melancholy

stares & strawberry ice cream

"...well you can't get what you want, but you can get me..."

a small opening in the curtains caused a sliver of light to peek into daniel's  bedroom, splashing onto his sleeping face. the brightness made the boy stir and groan in frustration, still feeling drowsy as he fell asleep way past when he was supposed to. it was only about eight in the morning too, but dan forced himself to get up because there was no point in trying to go back to sleep anyways. 

he dragged himself across the cool wooden floorboards strewn with blankets and the odd misplaced sock, memories of last night flooding back into his little brain. daniel smiled, even though his stomach felt queasy thinking about it. he felt so confused, these feelings were so new. dan couldn't explain how he felt, the mysterious blonde boy that occupied the apartment next to him just made him feel so... blah. 

just as daniel had made it to the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of cereal, the familiar shrill of his doorbell echoed down his hallway. 

shit, the black haired boy cursed under his breath, as a million and one scenarios rushed through his head, jumping to the conclusion that the person at the door was victor. 

daniel gulped as he looked down to examine his clothes, a plain white t-shirt that was slightly damp due his  uncontrollable drooling while he slept. at least it was better than being shirtless like last time. he'd only half learned his lesson though, still clad in his boxers but thank god this time they were just black and not covered in mustaches. 

the person at the door was still ringing the doorbell, frantically now, so instead of freaking out, daniel decided to man up and actually answer the door. he just kept telling himself that it wasn't that victor boy, and that it was probably just an old lady asking to borrow some sugar or something. 

daniel opened the door.

it wasn't definitely not an old woman asking to borrow some sugar. 

more like a very handsome blonde boy with a smile stretched across his face.

in the millisecond that victor opened his mouth to speak, dan slammed the door in the other's face.

... but not before the blonde stopped the door with his foot.