Sort Of Friends, Sort Of More.

Chapter 2

You wake up fairly earlier since you already slept a lot. It's like 4 in the morning. The sun has barely started to rise. You turn over, and see Des staring at you.
"Wha-what?" You stutter. Kind of struggling to speak, since you only just woke up and your voice is croaky.
"What time is it?"
"Early. I've been watching you sleep."
"I could tell."
You decide to get up. Staggering to your feet, you look around the room. The place is pitch black. You can't really see anything. For all you know, it could be a different room. You fall back down on the bed. You just sort of sit there. The tiniest blue light seeps in through the gap in the curtain. But it's not illuminating anything. Your eyes haven't really adjusted to the dark, although they should have by now. You decide to get up again. And this time you walk around the bed to the side where the window is. You can see the morning sun. It's just barely peeking over the horizon. Birds are chirping loudly outside, it's chilly. Frost glazed over the grass and plants in the front yard. You turn around, and try directing yourself to his lamp. Which is one of those old-ish ones that you tap to turn on. And the amount of times the tap adjusts the brightness. Or is that a modern thing? You have no idea. So you tap it once, so that way the room is dimly lit, but a nice golden glow cascades over it. You sit up in the bed, Des STILL staring at you.
"You're still looking at me?"
"I mean I had a break while you were up."
"...Des what the fuck."
He's glaring.
You turn away and hang yourself half over the bed, checking if your phone is under it.  Its under his bed next to the bedside table. You go off the bed further, trying to reach it. When you feel a hand touch your arse and fucking push you off. The rest of you hits the ground with a harsh thud. You feel the carpet burn your skin and you spine feels like it got knocked out of place (it didn't, calm down). You lay there processing your pain. Desmond's head hangs over the bed, he's smiling.
"You're not going to get away with that."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He gets up and stands over you. Covering his mouth weirdly. He starts kind of laughing.
"You look stupid." He Stares down at you again, aaand you can't help but be embarrassed rather than mad now.
"What the fuck."
"I didn't mean it in a bad way. You look nice."
You feel your ears start to burn.
"Is this the part where you get angry and start screaming?" The fucker has tears in his eyes from laughing.
Oh right, sadist. Don't be a little bitch.  You start to be mad. You glare up at him, attempting to look menacing.
"Don't fucking laugh at me."
"I can't help it." He bends over and grabs you by your hair, sitting you up and crouching over you, he just holds you there and stares.
"I never would have gone this far if you hadn't have gotten so involved with me."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, the flirting, teasing, you know I'm like this, it's almost like you were asking for it."
"...Hm."
"So you're just as bad as me?"
"No."
"Sure."
He drops your head, and you weren't ready for that, not your ears are ringing and your vision is shaking because it hit the ground a little too hard.
"I'll give you one last chance." He says.
"What?"
"To make things right between us."
"I...I don't know what you're talking about." "You can carry on as you are, expressing your perversion. Or you can ACT like a friend."
"Uhhh uhmm-"
He looks disgusted you're even still considering it.
"OH come on."
He stands up.
"Get off the God damn floor, that's filthy."
You slowly pick yourself up. Your head is fucking POUNDING.
"Good job, let's go have breakfast."
So casual. He opens the door and closes it behind you. You decide to not pay too much attention. Where's the point. You go the kitchen with him and talk about your future, dumb stuff, pretty random, while he gets you food. You decided on waffles and smoothie today. Like not sure what to call it but Strawberries Mango and Pineapple with ice- its so good. He likes it too. One of those things you both used to drink a lot, during summers. You chosoe to sit down in the lounge room and want to put something random on YouTube. Conversation feels weird at the moment and distractions seem perfect. He takes a moment, but he joins you, drinking his smoothie and immediately seeming happier, he's got his sketch book with him.  The headache is slowly wearing off, thank God. You look over at his sketchbook while he tries to find a clean page. Lots of... dogs. He draws more than just that, but you notice his weird level of skill with dogs. Oh and plants. You don't know shit about them, but it seems he has them on point. And random other things. People, buildings, sky, clouds. Its all there.
Once he's got a page picked out, he starts doodling and then fills it completely. You look over at your phone. Nothing.
He shoots up, startling you. You look up at him, and he has a VERY excited expression. He grabs your arm and tugs on it, you get up and he yanks you along up to his room. He goes through his drawers, and gets out two shirts and two pairs of shorts. He hands you a pair.
"Put them on."
"Alright-"
He rushes out of the room and you follow his instructions.

Once he's back he holds your hand and pulls you along. To the backyard. Ah yes the backyard, something YOU haven't been allowed out to since you were 17. You're 23 now. The moment he opens that door heat hits you. You're worried about what he's going to make you do in this warmth. He pulls you out and you take it all in. There's a hedge, tall, like 9ft-
An entrance into it in the centre. The rest of the backyard looks the same as it always had, white sandstone fence, and short cut green grass. He hurries to the entry and disappears into it. You follow suit. The hedge is very neatly cut, not a branch sticking out. He checks to make sure you're still following him and grins. The heat is really getting to you. He turns a corner, and you join him, standing in front of a pool.
The ground is cool, white tiles, parts around the pool concrete. The water shimmers under the glaring sunlight.
Two sunbeds with a small table and an umbrella over them sit at the side. All around it is his...And your favourite plants.