Of course, considering I woke up in Sam's bedroom, waking up the next morning was interesting.

To be honest, for less than a second, I completely forgot how I got there, so I was a little terrified. I was in my crush's bedroom. How?

My memories of the previous night, like nothing I'd ever felt before, returned to me quickly enough, though.

But not quickly enough to stop me from shooting up into a sitting position… and slamming my head on the sill of the window I'd fallen asleep under. You could reasonably say the blunt force was what knocked my memories back into place.

Sebastian's remarking "That's the second time you've hit your head on any part of Sam's windows in the last 24 hours" probably helped, too.

This is when I really started to take in the current situation. It was still raining outside, but the world was visible again. Sebastian was looking at me from across the room, on the floor over by the keyboard. I also realized we both had blankets covering our laps, and that pillows had been under both our heads.

I froze as I realized… I definitely did not grab these myself. I thought of the possibility that one of these guys had thought about my happiness and draped a blanket over me, and replayed that thought over and over again for the next few seconds.

Then, I said "Thanks. For giving me a blanket and pillow. Whichever one of you that was."

As casually as you could imagine, Sebastian replied "Oh, that was Sam," and pointed over at Sam's bed.

I looked over, and… Sam's bed had Sam in it, he was fast asleep on his right side… and he didn't have a single pillow and he was only covered in a white sheet.

While my heart broke, Sebastian then said "Hearing us talking about the band must have been SOOOOO boring, huh? One moment, you were with us, and the next, we look over and you've crashed."

"I… I have the strictest circadian rhythm you've ever seen," I said sheepishly. "Since I moved here, at 2am, I just… conk out. Without fail."

"…At exactly 2?" Sebastian asked, clearly confused. "Have you thought about… getting that checked out?"

"I'm almost scared to," I said. "How do you think Harvey would react if I told him if the clock strikes 2am, I'll fall asleep immediately?"

"That is pretty out there," said Sebastian.

"Yeah," I said.

I looked back over at Sam, then down at the pillow on the ground beside me. The thing was going to get way more use back with the person it belonged to at this moment. Either that or my love for Sam told me giving him a pillow was no question. Maybe both.

Standing up and picking the pillow up, I said "The last thing I heard was that at the least, you two could get together on Tuesday and go over 'that one part.'"

"Oh, yeah," said Sebastian. "It's kinda funny. He's the one who wrote that part… and the rest of the music… but he's struggling even more with it than I am. I'm struggling with it, too, though. It's… I keep telling him that's just way too many notes to play that quickly, but he insists that it has to stay in the song."

"Oh," I said with a bit of a chuckle, placing the pillow beside Sam's head.

I got a better look at Sam's sleeping form at this moment. When I tell you it took every ounce of logic left in me to hold back from crawling into that bed, wrapping my arms around that warm torso and nuzzling my face into his shoulder… I mean it. My heart felt like it grew a hand, which felt like it had plunged out of my chest and was reaching desperately for him.

"I mean… do you think you can pull it off?" I asked Sebastian, if only to calm my aching heart.

"No," Sebastian replied with a laugh. "He thinks I get better every time, but there's no way."

I realized that I had sat down on Sam's bed without realizing it. I quickly rectified my error by standing back up.

As soon as I did, though, Sam rolled over. He was still asleep, but he was now facing me… and his head was on the pillow I'd just given him. His hair was all over the place, as you'd probably expect of someone whose hair was already so wild in his waking life, but strands of it draped over his face. I could feel my heart melt; it was as if drops of my melted heart were dripping onto my ribcage. He was… He was fucking cute.

"So, uh…" Sebastian then said, snapping me out of what I only then realized was a bout of staring. "What are your plans for today?"

"Oh, I was… just going to go fishing as per usual, nothing unusual," I replied, feeling a little flushed with embarrassment. "What about you?"

"…You know? I don't really want to go home yet," he said.

"…I feel ya," I responded, thinking about the warm and safe feeling I still felt by being here, with the rain still pouring outside. "We can make the excuse that it's still pouring rain outside and just… stick around until Sam wakes up."

"Yeah, I suppose," he agreed.

Sebastian ended up talking about the band for a bit more, the gigs they'd tried to book, how Sam had walked in on Sebastian playing a piano and that's how they'd gotten the idea to start a band… all the little things.

I ended up staring at the acoustic guitar in Sam's closet a lot. I wanted to hear him play. Like, I actually wanted to hear him play music, and not just from outside as the band practiced. I hoped the day would come.

But it was perhaps the final topic of conversation we had before Sam woke up that stuck out the most to me. Sebastian had said it after a brief pause, after he couldn't think of anything more to say about the band.

"You know…" he said, his voice a little quieter… maybe because he was about to talk about someone while they were asleep. "Sam used to bother me all the time to hang out. But since you moved here, he bothers me way less often."

My stomach grew butterflies, and I could feel my face getting hot, as I replied "O-Oh, really?"

"Yeah," he said.

I waited for him to say more, but he didn't. Looking back, I think that was on purpose.