"Hey Leanne? I can't stay, but I can drop you and the guys off?" Sebastian interrupted. I looked at him sorrowfully. "Aww I guess that's okay...." I pouted, Emerson dragging me into his side and rubbing my shoulder comfortingly. He seemed to be taking my unintentional ignoring of him well. That's good. If he's going to be sticking around, this disability is definitely something that needs to be understood.

"Yeah, more Leanne for us then." Remington joked, but either way I blushed. Sebastian scoffed, rolling his eyes, before focusing back on the road to take us back to my apartment. I stuck my tongue out at him.

When we pulled up, Emerson led the charge to my front door. He walked calmly up the stairs, as opposed to just a mear two hours ago when he flew down then with me koala-ed on his back. He stood patiently next to my door as I walked as fast as I could on my tiny legs. Remington brought up the rear, gasping dramatically as he hauled his body up by the railing.

"How can you live with these monstrosities?!" He huffed out, finally making up the lost distance between us. I shrugged with a self satisfied grin.
"It's the only exercise I get. Plus, just look at these calves." I laugh, comedically sticking one leg behind me, the other holding me steady as I placed both hands on my hips respectively, pivoting at my waist to look at them from behind me.

"They are some nice calves." Emerson admits, joining in on the joke. I laugh with him, and push open my door. "You didn't lock it?" Remington follows us in, closing the door behind him and actually locking it behind him. I glared at Emerson as I placed my pancakes in my fridge. "He dragged me out before I could earlier today." I point accusingly at Emerson, who holds his hands up in defense as he looks around. My face pales as I look around with him, seeing the absolute pig stye I brought my new friends into.

"Uh, I'll just... clean up a little." I cough awkwardly, scurrying over to the couch and throwing everything into the almost empty pizza box. As I walked by the boys, who were looking at the concerning amount of empty glass bottles, I tried to distract them. "Day old pizza anyone?" Faces scrunch up at my offer. "I think we're good." Remington answers for them both. I nod understandingly. "Wise choice." I say, dunking everything into my trash can. I run back to the couch, and flip the cushions over, just to make it look neater. "Well the couch is decontaminated if y'all wanna sit down..." I look up, but both Emerson and Remington are whispering to each other.

When Emerson looked over at me with concern and saw me looking, he blushed and tapped Remington on his bicep. They dropped their conversation. I faked a smile, before gasping as I remembered something. The boys watched me with bewildered expressions as I ran to the pantry and grabbed something that would surely make one of the boys incredibly happy.

"So, Rem. You said you liked Nutella right?"
"LOVE Nutella." He corrected, a glimmer in his eyes as a smile broke across his face. I brought my hands out from behind my back and presented him with a tub of unopened Nutella. He took it in awe.

"This... this is the size of my face!" He said in disbelief. "And all yours. If you want it." I said, quirking an eyebrow. He clutched the tub to his chest protectively. I half expected him to bust out with a "My precious" he was holding it so tightly.
"Mine." He growled. I giggled. "Where'd you get this?" He asked in awe. "Costco." I answered simply, shrugging. I turned to Emerson as he groaned in defeat.

To answer my questioning glance, he gestured to Remington, who had already opened the tub and was dipping his entire hand in like a shovel. I watched, wide eyed, as he brought his hazelnut spread covered hand out of the jar, and stuck as much of his fingers as he could in his mouth. He practically moaned in happiness, opening his eyes only once when he realized how quiet it got. His hand was still in his mouth, and he slowly removed it when he saw me dissolving into giggles. "Now we're never going to be able to take him anywhere." Emerson sighed.

"I need, like candles, or something for this thing." Remi said like he was in his own world. "This... is a thing of worship." He fell to his knees, holding the opened container in his hands above his head.
"You want to make a Nutella shrine?" I asked, subconsciously leaning into Emerson's side.

Remington turned to me, a feral look in his eyes, making me want to take a step back.

"Yes." He deadpanned.

"....okay then." I say unsure, craning my neck to look up at Emerson, who had as many answers I had- none. We watched as Remington started bowing to the tub, and I sincerely hoped he was just acting. If not, I had the numbers of some amazing therapists.

"So... what do y'all wanna do?" I asked, mainly towards Emerson. "I don't know about you, but I could go for a nap." He punctuated his statement with a barely contained yawn. "Oh! Well. You can go crash on my bed if you want?" I offered. He smiled.
"Awesome thanks." And with that he grabbed me and swung me into his arms. I squealed, very confused. "What on earth?! Emerson!" My protesting fell on deaf ears as he pushed open my bedroom door.

He turned so his back was to the bed before going limp and falling down on top of my comforter. I laughed as the feeling of weightlessness hit me briefly, my hair blowing behind me as I stared happily at Emerson's sleepy smile. He landed with a soft "Oof", and I made myself comfortable on his chest.

His hands wrapped around my petite body, left on my waist, right one lower down. He rubbed up and down my side, my dress riding up a little with each upward tug."Don't get handsy Em." I mumble, setting one hand over his heart, the other on his side in a sleepy hug. I didn't get a response, instead I felt his breathing slow and deepen. I hold my head up, and look at his peaceful face. "Em? Are you asleep?" I whispered. He didn't say anything.

I shifted myself up closer to Emerson's face, feeling his pecs under my fingertips. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes barely kissing his cheekbones. Light purple bags had formed under his eyes, and his cheeks were slightly hollow. His mustache was growing in slightly, casting a slight shadow on his upper lip, carving out his delicate but still sharp features.

He's truly a beautiful guy. I worked his hat off his head, knowing he wouldn't want the brim to get bent because he fell asleep on it. His face twitches slightly, and he takes in a deep, shuddering breath. His grip on me tightens briefly, then he relaxes again. I smile softly, and brush hair out of his face.
His hair is surprisingly soft, the wavy tendrils pushing behind his ear.

He sighs again, turning over onto his right side and taking me with him. He sleepily pulled me closer to him, much closer. My nose was pressed into his shoulder, and his face buried into the curve of my neck and collarbone. I smiled and closed my eyes, savoring the closeness.