Every Night
Rex lay squashed against the wall, trying very hard not to wake Weevil, who was sleeping pressed up against him in the tiny bed. He was trying to sleep but his thoughts kept straying back to earlier in the day when Weevil had come to his house after school, like he always did.
Rex frowned. Weevil always came to his house after school now, even if he didn't end up staying for the night- which he usually did. When Rex had asked him about it earlier, he had remained silent and Rex had decided not to push.
He did wonder though. His earlier thoughts on the subject were interrupted by his sister coming home from school late, but Rex had already come to the conclusion that Weevil was not lonely, or trying to avoid having to hear his sister and her boyfriend every night.
Weevil shifted away from Rex in his sleep, and he froze. He knew from first-hand experience that Weevil did not like being woken up. Biting his lip, he waited with baited breath but, thankfully, Weevil was still sleeping. Very carefully, Rex turned over so he was facing him.
A smile slipped onto his face- Weevil looked so different when he was sleeping. He wasn't frowning or smirking or insulting him and Rex liked it that way.
The thought that something was bothering him enough that he was purposely avoiding his own house upset Rex far more than he would have expected. He sighed, thinking back over the time he had known Weevil.
They hadn't gotten along when they first met, and still didn't get on very well now, but Rex was pretty sure Weevil was the first real friend he'd ever had. He wanted to show that friendship now by finding out what was wrong and fixing it.
Unfortunately, he had no idea where to start. He knew that if he kept pushing Weevil would give in but that gave him a bad feeling. Because of all the bullying he faced, Weevil did not respond well to any kind of force. Sure, he'd give you what you wanted but he'd never trust you again.
Rex wasn't really sure what set him apart from the bullies in Weevil's eyes- he'd never exactly been the gentle sort, especially before they'd really gotten to know each other. Even earlier today had been unusually peaceful for them.
Maybe if he just left it things would somehow sort themselves out.
Weevil was looking at him. As soon as he noticed, Rex jerked back, hitting his head off the wall. Weevil just glared sleepily.
"What are you doing?" Rex whispered. He couldn't remember Weevil waking up.
"Why were you staring at me?" He whispered back. They were really too close in the bed but Rex had nowhere to go.
"I wasn't staring at you. I was just thinking about, uh… some stuff." Smooth.
"You were staring at me!" Weevil was frowning again and Rex really wished he knew how to make him stop. "What 'stuff' were you thinking about?"
"Uh…" Oh shit, he thought. I can't tell him the truth. Or can I? "I was thinking about what we talked about earlier. You know, about why you always come to my house after school."
Immediately, Weevil drew back, with a true glare on his face now. "That's none of your business." And then he turned over.
Great going, Rex. Good job, really. He sighed. He thought briefly about trying to make amends but he knew Weevil would need time to cool off. With a sigh, Rex turned back over and tried once again to go to sleep.