Billy awoke to eyes on him. He saw green eyes, Spencer's eyes, eyes that didn't have a name.

And then he saw Spencer's face turn red, and the green eyes disappeared, and he smiled.

"Can't sleep?" he asked. But then realised that he could see, and it wasn't night anymore, so he was wrong.

"Oh, it's morning."

"No, the light's just on," Spencer mumbled, opening his eyes one at a time. It was sometime during the middle of the night.

"I just got up kinda early... that's all," he explained, turning on his back.

Billy scoffed an "oh really" but kept his gaze on the boy beside him. There was a weird feeling in his body. Was it guilt? Infatuation? Admiration? Sadness? Happiness? Hunger? All of these things? None of them? He didn't know.

"Do you miss them?" he then asked, but he wasn't really sure why though, he didn't know if he wanted the answer. What if Spencer said yes? Would that even change things?

"I do," Spencer finally said. And Billy died a little inside.

"But, I don't miss the feelings."

He buried himself under the blanket they shared, there was no way he could ever say what he wanted all out in the open like this- he needed a barrier.

"At home I just feel…. like.. bad." He peeked at Billy.

"With you," he paused, "I don't feel like a burden." He pulled the blanket back over his face.

He heard shuffling, and then felt weight on his legs. Slowly, he pulled the blanket down halfway and was met with Billy's eyes.

Billy grabbed his hands, and tugged the blanket down, revealing Spencer's red cheeks.

"You're definitely not a burden, dude."

His cheeks got redder. Thanks biology.

"So please don't ever feel like you are."

Red. Red. Red. That's great.

"I'm sorry everyone can't see how awesome you are."

He could feel his heart beating. Fuck.

"But…. I hope I'm good enough."

Blood wouldn't stop rushing to his cheeks. You definitely are.

Billy hesitated a moment.

"C- can I kiss you?"

He nodded slightly. Is this a threat?

That's what Billy was, wasn't he?

And then he felt something against his lips.

And he felt the butterflies, and all those other things that were supposed to happen.

"I'm sorry," Billy whispered, but Spencer didn't know what for.

so ur probably wondering why this is so short, well I got lazy, and my creativity is going down the drain. This little story is coming to an end, and I'm just fresh out of ideas for something bigger. The next few chapters are gonna be little short ones like this that lead up to the final chapter(s) just of their daily domestic lives, mostly just fluff.

I'm also starting my final year of hs soon, so I'm gonna be stuck with so many projects (one that I should've been working on this summer but didnt) So the next chapter might not be out for a long long time until I'm done with this current project (it's not due til I think january, or somewhere around there), I just wanted to let you guys know it'll probably be a while.

As always, thanks a lot for reading, it means a bunch, see ya!