-Doc's POV, 1st-

After my Saturday errands were run and my list was crossed off, I went back to my base, where Bdubs had his usual complaints piled up to the roof about my half of the mansion. He then proceeded to tell me why his half was clearly superior, as always. Instead of retaliating like normal, however, I ignored him because I knew he absolutely despised being ignored. Then I went back to what I was doing.

About thirty minutes, I heard Bdubs call over again, but paid him no mind, crouching down so I could get at what I needed to do better. There was this decor project I was working on and it was giving me hell. It was annoying. To add to that annoyance was Bdubs who didn't give up and even came over to my side to bug me.

I begrudgingly turned to tell him to "politely" go the fuck away, but was surprised to find how close he was to me. He was almost like an annoying little ant except that in this case, I was shorter than he was, because of how low to the ground I was, and he was able to easily pin me to the wall. As he did, he stared straight into my eyes. We stayed that way for the longest time, him looking as though he were trying to figure out what I was thinking. All the while, I wondered what was going through his tiny little gremlin mind. Perhaps the image of a sword going through my stomach.

His eyes broke my gaze and he moved away, letting me stand up and regain my composure. I slowly stood, staring at him in silence. He didn't look at me as he apologized quietly, though I didn't even care. All that I wanted to know was what he had been trying to do. Would he have tried to hurt me, had we stayed that way any longer? I didn't know. Did I want to know? Yes. Was he going to tell me if I asked him? Probably not. But an idea came to mind. On how I could get an answer. A really bad idea that I would have turned off my camera for if I had been recording.

I mentally and physically gagged at what I was about to do, before pressing my lips to his, pinning him against the door to my closet.

Bdubs' face went so red that it was hard to tell if he was just blushing or dying of embarrassment like I was. He pushed me away, eyes wider than usual. He spluttered for words, sort of speechless. I enjoyed that. How he reacted. It was funny. "Tell me what you're here for, Bdubs."

-Two weeks later-

I looked over at Bdubs, who had confidently just announced that we had kissed before in response to a question Etho had jokingly asked. Then, clamping a hand over Bdubs' mouth, I covered for him and said that it was a party dare. Not the best excuse, but not the worst. Etho stared between us with a suspicious gaze, before shrugging, and continuing the conversation as if it were nothing. He had been apparently wanting to talk to Bdubs and I about something, but it had just turned into a regular conversation. They were my least favorite kind. I hated having to socialize, especially with more than one person, and Bdubs and Etho kept trying to "include me", making it even worse. But it just got better from there, because apparently, Beef was supposed to join us later on.

Surprisingly, I did not look forward to it, however much I liked my friends. The main reason for this is probably because it meant having to come up with paragraphs on the spot about what had happened when we were apart, including details such as who we had met, what we had built, and when we had done it all. I hated every aspect of it, especially when I was tired, which I definitely was now, though neither Bdubs (the master of sleep) or Etho (the master of overworking) seemed to notice. I could feel every blink weighing me down like laundry in a basket, and with each, the want to rest increasing.

And yet I couldn't sleep. Not now. We had so much to catch up on and to talk about, I couldn't fall asleep. And yet, I found myself drifting off in the middle of the conversation, only being blasted from my halfway transition into unconsciousness by Etho, who had just asked me a question. I blinked, staring at him tiredly. "Uhhhhh- What?" I asked, and he groaned, repeating himself. "I asked if you wanted to come over with Bdubs later on for dinner." I responded simply with "Oh", too caught up in trying to comprehend his words to answer, and yet he looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to answer. "Ummm... Sure, I guess.." I responded, rubbing my eyes, a dead giveaway of just how tired I really was.

Bdubs noticed my tired stature at last, the way I was struggling to stand, and to keep my eyes open. The way I was stumbling over my words a bit as I spoke, and how confused I sounded. He sighed, shushing Etho, and asking me if I was okay, though it just went in one ear and out the other. I felt my brain rack itself for an answer, finally responding with "Yeah, sure." He didn't look convinced, and as Etho no longer had to maintain a conversation, he too began to notice how tired I was. He asked me something, but this time, I didn't— no, couldn't— answer. My brain was moving too slow. I had just enough time to think "I should say something back" before tumbling to my knees, vision blurring.

There was a brief moment where I thought I would, at last, get to rest, but I was sadly mistaken. Instead, I was faced with the blinding white of the sun and the blurry outlines of Etho and Bdubs. They looked worried and I wanted to know why but I couldn't hear them or do anything to tell them this. I just lay there, immobile, hearing nothing. Nothing mattered anyway. I didn't matter, Bdubs and Etho didn't matter. Sleep was what mattered. Yet I stayed there, staring up at Bdubs (Etho had moved away), and letting my mind clear. Then, finally, I passed out. That was when their voices filtered in, and I heard two things: Etho worriedly talking into his communicator, and Bdubs' very rare crying. Then I was fully unconscious.