[OPEN] 'Cause you sing like you're supposed to..

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

"I won't wanna.. move either.." He almost whispered, knowing if he laid here long enough, he really would fall asleep. Especially if the boy started to play with his hair. Something about him made Nash feel safe, like nothing was wrong with him while he was here. He closed his eyes, his fingers still trailing up and down his chest.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan shivered faintly at the feeling, a gentle smile passing his lips as he closed his own eyes as well, listening to Nash's breaths. It was soothing..different from what he usually did, how he avoided people.

He felt himself driftig, absently ran a hand through Nashville's hair, his own breaths slowing in content.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash snuggled closer, and just a few moments after Dylan played with his hair, he was sound asleep, his hand clinging to Dylan's shirt.

He woke up in the same position he was in when he fell asleep. He realized his scales were gone, and sat up, raising his hands over his head in a stretch. Glancing at his watch, he realized it was close to nine, and he was still tired. So he laid back down beside him, closing his eyes.

"Dylan.." He mumbled, then yawned. "Dylan, are you going home?"

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan slept soundly, groaning when he felt Nash move around, speak his name. He opened his eyes just slightly, briefly confused as to where he was, then sighed.

"-don't wanna..." He complained, his words trailing into a tired yawn. He stretched a bit beneath the other boy, sighed again.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

"At least get into bed.." He said, walking over to the wall. He pulled out two beds, and thanked his step father silently for thinking of them. He climbed into one, curling up against the wall.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan got to his feet, rubbing at his face, and stooped over Nash, gently taking off the hat and setting it aside before climbing into the other bed.

He closed his eyes, burying his face in the pillow with a content breath. The first time in a long time, he realized, that he had not gone to bed angry.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash rolled over onto his stomach, realizing how cold it was without Dylan. He groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. He yawned again, falling asleep after a lot of tossing and turning. He woke the next morning to sun shining through the window. He climbed out of the bed, running his hands through his hair. He stumbled over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. He yawned, sitting down at his drums.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan stirred faintly at the sound of movement in the morning, complained softly at the sun with a grunt, hiding his face stubbornly again. Finally he huffed and sat up, trying to tame his hair, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he glanced over at Nash tiredly.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash yawned again, tapping his fingers on his leg. He was used to being tired; he was a school student with a job. A job he had to get to by two. He glanced at his watch, realizing he only had a few hours before he had to leave. Walking everywhere could be a bitch.

He looked back at Dylan, smiling a bit. He wasn't going to tell the boy that last night had been his first -and probably last- kiss. But he guessed he probably knew that already.

'Good morning' he signed, but wasn't sure what was so good about it other than that Dylan was there. 'I got work at two, if you wanna stay until twelve or so.'

[dylan flambyte parker]

'Morning.' Dylan stretched again. 'Alright.'. he stood, trying to straighten out his jeans. 'I'm suppised to be at work anyway.'

He shrugged, again no worry about losing his job. 'Somebody can fill in or me though.'