-Chapter 2 - Now Brick pov!-

(Brick pov)

I woke up snuggling someone, who the fuck was snuggling me? I opened my eyes that met a heavily tattooed chest and I realized that I was cuddling up to Butch. I must have fallen asleep on the couch with him. I blushed full on crimson and looked up at his sleeping face, I noticed a pained expression on him. He started to talk in his sleep.

"Don't go... No..." He murmured and his face contorted into distress in his sleep. I raised a brow, what was he dreaming about? "I'm sorry... Brick please don't go..." He said in panic before his breathing quickened and I felt his heart rate spike. I've never seen or heard him in so much pain before. Why is he dreaming about me leaving him? "Please..." I see tears streaming down his face and I get up out of his hold and began to shake him. "No..." He said, shutting his eyes tighter.

"Butch! Butch get up!" I say loudly and he shoots up and looked at me with a pained expression before pulling into his arms and hugging me tightly. I usually really hate hugs, but it looked like he really needed it. I did actually kinda like hugs from him, it felt different for some reason... I feel his breathing start to regulate and his heart slowed down. I still can't shake the thought of why he dreamed about me leaving. Why would I leave ever?

I let him hug me for awhile, he started to completely relax. "You okay?" I asked him and he nodded. "You were talking in your sleep... Why would I ever leave you?" I asked him and he looked away, unable to meet my gaze. I noticed that he avoided my eyes often, so I couldn't read them. I can tell what someone is feeling from their eyes. It's where all the emotions lie. He was hiding something from me.

"It was just a nightmare... I'll be fine... Thanks for waking me... " He said solemnly before getting up and walking into the kitchen. I hated when he fucking did that! Butch ran off when he wasn't comfortable with a situation and I was confused by why he wasn't comfortable with talking to me in general at all. He wasn't always like that, so why now? I followed him and noticed him staring blankly into the fridge. He just stood there for what seemed like hours. I start to feel my patience wearing thin.

"Look... If you're gonna sit there and zone out then please don't keep the fridge open..." I say in frustration before going back to the couch, tying up my long ass hair that I'll have to take care of tomorrow, and laid down. I'm tired and really didn't want to do this right now. He walked back into the living room and gave me a look of guilt and another emotion I couldn't understand. " I'm sorry..." He said looking at the floor. "Get over here..." I say, I don't know why...

He sighed and walked over to me and sat on the loveseat next to the couch. "Butch... Even if you commit the worst crime known to man I will never leave you... You're important to me... I would never run from you..." I say and his expression hardens. "I hope that's the case..." He said with a dry chuckle. "Come here..." I say sitting up, I know one way to show him I'm not going anywhere. He looked at me in confusion and I sighed in impatience. "Butch... Get your stupid ass over here... Right now..." I pointed to the couch with a stern expression. He got up and plopped down next to me with a skeptical face.

"Lay down you idiot..." I tell him, this is the only way he's going to let me in. He raised a brow and I harden my gaze. "I wasn't asking you..." I say before moving to give him room. He sighed and flopped onto the couch and laid there. I laid down next to him and motioned for him to put his arms around me. I know he wanted to do it, but there was something holding him back. "Just hug me dammit!" I blushed wildly and he timidly put his arms around me.

This was something I don't normally do, initiating contact with someone. I feel him pulling me to him and I blushed even more, he had a nervous expression and I see a flickering of comfort in his dark green irises. I obviously had some kind of effect on him, because he never hugged people like this. Butch would take hugs, but it was always brief and never lingered.

With me, he was always so close... Like how he nuzzled into my hair earlier and instantly his bad mood was gone. It was like I could get him from uncomfortable to completely relaxed again with a simple action. I don't know what power I had over him, but he just radiated emotion around me. It was never really one, it was always a slew of different emotions. I could read some, but most of it I couldn't even begin to understand.

He started to look like he was falling asleep, I took the time to study his expression and he tiredly looked into my eyes. I still saw that careful and constant restraint that he always has around me. He never usually let me look into his eyes so I was completely focused on that. I for some reason had a thought come to mind. "He's got really beautiful eyes..." I thought as I just looked into them for awhile.

He lifted a hand to brush some loose strands of my hair from my face. I jumped at this, the touch felt really intimate to me. I felt my face heat up more, he just closed his eyes and put his forehead against mine. I don't know why this action gave me a sense of comfort that I possibly couldn't fathom. "Good night... Love you..." He said timidly and I hum in response. I don't know why my heart jumped in my chest when he said that to me. I never had a response like that when Boomer said it to me, or anyone else for that matter. It just meant more to me for some reason when it came from him.

He rarely said it unless he meant it, and most of the time it was directed at us. He started to completely fall asleep and I just laid there and watched him. I never noticed how different he and I looked. He had a more manly appearance and I was slightly more feminine. No I didn't look like a girl, but I had softer features and a more lean physique. I never noticed how beautiful he's become. I know... Wrong person to be calling beautiful, but he just always had this effect on me too. He was so playful usually and I was always so serious. He usually was the one to bring out my fun side. He helped me live it up a little, and I gave him a chance to take things more seriously.

I for some reason looked at his hair and wondered what it'd be like to touch it. I lifted my hand and ran my fingers through it. I looked shocked, his hair was spiked but there was no trace of products in it. His hair was incredibly soft, like petting a kitten. A giant, tattooed, weird, strange, but special kitten... He smiles in his sleep when I touched his hair, it obviously comforted him so I did the only logical thing, I continued to do just that. My heart slammed in my chest and a feel these weird butterflies in my stomach.

Why did he do this to me? I didn't understand this feeling, because I've never felt it before. I feel his arms hold me closer and I am now pressed against him. I'm usually really warm, which is why I hated physical contact, but he just never overheats me. It was like he was taking some of the heat away and made it a more pleasant experience. I started to fall asleep too, I've never been this physically comfortable with someone before.

My eyes started to feel heavier with each passing second and I feel my body, out of instinct, bury into his embrace even more. I put the blanket back over us and completely fall asleep, feeling the most chill I have ever felt in a very long time.

-i don't ever see more serious butchick stories and I thought it'd be a nice concept! hope you enjoyed this chapter, more will be coming soon!-