"Allie let you in?" He asked

"Yeah," The brunette smiled at the sight of his best friend

The blonde stepped away from the door and let the brunette in his room.

"Why haven't you been," the brunette was cut off by the blonde wrapping his arms around him and hugging him while burring his face into his neck

"I'm sorry this is all my fault,"

"What's all your fault?" The brunette asked wrapping his arms around the almost crying blonde

"Everything," he replied in almost a whisper

"Nothing is your fault Sam," the brunette was confused

"Well they make it seem like that,"

"Who?" The Brunette stopped himself answering himself. The blonde's parents. "Sam Nothing is your fault,"

He didn't reply.

"I know you've texted me," the blonde said through the hug

"What?" The brunette asked

"I know you texted me. Quite a lot too. My mom was yelling at me for it. She took my phone because when we snuck out yesterday I lied to her."

"None of this is your fault Sam stop beating yourself up about it,"

"My Dad is actually really mad at you for it," he sighed

"I'm okay with that. We can still hang out wen they aren't around," the brunette smiled

This caused the blonde to smile.

They ended up laying down on the blonde's bed staring at the ceiling talking. The brunette took off his hoodie and threw it on the floor because the blonde's room was hot. They eventually had to say bye because the blonde's parents would be home soon. The blonde smiled to himself after the door shut and his best friend left. The blonde walked back into his room from the staircase. He shut his door and when he turned around he saw the brunette's hoodie lying on the floor. He picked it up and the scent form it wafted to the blonde. He decided to put it on. When it was slipped over his shoulders the feel of his brunette best friend was everywhere. The blonde grinned and climbed into his bed and quickly fell asleep.