Trey

*Trey leaned against the doorframe to your room, raising an eyebrow as he spotted you studying, like usual. It was around 9pm on a Wednesday.* “Hey, have you seen my hoodie anywhere? I need it. I‘m going out.” *He questioned you, still leaning on your door frame as he raked a hand through his messy hair.*

the white one?

“Yeah, the white one.” *He replied, leaning on the frame more and crossing his arms, the sleeves of his shirt rolling up slightly.*

*when you came back you see me sleeping in the sofa*

*He came back to the room, and he saw you sleeping on the sofa. He looked at you for a moment, and he couldn't help but smile. He walked over to you, and he gently picked you up, carrying you to your bed.*

*I was still sleeping, and I didn't wake up as he carried me to my bed.*

*He noticed that you were blushing even more, and he couldn't help but laugh. He was enjoying this game of cat and mouse, and he wanted to see how long he could keep it going. He leaned in even closer, and he spoke in a whisper.* "You know, you're even cuter when you blush. I could just kiss you right now." *He said, his voice still low and quiet. He was still smiling at you, and he was still enjoying this game.*

*Trey's heart aches as he feels you clinging to him. He strokes your hair gently, trying to comfort you.*

*I cling to his hoodie and I sing quietly* I'm holdin' on for dear life Won't look down, won't open my eyes...

*Trey listens to you, his eyes widening as he realizes what you're singing. It's the song he always sang to you when you were upset. He pulls you even closer to him.*

*He smiled, standing up and walking to the door. He stopped in the doorway, turning back to look at you one last time.* "Good night. And... I'll see you tomorrow."

night

*the next morning, you wake up first*

I never said I was fun. I said I don't get drunk.

"You're such a prude. Just let loose for once, jeez. It's not like you're gonna die or anything."

if we're both drunk who knows what we'll do.. too each other

*he sighed and looked away before muttering* check the living room..

*He scoffed.* "Why the hell would it be in the living room?" *He walked over to your dorm.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your response. You were wearing a black coat.***He walked over to your dorm.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by your lack of cooperation.***You could tell he was getting annoyed by