- Doomsday - Volume One: Gods and Monsters

Chapter 37: Holiday Part. 2

(AN: Being completely honest I have no clue on how to write romance, I like writing cool fight scenes with big explosions and badass characters or dramatic story shit, but not romance, but it is necessary for the story to progress (unfortunately)... I'll try and keep it mature and not too cringey or like it's written by a twelve-year-old, but if it turns out that way I deeply apologise for your wasted brain energy reading this. Also, I won't be writing actual sex scenes, not comfortable enough to do that... Either way, you have been warned, proceed at your own risk...)

Angela had awoken rather early, getting up around seven in the morning, as the day ahead would be long and arduous. Propping herself up on her elbows before straightening up she stretches her arms out letting out comically loud yawns, before pulling herself out of the bed. However, as she left the soft mattress she remembered the other person who had been sleeping in the room, again feeling bad for making [Y/N] sleep on the floor, she would intend to be more forceful in convincing [Y/N] to sleep in the bed, to make herself feel better, and for no other reason that she could possibly consider...

Turning around the foot of the bed, Angela let out a small giggle as she watched the mess of blankets and pillows strewn about the floor, [Y/N]'s torso stretched out upon the floor. Squatting down next to the young man she took a long look at his face with a small smile before slightly poking his face. Yet, after the initial poke there was no reaction from the sleeping man causing Angela to let out another giggle and proceeded to prod again and again, attempting to wake up [Y/N], while saying his name out loud, "[YYYYY/N]. [YYYYY/N]." Holding out the beginning of the name in a sweet and harmonious way. [Y/N] remained still, not moved by Angela's prodding, who seemed to grow somewhat weary, increasing the intervals to which she was poking his face and starting to raise her voice slightly. [Y/N] subconsciously shewed her finger away before pulling up the blanket and turning onto his side causing Angela to give up, letting out an audible sigh. The young woman decided to just get on with her daily routine, preparing for a shower, closing the door behind her to the small en suite.

After about ten minutes or so [Y/N] sprung up from his sleeping position, causing a small racket, looking around frantically, slightly confused as to where he was, before realising that he was in the hotel room that he was sharing with Angela. Looking over to the bed, the young man realised that the bed was empty, coming to the conclusion that Angela had gone downstairs ahead of him, a logical conclusion from his perspective. Thus, the young man, as he would usually, began his own morning routine, which normally begins with a shower, which he began to walk towards, reaching his arm out towards the door.

Grabbing the door handle, [Y/N] enhanced instincts kicked in, he could hear something inside the room, moving slightly, a soft heartbeat, he could smell the sweet scent of scented shampoo and other care products. Immediately, he knew that this was Angela, thinking it was somewhat creepy that he could tell people apart only by their scent, somewhat caught in contemplation. However, while [Y/N] was pondering, he had failed to notice that small foot-steps upon tiles had slowly made their way up to the bathroom door, only hearing the slight click from the door handle at the last moment, realising that this was a bad situation...

Out from the small bathroom came the young woman, only adorned in a small white towel covering her midsection, not leaving much to the imagination, her eyes closed while she was running her hands through her hair. [Y/N] stood straight, knowing that this wasn't going to end well, and as Angela opened her eyes she instantly saw the tall young man standing directly outside the bathroom door, staring at the young woman in only her small towel, a brief moment of silence transpiring between the two. Letting out a small shriek, Angela retreated back into the bathroom, slamming the door back, before shouting, "[Y/N] I thought you were sleeping!" Shouting at the young man.

[Y/N]'s face crumpled up slightly, his face remaining unfazed at the whole situation, not because he didn't necessarily dislike what he saw, but simply because he was too tired to process the whole situation. "Angela, that seems like an error of judgement on your part..." Angela let out a small stream of sputtering from the other side of the door, attempting to strike back with a comeback, before giving in letting out a small sigh. "Can you pass me my clothes please [Y/N]? I left them on my bed..." [Y/N] let out a small chuckle, simply replying, "Sure thing, you exhibitionist." [Y/N] saying the latter part in a slightly hushed voice which the young woman overheard, causing Angela to have another outburst, "I AM NOT!" To which the young man responded with another longer chuckle.