(OLIVER) you're the perfect lullaby

[CHRISTOPHER HAWTHORNE]

[atrb=border,0,true] YOU ARE THE THUNDER AND I AM THE LIGHTNING there's not a thing that i would change cause you are amazing just the way you are Christopher walked inside the large dorm quietly, taking his key and tossing it at the nearby table, he was way too tired to care about cleanliness or maintenance, he just wanted to sleep. Something was wrong though.. He didn't want to sleep. He was like that sometimes, wanting something that he really didn't want.. No matter how much that did not make sense, Christopher was exactly that type of guy. The one that makes no sense worth crap. The boy climbed onto one of the bunk beds, the second one, top bed that was velvet red but underneath one of his blood red pillows was a plush toy in the shape of.. a yellow.. mouse? That wasn't the point though, letting himself snuggle up under the red sheets, the boy soon fell asleep not really giving a thought as to who would walk in.

[OLIVER MARSHALL]

AND THE SEVENTH THING I HATE THE MOST THAT YOU DO
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Oliver was exausted. He didn't want to work any more today, so he dropped his books and shit off in his locker, and wandered across the large campus to his dormitory. He pulled his keys out of his back pocket and struggled with the lock for a few seconds. Oliver did it more out of pleasure than need, making sure whoever was inside was aware that he was entering.

Oliver made his grand entrance, complete with a loud slam of the door and a clack where he dropped his backpack on top of one thing or another. Oliver wasn't the most organized person in the world, rather, he wasn't above dumping his things anywhere he could find floor space, which was exactly what he did in his dorm, regardless of what his roommate said about it.

Oliver shuffled over to the nice set of bunk beds where he inhabited the bottom bunk. While most people struggled with each other for the top bunk, Oliver greatly prefered the bottom: after all, heat rose, and in warm weather, the last thing he wanted was to stick to his sheets as he tried to sleep.

Oliver checked the top bunk to see if his roommate was there, and sure enough, the darker haired boy was asleep with his face burried in his red pillows. Oliver chuckled to himself and picked up his stuffed animal, a fox-like brown animal he named Eevee-Chan and placed her gently under his arm as he climbed up to the second bunk.

Sure, he was well aware that there was a weight limit for the top bunk, and he and his roommate probably exceeded it, but how many cases were there of top bunk breaking due to too much pressure? As far as Oliver was concerned, there weren't any at all.

Gently, the blonde teen climbed over his roommate, careful not to make contact with the boy or wake him up. A large smirk covered his face as he shoved his stuffed animal in the other boy's face.

"ATTACK OF THE EEVEE-CHAN!" Oliver shouted quite childishly, rubbing the stuffed animal in his roommate, Christopher's face.

"Happy to see me, Nerd?" he asked, letting his arms give out so that he dropped on top of his roommate. And if the other boy wasn't awake before, he certainly was now...

[CHRISTOPHER HAWTHORNE]

[atrb=border,0,true] YOU ARE THE THUNDER AND I AM THE LIGHTNING nothing that i would change cause you are amazing just the way you are The boy wasn't the type to dream about anything big or anything small. In fact, he didn't dream at all except for this one time, where a small dog was biting his face. The boy shifted and opened his eyes slightly, only to be greeted by a fur ball that was being rubbed on his face.. Literally. "Happy to see me, Nerd?" Christopher sighed, it was barely enough to be considered a power nap. He glanced over at the other with narrowed crimson eyes and turned back, facing the other way. "What do you want, Marshall?" He asked, shifting to his side, making himself comfortable in the mess of pillows called his bed. He closed his eyes again but didn't actually go back to sleep.

[OLIVER MARSHALL]

AND THE SEVENTH THING I HATE THE MOST THAT YOU DO
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The blonde teen made it a point to make himself as comfortable as possible in the other boy's bed, taking in a deep breath in order to smell Christopher's distinct scent. A scent that Oliver could never get enough of.

Oliver took his stuffed animal back into his arms and cuddled it gently as he watched the other boy shift. Oliver was, to say the least, quite pleased with his deed, and found it quite hilarious. He hated to waste a day without teasing the dark haired boy he loved so dearly.

Christopher stared at Oliver for a few seconds before turning away, "What do you want, Marshall?" Oliver wasn't sure whether he should have been offended or not. What gave Christopher the power to act so flippant towards him?

"To spend time with my favorite person on earth," Oliver said, pinching Christopher's pale cheek. "Isn't that right, Eevee-Chan?" he asked, burrying his nose in between the stuffed animal's ears. He looked over the animal and at Christopher, waiting for a reaction out of the quieter boy.

Oliver let Christopher shift into a more comfortable position and close his eyes. Oliver moved so that he was sitting on top of the other boy. It wasn't exactly what Oliver would call 'comfortable', but it was Christopher, a boney teenage boy with little to no fat or muscle anywhere on his body. Oliver would have to deal. And he did.

"Don't you want to talk with me, Christopher?" Oliver asked, massaging the other boy's shoulders gently as he hissed in Christopher's ear.

[CHRISTOPHER HAWTHORNE]

[atrb=border,0,true] YOU ARE THE THUNDER AND I AM THE LIGHTNING nothing that i would change cause you are amazing just the way you are Christopher scoffed, opening his eyes slightly to stare at the painted room wall. The only reason Chris was so pissed was because he didn't get his mid day nap. "To spend time with my favorite person on earth," The boy opened his eyes a bit more, trying to glance over at the boy from his position but it was hard to say if he succeeded or not. "Isn't that right, Eevee-Chan?" The boy managed to look over and see the blonde snuggling the stuffed toy and in Christopher's opinion, it was a cute sight and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him and soon enough, Chris could feel weight pushing him even further into the thick mattress padding. "Don't you want to talk with me, Christopher?"\ He looked at Oliver and frowned, grabbing the other and pulling him towards the boy, wanting to hug the blonde as he laid down on the bed. "Nn.. I do.. but I'm sleepy" He mumbled quietly, closing his eyes yet again.