Post by The Huggernaut on May 21, 2010 18:07:56 GMT -5
There were several constants Crash had gotten used to since he started sleeping on his couch.The first was that there was almost always a beam of sunlight hitting him in the eyes to wake him. But today seemed to be cloudy, so he was roused much more gently by habit waking him at this time of morning.
The second was that usually he kicked his blankets off himself, leaving him cold. This... was almost true, as he didn't feel his blankets, but the couch seemed warm under him.
And the last? That he didn't have soft, warm pillows under his head. Surprisingly, it was this last that got him to lift his head up slightly, only to realize he was looking at the slightly strained material of a wifebeater shirt.
For a brief moment, he almost panicked, looking up at Julie's face, as he realized he'd been using her chest for a pillow. He calmed down rather quickly though once he realized that she was still sound asleep. At first, he considered moving, then waking her, but... something stopped him as he watched her sleep.
She was his friend, his BEST friend, in fact. But sometimes, he found himself just thinking about her. At times, about how she was almost always loud coming into his... their apartment. Sometimes it was about... well, this. What was she like when she slept? It made him wonder...
How did he really feel about her? He enjoyed hanging out with her, and enjoyed physical contact with her... probably more than he should. It was part of why he hadn't moved, instead just... watching her. He knew if she woke up now, he'd prolly wind up coming to in the street. And he didn't care.
He had to admit it... she was gorgeous, but she didn't act like she knew, or even cared. It was... refreshing. She wasn't like some... she wasn't like ANY girls he knew, and that... made her more interesting. Something...
Something precious. Something IMPORTANT. Vital, even. She could calm him down when he was in a rage... even chase his nightmares off. He's slept more soundly the night before than he had in a long time, and he wanted to thank her for it...
But for now, he settled with cuddling into her while she slept, taking advantage of the fact she wouldn't throttle him for doing it.
He just wished he could voice all of this without... sounding creepy. Or desperate. He wasn't either... or at least, he hoped he wasn't. But before even considering trying to tell Julie this... he needed to sort out if it was just a deeper level of friendship, or if he...
Did he love her?
Maybe... That was a question to be answered some other time. For now, he was close to her, and that was what mattered.
