Smitty was at John's place, where he almost always was. Even tho his new apartment had been furnished, boxes unpacked and everything decorated, it still was missing something. Smitty just didn't know what it was missing, no matter how hard he thought about it.

That's why he found himself at John's home again. The man was lying on his bed, taking a drag from his vape. He blew the smoke towards Smitty's face, as he lay next to him. Smitty didn't react, just staring at the ceiling. Neither of them spoke, enjoying the silence. When John went to take another drag, Smitty plucked the vape from his hands and began to study it.

John sat up slightly, leaning on his elbow, looking at the other playing with his vape. Smitty could feel eyes on him as he moved his fingers over the side of the vape. As he was satisfied with his find, he handed the vape back to its owner. John silently took it and put it in his back pocket, all while still looking at Smitty. He smiled as they locked eyes.

Smitty snuggled closer to John and closed his eyes. He couldn't help it, he liked the warmth the other gave off. He suddenly felt fingers softly stroking through his hair, the telltale cold of rings against his scalp. He sighed content, relaxing even more.

Smitty realise he liked laying there, next to John, being able to feel the sweater he was wearing and smell the slight smell of pinecones. The fingers massaging his head were a nice plus. He suddenly got an idea. Opening his eyes, he moved his head to look at John.

"Can I try on your clothes?"

The fingers in his hair stopped and he swore he could hear John's breath stop for a second. John's expression didn't change, calm and relaxed. Although one eyebrow rose in question as he half shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"

Smitty felt slightly disappointed at losing the fingers in his hair, as John pulled back. He simply rolled over the other and off the bed, making John groan. Laughing, Smitty crossed the room to John's closet. He started pulling out various items of clothing, commenting on his finds. John didn't react much as he scrolled through Twitter.

A chuckle escaped Smitty's lips as he pulled out the red, yellow and blue hoodie. He pulled his own off and John's on, looking in the mirror besides the closet. John looked up from his phone, hearing the other chuckle softly to himself. He felt his heart pick up speed as he recognised his signature hoodie. It was his favourite, but somehow, as he looked at his best friend wearing it, he loved it even more.

"You look like a smoll bean," John said, blurting it out without thinking too much about it. Smitty turned towards him, faking being insulted. "This meme boi aint no small bean," he said, crossing his arms," Besides, you're not that much bigger than me." John chuckled, looking back at his phone again. Smitty looked at himself in the mirror again, before taking the hoodie off and putting it back in its place.

Next, he pulled out a reddish orange floral shirt. He recognised it, John had worn it in a Try not to laugh video with Miniladd and KugoTheMighty. Smitty liked that video a lot. He always enjoyed seeing his friends messing around and having fun. He smiled softly to himself.

"You want to try that one?" John asked, pulling Smitty from his thoughts. John had studied the other as he had been staring at the shirt full of floral patterns. Smitty shook his head. "No, I like this one better on you," he said. John stood from the bed and walked over to him.

After some rummaging through the closet, he pulled out a dark blue shirt with a white tropical flower pattern. "Here, try this one," he said and handed it to Smitty. The other took the shirt from him, pulling his current shirt off. He pretended that John wasn't looking at him and quickly pulled on the other shirt. He turned his back towards John and studied himself in the mirror.

Huh, he could actually pull off a flower print. Who knew?

He looked up to see John's expression in the mirror. He somehow wasn't ready for the small smile on the other's face or the intense look in his eyes. He quickly lowered his gaze.

"It looks good on you," John said softly," You should keep it." Smitty turned around, looking at John as he walked back towards the bed. "For real?" John hummed. " Yeah, I never wore it anyway." What John wasn't saying was that he liked it better the way Smitty looked in it. "Thanks." What Smitty wasn't saying was that he didn't mind having a piece of John with him.

"No problem," John said," Now put on something comfy and come here." Smitty pulled out some of John's sweatpants, pulling them on and his own sweater before joining John back on the bed. They looked at each other and simultaneously said; "Movie?"

As they laughed, John grabbed the remote and activated the TV on the opposite wall. "Movie it is," he said and slung an arm around Smitty's shoulders. As Smitty snuggled closer to John, it suddenly hit him. What he had been missing at his apartment, although he had been there for months now. What he had been missing was a sense of home.

John felt like home.

/

"Your nail polish is chipped."

Smitty held John's hand in his. The other shrugged, putting the controller down. They had been playing some Call of Duty 3 on John's Xbox, before Smitty had randomly grabbed John's hand.

