MIKO
He isn't heavy, so I don't struggle as I carry him to my bed. Kneeling on the bed with one leg, I gently put him down before pulling the quilt that's underneath him over his body.
He rolls away immediately, his back on me, and hugs a pillow to his chest.
I stand there, watching him until I realize that I am probably being a creep so I walk to my closet, take an extra quilt and head to the couch. Jude might be cool wearing my hoodie but I have a feeling he might not be so cool about sharing the same bed with me.
No matter how I put it, I don't think he would ever be interested in me like that. By the time I am situated on the fairly comfortable couch, he has rolled in the bed, his head hanging almost at the edge, but this time, he is facing me.
Sleep is foreign to me. It never comes easily, and tonight I don't feel like taking the pills, so I decide to watch the beautiful boy sleeping in my bed.
Minutes pass as I my eyes over every inch of his face, memorizing every small detail. From the way he is crouching his eyebrows once in a while makes me know he is dreaming. To the slightly parted lips, pale and pink.
Not too full, but not too thin either. He has long lashes, dark and full, his eyebrows are naturally sharp at the end, fuller at the beginning, narrowing to the end.
I don't stop myself, not even when I reach for the sketch book under the coffee table. When I position my pencil on an empty paper and start sketching. I let all the things I have seen, the way I feel, bleed out on the white paper.
I look at him once in a while, fill out the places I haven't fully captured, and by the time I am done, a full face of Jude, is filling out the whole page. At the footnote, I scribble a line.
You look so beautiful, like an angel.
I don't know when I fall asleep. But I wake up to a loud bang on the door which makes me automatically get up groaning as I sit up because my neck hurts.
"Urgh," I pinch the nose of my bridge, the banging growing incessant.
"Miko?"
That voice. My eyes fly open. On my chest, there is a sketchbook and a pencil. I must have dozed off when I finished. That never happens.
I hear Jude waking up, and I immediately snap it closed, throwing it under the table before I sit up. I wince, touching my neck as I look at Jude, who looks sleepy.
His face is puffy from sleep, but god, does he still look beautiful.
"Morning," I smile as I get up from the couch, fixing my sweats. Fuck, I have a morning wood. I walk over to the closet and grab a large shirt and wear it, which covers most of it.
"I slept? I am so sorry," Jude runs his fingers through his hair, looking embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it. Did you sleep well?"
"I did. I am sorry I made you sleep on the couch." his cheeks turn pink. "The bed is large enough for the both of us. Why did you sleep there?"
I only shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips. "I didn't think you would be comfortable with that."
The door is banged again. "Ah, shit. Who is it now?" I walk over and fling it open. Andre stands there, his fist hanging in the air like he was about to bang again before I opened it.
"What? You are disturbing the whole floor." I fix him with an unimpressed stare.
"It's only you and Jude on this floor." he tries looking inside my room, but I block his view, closing the door.
"Exactly."
"Jude isn't in his room. Is he with you?"
"What do you want?"
"I left him hanging yesterday. I feel horrible!"
"And it's seven in the morning."
"I couldn't sleep! Zein is being an ass and he kicked me out so early and that's when I remembered I wasn't supposed to be with him for that long. Is Jude mad at me?"
I am not surprised to hear he ditched Jude for zein. The two of them act like a couple it's so obvious but if anyone ever dares to say so, they will be scolded and given the death glare by the two.
"I helped him out," I shrug, propping on the doorway.
"Thank you, thank you!" he tries to hug me, but I step out of the way. "Right, I forgot you don't like hugs."
"Can you leave now?"
"Is Jude with you? I have made breakfast."
"We are fine," I push him away before I start closing the door. "Practise is in two hours."
"I know." He tries peeking in my room again. "Jude, I am sorry!"
I close the door on his face and lock it.
"That was rude," Jude laughs behind me. He is sitting on the now-made bed.
"He is a bit too much for me in the morning," I walk over and sit next to him. I try kneading my neck and stretching it out.
"What's wrong with your neck?"
"Bad sleeping posture," I wince when I stretch a little too hard.
"Let me," he climbs on the bed and gets behind me, his hands on my shoulders. "I caused this, so let me fix it."
"You didn't." I don't try to move away. His being close like this is making my morning wood get even harder. I try covering it with my shirt.
"Let me massage you a little bit, it will ease the tension."
His fingers work magic around my neck and to my shoulders, and I sigh, closing my eyes in contentment. He knows what he is doing.
"How do you know how to do that?"
"I massage my grandma's legs and feet. Sometimes they get swollen, so I know how to work around kneading and massaging."
This is the first time he has mentioned his grandma willingly. The first night he got her, I felt that he didn't want to talk much about his family, and I felt him.
Not everyone is on great terms with their families, and my fellow bandmates have all committed to each other to be a found family with each other.
"Do you miss her now that you are in the city?"
"A lot." He is quiet for a minute. "She is the reason I am doing all of this. She is the only person who believes in me."