Quaranteens

sleepover

I laid on my stomach, a pillow tucked under my chest and my phone propped up to face me. Jeremy's pixelated face showed back to me, sleepy and tousled.

"Are you really not tired yet?" He asked, yawning halfway through the sentence.

"No, it's only three a.m."

"That's crazy," he groaned out, pushing his hair back off his forehand and leaning back.

It was moments like these I realised just how handsome Jeremy was, like how his dirty blond hair was getting a bit longer from not having a haircut, and how good it looked on him.

"You should keep growing your hair out," I mumbled, not even really thinking about it.

"You really think so?" He smiled, grabbing a piece and stretching it in front of his face to see how long it was. "I think it's getting too curly."

"I think it looks good."

"...Thanks, Wicker."