I woke up in a cold sweat yet again. Damn, these nightmares are getting even more persistent. I decided that walking downstairs and watching Netflix would be good for me. Why? Because watching Netflix makes me sleepy. I walked over to my phone and picked it up. Why did I leave it downstairs? Before I turned it on I let out a yawn.

" I'm absolutely exhausted right now. What time is it anyway?" I mumbled to myself as I looked at my phone. I looked up at the time. 2:03 a.m. No wonder I'm exhausted, I've barely slept. I walked over to my couch and sat down on my couch. I looked at my phone and, suddenly, began to drift off to sleep, well, not for too long because some random ass person rang my doorbell. It startled me at first. So much I almost fell off my couch. Then the ringing of the doorbell turned to a knock at the door that stayed persistent. I decided to ignore it to see if they would stop, well, I was wrong.

" Holy shit. Do people not know how to sleep?!" I angrily mumbled to myself as I walked to the front door. I unlocked the door and turned on the lights and opened the door. The sight made my eyes widen.

" Steph? What the hell are you doing here..at my house?" I said as I looked at him. He was looking up at me slightly. His face was wet and his expression looked sad and emotionless at the same time. His look like he was pleading for something...I slightly smiled at him realizing he was wearing his signature grey sweater (I don't know. Don't ask.)

" It's a long story that I don't want to get into right now." He said with a slight shudder. Then I stepped aside and quickly spat out,

" Come in Steph, I don't want you to stand out there. It seems as if you're cold and it's..raining? Didn't know that." He smiled and stepped inside.

" Thank you, Klay, such a gentleman you are." He walked inside and looked at me and booped my nose. I blushed slightly. I should be the one doing that to him not the other way around. I sighed and closed the door, locking it. He took his shoes off. He looks me up and down. I then realized all I was wearing was just my shorts, no shirt. He giggled and then walked closer to the living room, but then he stopped himself.

" I don't want to drench your couch." He turned around and smiled at me. He looked down at his feet, embarrassed. Then an idea popped into my head. It would benefit both of us. How will it benefit me? You don't need to know.

" Well, you can borrow some of my clothes. But I'm warning you from now they will be a little big on you." I said. Steph smiled and walked over to me, embracing me. My stomach felt slightly cold due to him being drenched. I just stood there confused.

" I offer you shelter from the rain and clothing and all of a sudden it's the most amazing thing in the world," I said with a smile. He began hugging me tighter. Alright Klay, pry him off. I pried his body off me. He began pouting as I held him like a child.

" But you're warm!" He groaned, stretching his arms out to try and hug me again, but, thank god, he has short arms. I smirked at him and then held him bridal style and dashed up the stairs. He clenched onto my neck screaming. I made it to my room and kicked down the door, don't worry, the door didn't come off. I placed Steph back on the ground, making him release his arms from my neck.

" Holy shit Klay. Do you always run up your stairs and kick your doors?" Steph asks, clearly still petrified as he stares at me with confusion.

" Yep, " I say with a monotone voice, " Anyways, My sweaters are in my closet and so are my shorts...Also, could you pass me a shirt?" I asked, embarrassed. But could you blame me? I didn't know he was coming. Steph nods and makes his way to my closet he takes out a sweater and shorts for himself. He tosses me a shirt and I grab it with one hand. I put it on and left.

Authors Note:

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter. It took a long time and a lot of confidence just to publish it. Anyways, see y'all in the next one!~

- Toxic 💕💕