I lied on the couch, resting my head on Hope's pillow while watching some late night TV show which I think was about a cheating husband, I really have no clue. It was some other language with subtitles. I wasn't following it very well, I was too tired to sleep. It makes no sense. I shuffled down and picked up the remote from the floor that had fallen and turned the TV off. The room went dark, I rolled over and pulled the blankets up to my chin. My eyes were tired, but I couldn't fall asleep, too much was running through my mind. Two days ago, a cute boy walked past me and I figured that would be the last I would see of him. Now I was on his couch, thinking about what had happened over the past few days. I had lost my fiance, her sister and most likely everyone on that side.

The only hope I had left was, Hope.

I curled up into a ball, let the first tears slip down my cheeks and allowed the darkness to consume me into a lasting sleep that night.

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The curtains weren't closed the night before, so I was awoke at 7am sharp by the sunlight of Bodium shining directly on my face. Startled, I rolled over and landed with a thud onto the carpet. Pulling the covers over my face I tried to go back to sleep. I shuffled around and ended facing the other way to where I was before, my feet where my head was and vice versa. It was too uncomfortable so I grumbled and pulled myself up onto the couch again and faced away from the sunlight, squishing my eyes shut to block out all light. My final comfort was broken when hysteric laughing was heard from the kitchen.

"What the-" the voice began, sobbing with laughter, "That was the funniest thing I've seen. Best morning ever."

I opened my eyes to see Hope in the kitchen, bent over the counter, losing his shit.

"I'm sorry..." I croaked, still waking up.

"Don't be sorry, that was hilarious! Did you want some breakfast?" He beamed while walking over to the couch and planting himself on the floor at my eye level.

"Yeah, you." I thought. Jeez Snow, this early and you're already thinking about that sort of stuff? "Nah, I'll be fine, thanks anyway. Glad I made your morning." I continued, chuckling.

"You sure did." Hope smiled, flicking his silver fringe to the side and putting his hands in his lap. Not a second later, he jumped up and practically dragged the blankets off of me. "You haven't even seen the rest of the place! Come on, I'll give you a tour!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

I stumbled, trying to regain my balance, as I got dragged down to the other side of the apartment that I had not seen. He pulled me down the hallway, past the room that he slept in last night.

"There's the bathroom and the spare room." He pointed out to the left. "I would totally let you stay in the spare room... If it had a bed and you could open the door. There's so much stuff in there, I don't even know. He laughed. He had let go off my arm now, so I was just following him. He walked down the end of the hallway to a small room which had a washing basket, a washing machine and a dryer. There was also a screen door at the back. Hope opened it and we both walked outside. "This is the balcony that I saw you passed out on the beach from." He told me, pointing down the beach which was now crowded with people trying to escape the hot summer's day.

"Ah." I replied, not wanting to think about what had happened that night. Hope looked at me and practically knowing what I was thinking, opened the door and ushered me back inside. We walked down the hallway to the last room. Hope opened the door to what I presumed was his bedroom; the room he went into last night. He let go of my arm and walked into his room. He turned around and looked back at me and smiled.

"You can come in you know."

I walked into the room, which was bigger than I expected. There was a desk in the corner, which connected to a bookcase. It was filled with books. Well duh. There was another desk on the other side of the room, a smaller one though. It had a tablecloth on it, which was white and frilly on the edges. There was a laptop, its lid shut sitting on top. In the middle of the room was a double bed, freshly made. It pretty much took up the entire room. Hope was sitting on the end of it. He was looking at his feet. His expression was that of a person pondering something.

"Snow?" He asked, still watching his feet.

"Uh, yeah? What's up Hope?" I replied, puzzled, leaning against his doorframe.

"Can I ask you a personal question? Don't take this the wrong way, I'm only curious! Oh god, what am I doing, why am I doing th-" He began to ramble.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, calm down Hope." I went to the edge of his bed and sat down next to him, "What do you want to ask? Don't be afraid, I don't bite. I've only known you for a couple of days, but I've told you stuff not even my closest family know about."

"Yeah, I guess you have, hey?" He stuttered, looking up at me. We kinda stared at each other until he broke the silence with the three words that made me want pass out. These words made me completely doubt myself as a person.

"Are you straight?" Hope questioned.

I looked down at his pale face, then to his hands which were crossed on his leg. He was shaking like mad. I felt so bad for him, I just wanted to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be alright. To be there for him. Cuddle him when he was cold and hold his hand when he was lonely.

"I really don't know... Anymore." I confessed, adding an emphasis to the last word. He noticed that. He looked up at me. He didn't say anything, he just rested his head on my shoulder. I froze. Was this really happening? Was Hope, the young boy I had only just met, falling for me as hard as I was falling for him? Doing what I had wanted to do since I had been near him, I slid my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to me. I held on to him, feeling his arms make their way around my own waist, holding me tighter.

The tour of his house ended there. But I'm not complaining.