'From the moment I realized that I love my best friend, from that moment I can't sleep without thinking of you and that is the best feeling. '

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Nick yawns louder than he means to as he stretches his arms out above his head.  Back making an obnoxiously loud crack as he moves. This isn't his bed. He isn't in his room. He can tell as his eyes crack open the slightest.

From his spot on the lumpy tan couch, he can just make out a body on the bed nearby. Arm hanging over the side. Blond hair messily splayed across the pillow.

And his breath catches as he watches Jeff sleep.

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It's the whimpering that causes Jeff to open his eyes.  The soft murmuring like someone is having an upsetting dream.

Then the creaking springs.  The shifting movements coming from the old couch along the far wall in his bedroom.  Like someone is tossing slightly.

Then he hears it. 

The definitive thud of a body hitting the floor.   Followed by the mumbled expletives.

'What the fuckin' shit?!'

Jeff peers over the side of the bed to see a pile of pillows and boy in a rumpled heap on his bedroom floor.

Nick looks up at him sheepishly.

"You okay down there Nicky??"

The brunette, he blushes as he tries to untangle himself from his bedding and stand up.

"I'm.....  I'm okay..."

Jeff sighs, scooting over in his bed.  Patting the mattress. 

"Come on silly.  There's plenty of room up here with me, even if you DO toss and turn.  And mumble in your sleep."

Begrudgingly Nick stands and shuffles over to the empty side of the bed.  Mumbling as he goes to lay down on it.  Draping his own bed covers over himself.

'I don't talk in my sleep.'

Even so, he's smiling.

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Jeff's mom peeks her head into his bedroom just before 9:00am. She promised Mrs. Duval that she would look after her Nicky while he was up visiting them in Ohio.

Not that either parent got much of choice in the matter.

The blinds are still pulled down, darkening the room.

With just the hallway light illuminating the area, she looks around and notices the couch Nick should be sleeping on is empty.

Quickly she glances around the room, trying to see if she can find the boy who was left in her charge. 

Then she spots him.   Or rather them.

Nick laying on his back, blanket around his waist in her son's bed.  With said son, sleeping soundly.  Arm draped over the brunette, head on his chest. 

Both boys fast asleep.

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A growling stomach is what finally draws either of the boys out of bed. 

Nick's to be exact.

'Your tummy is being very loud, Nicky.'

Nick has the good sense to blush as he looks down to see the smiling face of his best friend looking up at him with teasing eyes.  Jeff has his hands pillowed on Nick's middle, chin resting on them as he gazes up at him.

"Well its your fault, Sterling.  Keeping me up all night and us only eating that popcorn for dinner.  My mom is going to freak if she finds out that she sent me up here to practically starve to death.  Look at me, I'm basically wasting away!"

Jeff just giggles at the faux grumpy voice and dramatics that Nick puts on, but even still he pushes himself off of his friend.  Rolling over so he can get out of the bed.  

The window blinds that were drawn are now up, letting in the late morning sunlight.  It can only mean that Jeff's mother has previously come in to check on them.  

With the sunshine now streaming through the window, Jeff is backlit when he reaches out a hand to help haul Nick out of the bed.  Leaving him completely awestruck.

He's an angel...