#that’s the name in my drive and i obey the drive 🤞🏽

[hdmiwire]

melting

wc: 772 - not rlly explicit, just wlw yearn. only halfway proofread, i just love them

It's 2:37 am when I check the time on my phone, the light blinding in the dark of my room. I can’t sleep. My mind is flooded with thoughts about Mandie, about her soft hands and her mossy eyes. Groaning, I slap my hands onto my cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off of them. I roll over, shoving my face into the plush of the stuffed cow Dad gave me, resigning myself to either force myself to sleep or suffocate in my embarrassment, whichever comes first. Time feels like it's moving by in an agonizingly slow march. I close my eyes and drift into some sort of in between of awake and asleep.

It’s 3:42 am when a series of firm knocks ring out from the front door. I blink at the clock on the microwave as I stumble through the kitchen, rubbing the blurry lines of sleep from my eyes. Peering through the peephole, I see her. Mandie. She’s standing in front of the door to my dad’s apartment, looking over her shoulder as if she's expecting her brother to fling their front door open at any moment. My hands shake when I reach for the chain on the door and turn the knob. Mandie snaps her head back to me, smiling down softly for a moment before she speaks.

“Hey, Mads,” Her brows furrow as she scans me with those piercing green eyes, taking in my “I heart NY” sleep shirt, courtesy of Dad's boyfriend. “Did I wake you up?”

I shake my head, stepping back so she can come inside, “Not really, I was just sort of… thinking, I guess.”

“About?” She raises her eyebrow as she steps inside, slipping off her shoes by the door.

“Y- I… it's not important,” shaking my head, I motion for her to follow me back to my room so Dad and Sam aren’t disturbed by us talking. She follows without posing any follow up questions.

It's 3:45 am when we both flop down on my bed, laying shoulder to shoulder as if this is something we’ve done for years. It's quiet for a while, both of us taking in the hundreds of glow-in-the-dark stars Dad stuck up last week, just like when I was a kid. The bed shifts as Mandie moves to lay on her side, propping herself up on an elbow. I turn to look at her.

“You were about to admit to thinking about me, weren’t you?” She has a shit eating grin on her face when she asks it.

“Oh, would you look at the time! Goodnight,” I say, rolling away from her to hide my burning face. She pulls softly on my shoulder to make me face her again. She’s leaning over me, blonde hair falling out of its loose ponytail around her face.

“You can admit it, y’know… I was thinking about you, too. That’s mostly why I came over.” She’s dropped the grin, and I can tell by her facial expression that she's dead serious. I shuffle on the bed, scooting back against the headboard to get out from under her gaze, but she follows me, perching on her knees in front of me. My face burns more, the flush seeping its way up my neck all the way to the tips of my ears.

“Mandie…” is all I manage to squeak out before I make eye contact with her again; brows furrowed and lips pursed as she watches my face. I turn my head to the side, hugging my knees. The bed shifts again when Mandie moves closer to me. I can see her out of the corner of my eye, her face more relaxed as she raises a hand and gently tilts my head to look at her again.

It’s 3:59 am when Mandie presses her lips to mine, one hand cupping my cheek and the other grabbing at my leg. My mind snaps into hyperdrive, moving a million miles a minute. Her hands drop to my hips, mine grasp at her long-fallen hair, she pulls me impossibly closer. For a second, she pulls away and I chase her, finally opening my eyes again when she lifts me off of the bed. Now, I sit perched on her lap, her arms circling me as our foreheads bump together. Her hands move to rest under my shirt, and this time I’m the one to pull her closer, lips connecting, hearts drumming like a marching band.

It’s 4:04 am when

“I love you.”

It's 4:42 am when we finally drift to sleep, tangled under the web of green-tinged false starlight.