I woke up on Billy's chest. I freaked out – how long had I been sleeping for? I looked through the window in my room and saw that it was already dark. Do you know that feeling when you say that you'll just nap for a few minutes but then you wake up, and you don't even know what day it is? Yeah, that was me right there.

I looked at Billy's face and saw that he was asleep too. How did I even end up in this position?

Flashback

"Hey, wake up, silly," said Billy to me. I don't know for how long I had been asleep. "Wake up, you idiot."

"W-what... what time is it...?" I asked. Billy's body was way too comfortable for me to get up now. I had to exploit this chance to its fullest.

"I dunno, but you've been sleeping for like, 30 minutes, and I'm gonna get sore from sitting like this," he complained.

"Then let's change positions or something..." and so in my 'drunken' alike state, I had the most wonderful idea, "You can lay on the bed while I'll lay on your chest. That way, we can both be comfortable. It'd be... cruel of you to make me get up... please..." sleepily I begged for him to not wake me up more.

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"Ah. Fine. But only because you asked so nicely."

End of Flashback

Oh, now I remember. My face got red as I thought about what I'd said. At least he wasn't weirded out that much; otherwise, he probably would have left, or I don't know, said no or something. It's fine, don't worry about it. Why am I overthinking this so much?

"Wake up!" I whisper-yelled, if that's even a thing. "Wake up, dummy!"

"Hmph... what time is it?" Billy asked. Now he was the one who was sleepy. Doesn't feel good, does it?

"I dunno. But it seems like we've been here for hours," I got up from his chest. I felt this coldness and emptiness fill up my body, like now there was something missing from me. A void.

"...You know... have I told you that I hate being touched?" Billy asked.

"N-no... I-I don't think so... why is that?"

"...Because of... well, you know what happened with me and my mother's boyfriend... That's why I don't like it even when someone tries to shake my hand... it makes me want to throw up," Billy was visibly upset now. A frown appeared on his face. A frown appeared on the face of the most beautiful man in the world. He didn't deserve this. Nobody deserves something like that. "But you... you're different... ever since that night at the park, I've felt... safe around you. That's something I've never felt, actually. It's like... I don't have to worry or be scared around you because, well... I dunno... you're you. You're... genuine and... so freaking nice. I... I don't wanna lose you... is that weird?"

"No. No, it isn't. I'm glad you feel that way."