. lazy love

[acantha o'hara]

he's sprawled out on my bed, the picture of childish innocence with a forelock of hair curling over his left eye, the other obscured by the pillow he's clutching. his words are muffled as he rambles on about something concerning a mishap at the shop. as he shifts in agitation, his legs knock against mine in such an intimate manner that i'm momentarily dazed. i never expected for this, for us to just be lying in bed, doing nothing else but listening to the quiet melodies of debussy - my pick, of course - and enjoying each other's company.

upon first meeting him, i had written him off as any other male in this city, a boy intent on sleeping with as many girls as he could whilst having the time of his life. in all honesty, he was very much like every other male i had ever met, although not in a negative way. he was endearing, of course, with his sophomoric delusions and visions of grandeur, but there was also something that kept me from really giving him a chance. maybe it had to do with my self-respect and the fact that he, as many things as he was, was the least respecting person i had met so far. he was just so morbidly insulting, but i think that's what drew me to him. he was a challenge - admittedly, not one i was wholly invested in - but a challenge, nonetheless. i was intrigued by him, by his face, by his personality, by his entire being.

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as he drifts off to sleep, i cannot help but study his face. it's funny how people change while they sleep, how all of the pretenses fall away in those few hours of blissful slumber. lying beside me, his face buried into my favourite teddy bear, a rather pathetic stuffed pig from my childhood, i cannot help but feel a fondness growing for him. by no means is it an undeniable attraction as he has proved to have for me, but rather, a quiet affection. no matter how frustrating he can be and how much drama seems to follow him, i cannot help but grow attached to him in the way a lonely teenager does to an annoying child; i'm sure our friendship will be one of many ups and downs, and maybe, just maybe, it will grow into something more. for now, though, as he sleeps, i can only imagine the fun that is to come for us.

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