"It's a shame, you should apply a new one," Smitty said as he dropped John's hand and picked up his forgotten controller. John hummed as he resumed the game, instantly sniping an enemy. Their attention was back on the game again as the round ended and a new one began.

Smitty was busy landing headshots on people in game when John spoke up. "Why don't you do it?" He couldn't help the chuckle that left his lips as he watched from the corners of his eyes how Smitty's expression changed from concentration to surprise, almost biting on his own tongue.

"I may?"

John chuckled again, nailing a knife kill in the progress. He could practically feel the excitement radiating off of Smitty. He knew the other had always wanted to paint his nails, he once mentioned it during one of their Skype calls. Back when they lived far apart and rarely saw each other. Smitty had claimed John was 'pretty cool' for painting his nails and not giving a shit what other people thought about it. He claimed that he would start painting his nails as well, but he never got around to it.

"You may."

Smitty dropped his controller and got up from the floor. "Where do you keep your shit?" he asked, looking around John's room. "Cabinet in the corner, second drawer," John said, getting shot by another player, which ended the round. Smitty opened said drawer and rummaged through it, selecting different colours nail polish. "Don't forget the nail polish remover," John said, watching him grab all the stuff.

As Smitty returned with all the stuff, John shut off the Xbox and put the controllers in their holder. Upon seeing the colours Smitty had chosen, he let out a laugh. "What?" Smitty asked, amusement in his voice and an eyebrow raised. "Of course you had to go with red and blue," John said, shaking his head. "Yeah, though they are too dark, I wanted a brighter shade," Smitty said and grabbed one of John's hands and removing the remaining nail polish.

"I like the dark colours," John said. "I know," Smitty said, picking the blue nail polish first," but you could use some bright colours in your life." He carefully painted all but one fingers on John's left hand. He left the ring finger bare. To be honest, in John's case almost all his fingers were ring fingers.

"I have you," John said softly as Smitty moved on to his right hand. "Hmm?" He repeated the action with the dark red colour. "You said I could use some bright colours, but I already got you to brighten up my day." Smitty gave him a deadpanned look, but John could see red on his cheeks.

"Shush up," Smitty said. "Shush up?" John asked cheeky. "Been hanging around Delirious too much," Smitty muttered, painting the ring finger on John's right hand red and the other one blue. Once he was done, John kept his hands in front of him, letting his nails dry. Smitty was staring at John's nails, pondering.

"I think you did a good job," John said. Smitty hums. "You were actually being pretty careful," John continued," then again, when are you not careful with me." Smitty rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly. They looked each other in the eyes for a moment, before John began wiggling his fingers.

"Wait, what time is it?" Smitty asked all of a sudden. "Uhm," John said, making sure his nails were dry, before taking out his phone," Around 5? Why?" Smitty sighed and got up. "I've must go, still got some groceries to do, then cook dinner and actually eat it" Smitty explained. "You can stay for dinner, stores are open till 8," John said, getting up as well. Smitty shook his head. "What? Afraid I'll fucking poison your food?" John asked, squinting his eyes. "It's not that," Smitty said laughing," But we agreed to play with Fitz and Toby tonight, remember?" John looked confused for a second. Then a light went off above his head, figuratively speaking.

"Oh. Right."

Smitty smiled. "You can stop by tomorrow if you miss me too much," he said with a cheeky smile. "I wouldn't miss you, bitch," John said without missing a beat. "Me neither, asshole," Smitty replied before quickly hugging John. The other held him close for a moment. "Talk to you tonight," Smitty said as he let go and walked towards the door. John smiled as he started his Xbox back up.

John was smiling again as he arrived at Smitty's place the next day, getting in with the spare key he got from the owner. He smiled even wider when Smitty proudly showed off his fingernails, which were now sporting colour. The same colours as John's, but a much brighter shade.

He loved it.

John kept Smitty's hand in his, pretending to study the nail polish. As Smitty started to rant about how many kinds of nail polish there were and how the cashier kept asking if he was buying it for his 'girlfriend', John kept holding his hand. He was happy Smitty choose bright colours.

John had always been dark, edgy and sometimes sombre. Smitty was bright, positive and happy. John knew that he had shadows, dark clouds hovering over him. But in that moment he realised, that shadows could disappear if a light shone bright. He needed light to cast away his shadows. He needed that bright life in his life. He realised, that in his life, he need only one light.

John needed Smitty.