Oh My God, They Were Roommates

35 | Las Pequeñas Cosas

a/n: My friend was geeking about having remembered this song from her childhood and I was like "TELL ME IT" and she said "IT'S IN SPANISH YOU DON'T KNOW SPANISH" and I said "IDGAF I WANNA VIBE"

The next day, Sora woke up to a seemingly empty apartment. This time, however, he reconsidered the state of Ray's bedroom door: it was closed. The only times Ray ever closed his bedroom door were when he was sleeping.

Sora checked the clock over the stove. It was early enough for him to make it to class, but just to be certain...

After dressing and brushing his teeth, Sora wandered up to Ray's bedroom door and knocked twice, his shoulder pressed to the wood. "Ray? You coming to class?"

The silence that followed had Sora second-guessing it. Maybe Ray did get a head start, in which case, Sora was just standing around and missing his bus for nothing. But then, he heard it—the muffled sound of sheets rustling. Sora sucked in a deep breath and sighed. Ray was awake, but at what cost? Yet another day of classes meant traversing campus and, possibly, crossing paths with the idiot from his community college.

"I'm gonna come in, okay?" Sora said, just before turning the doorknob.

He pushed Ray's door open, stepping over the threshold as he did. Ray's room was no different from every other time Sora had seen it, albeit, slightly more messy than usual. Ray's two guitars were on their stands in the corner of the room, and his desk was cluttered with books and papers.

A mound of blankets was on the bed, and as Sora approached it, he caught sight of Ray's spiky black hair just barely peeking out against the pillow. When he stood there and said nothing, the nerves from the silence prompted Ray to look up at him, untucking his face from the covers.

"I don't wanna," Ray whined, turning over and away from Sora. "I'll get notes from Leo."

Sora crossed his arms and resisted the urge to sigh. He knew what it felt like to not have the motivation, energy, or strength to go to school. All of Sora's high school years could be categorized by these three lacking factors. Even still, he couldn't relate to fear of going to class. He was never afraid of anyone in his hometown.

Except, possibly, his siblings.

Sora crouched down in front of Ray's bed, his elbows resting on his knees. Ray didn't move. He only moved when Sora pushed a hand into the mattress to level himself over the covers and onto the bed.

Sora rolled onto his back with a groan. His muscles still ached from work the previous night—particularly his shoulders and biceps that relaxed, just a fraction, into Ray's mattress.

Ray glanced at him from over his shoulder. "What're you doing?" he asked.

Sora clasped his hands over his stomach, his eyes on the ceiling. "I'm gonna miss my bus. Which means I'll probably miss the first half of class."

Ray groaned, moaning, "Sora..." in distress. He nestled his face into the pillow and dragged the blankets over his head.

"What? I'm just being honest. So what if I miss a day?" Sora said, and while that was true, he knew it was all just a ploy to get Ray out of bed. If Ray wouldn't get out of bed for himself, he'd get out of bed to drive them both to campus.

"You can't miss a day..." Ray groaned, wiggling under the covers. He pushed his knees up, bum in the air, and propped his hands up. He frowned, swathed in the blankets like robes and a hood.

They looked at one another, and Sora couldn't help but snicker. The lighting from the window gave Ray a ridiculously angelic glow, and that goddamn pout looked too kissable to ignore.