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-Trott's POV-

I've been awake for like an hour and I'm still tired.

"Smith, I'm tireddd!" I complain.

"Look, you can draw," he gets up and grabs something, then puts it on my lap, "draw."

I take the pencil and the paper.

Smith goes back to watching the tv.

I start drawing him from my position.

After a few attempts I succeed in drawing him as well as I can.

"Smith, I'm done." I say, handing him the paper.

He takes it and examines it, "it's great!"

"I know."  I smile.

He chuckles, "modest."

"I'm still tired. " I complain.

"Go sleep then." He says.

"YES! SLEEP!" I jump up and run upstairs.

Automatically I pull off my shirt and trousers, hopping into the bed.

I grab the blanket and wrap myself up in it.

Yesssss, I can finally sleep, I don't even know why I'm so tired I just adore this bed. Jesus.

I soon fall asleep.

-Few Hours Later-

BANG!

I jump out of my sleep.

Jesus Christ, what the hell?

"Smith?" I yell, curious.

"Sorry!" He yells up.

There's then a knock at the door.

I just stuff my face further into the pillow.

The door then gets pushed open and the person then starts talking, "wow, Smith really looks like he's been working hard."

I look up to see who it is.

It's Sam.

He looks at me then opens his mouth into a 'o' shape.

"Wait, did I visit at a bad time?" Sam asks.

"No," I groan.

"You weren't.. You know.."  He asks.

"What?" I ask.

"Having sex?" He whispers.

I look at him with wide eyes, "no, why, just, no."

"But you are together?" He asks.

I nod.

He sits on the bed, "congrats bro."

"Thanks dude." I smile, laying my head back on the pillow.

"Who else knows?" He asks.

"Ross, I think and then you." I reply.

"Are you planning to tell others?" He asks.

I shrug.

Smith comes into the room holding some plates. I sit up and take one from him.

He kisses my forehead and ruffles my hair, he then sits next to Sam.

"Sam thought we were having sex." I laugh.

"Trott!" Sam yells.

Smith chuckles, "nah dude, taking it slow."

"Good plan." Sam nods, "also are you guys coming out tomorrow night??"

I look at Smith.

He nods, "sure, it'll be fun."

I agree with him.

"It's a plan then." Sam smiles.

"Wanna stay the night?" Smith asks out of nowhere.

"Sure, why not." He grins.