roommates

four

When Quinn woke up, her heart sank. She didn't want to check the time, she didn't want this to end. She didn't want them to be over, before they even began. Clay breathed softly in his sleep, both of his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close to him.

"Clay," Quinn's voice was a whisper, she couldn't bare to make it any louder, "you have to let me go."

It crushed her to say. You have to let me go. He stirred in his sleep. Quinn laid there listening to the sound of his heartbeat and the pace of his breathing. She only realized that he was fully awake when he started to draw light circles on her back with his hand.

"Hi," His voice was charming, even in the morning, even after last night, "Good morning."

"Hi," Quinn responded, trying her best to keep herself composed. It was a glimpse into what they could have had, "How'd you sleep?"

"That was the best I've slept in a while, you should sleep with me more often," he joked, partially.

"Clay, not now, please." Quinn sat up in bed, remembering that she was in his shirt, as if things couldn't get any worse. He sat up in bed too, sitting centimeters apart from her, if he wanted to, and if he thought it would be appropriate, he would pull her back down under the covers and keep her here. Clay didn't want Quinn to leave, but he knew that it wasn't a decision for him to make.

"I don't wanna look at the time," Clay reached for his phone anyways, "What if we just don't look. Then you don't have to leave."

"I wish it were that simple," Quinn averted her eyes from the object in his hand, "but we both know this is the reasonable thing to do."

"I hate being reasonable," Clay pouted and Quinn laughed a little at this.

She reached out a steady hand and touched Clay's phone screen, 9:47 am, ouch. Quinn took a deep breath, she had ten minutes, and then it was over. It was at this moment that Patches jumped onto Clay's bed and strutted towards Quinn, ready to cuddle.

"See, she doesn't want you to leave either," Clay reached out and pulled Quinn, who was holding patches, into his lap, "It's gonna hurt so bad when you go," he admitted this into Quinn's ear, his voice wavering a little. It made Quinn want to sob.

She was a little distracted by all the direct connection with his skin. Her back pressed against his chest, his arms around her, his legs underneath her, his lips by her ear, Quinn was a little flustered. She did an unreasonable thing, and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. His hands drifted on top of hers petting Patches effectively.

"I could quit," Clay announced under his breath, "for you, I would."

"Absolutely not," Quinn sat up, regarding him seriously, "I wouldn't let you."

"If it meant that we could do this every day, I would quit," Quinn could see in his eyes that he wasn't joking, and that scared her a little bit.

"Clay, you love streaming, you love making videos, you love hanging out with your friends, and you love your fans. You have your dream job, and I would never let you give that up, even if it meant being together," Quinn cupped his face in her hands, staring straight into his eyes. Clay looked like he wanted to say something, but she knew deep down that if he spoke, it would be game over for her, "can we just enjoy these last few minutes together, before I have to pretend it didn't happen?"

Clay nodded, and Quinn's eyes drifted to a dark spot on his collarbone, "shit." She breathed out, with almost a laugh. Quinn touched it, and Clay smirked at her.

"You did a number on me," Clay chuckled, "It's okay, I'm sure you have at least one, somewhere," he was referring to the reason that Quinn was in his shirt, her hoodie was somewhere on his floor. She went to get up from bed, ready to switch back into her hoodie, when she felt his arms wrap back around her.