10pm. Lay in bed. Even though the two of you aren’t daring to talk after… that… the comfort is still there, the back of your head leaned against his bare chest as you stare up at the ceiling, arm wrapped round your shoulders: so his fingers can caress your stomach.

a knock at the door. you both dart up, Miguel hiding behind the door, you open it. Mason. “heyy..” you breathe in awkwardly. Little does he know you’re holding Mikey’s huge gob closed as he tries to speak. He rolls his eyes.