourself.

12:02 am.

You set your alarm for 11am and toss your phone across the room so you're forced to search for it in the morning to shut off the alarm. Brilliant plan.

You glance over at Kankri once again and take in his features.

Short, adorably chubby, gorgeous green eyes, wild yet perfect dark hair, and a gorgeous complexion.

Yea, you weren't gonna lie.

You had it bad for him.

It dawned on you a couple days ago while the two of you were talking about sexism in music.

You really liked him.

You like hearing him talk.

You love it actually.

And he'd been more or less upset when you'd called him cute.

But you could live with that, if he didn't feel the same way about you that was fine.

You're sure as long as he still looks at you, talks to you, and smiles around you… well… as long as he was happy, then you'd be just fine.