“wake up in his arms again”? 👀
Yeah, again. Listen– it's kind of complicated. When Schlatt and I were younger we kind of had a "will they-won't they" sort of situation going on. I'm sure our feelings for each other was obvious to everyone but ourselves. Looking back at it, I sucked ass at trying to hide my feelings for him. He was new to the whole best friend thing and I didn't know what was normal for best friends, he and I are both very affectionate people, so that led to a lot of platonic PDA. Though, we tried our best not to be very affectionate in public. The town was very— how do I put this– traditional in a sense, so gay shit had to be kept to a minimum. Not that we had a word for what we were, but I used the term "no homo" probably as much as I said "Amen".
We had sleepovers practically every day since our guardians left us alone in our houses all the time, and of course we only had one bed in our rooms– because duh. I slept on the floor sometimes, usually as a result of homework putting me out like nyquil, but eventually I found myself sleeping in the bed with him, and then cuddling a little later. We spent many a night together cuddling. He has always been a very cozy person to cuddle. I'm not exactly sure how or when we started cuddling, that time frame has always been pretty fuzzy for me after our falling out. I don't really mind talking about it much, though.