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{9}

(Originally a bonus chapter, but decided it fit in nicely with the story.

{Requested by: julialewis23421}

Prompt: 14, 2, and 41

14: just please be my best friend right now, not the guy i just confessed my love to.

2: Please don't cry, I can't stand it when you cry.

41: How can you look so attractive while crying?)

Cody's POV:

I stared up at my ceiling, trying to damn hard to fall alseep. I had done everything I could think of. I counted sheep, I read, I wrote out my thoughts, I even drank warm milk and took a hot shower but nothing was working. I was out of sleeping meds so I didn't have that choice. I could always google what to do, but I feared the bluelight was just going to make me stay up even later than I already was.

I fucking hated insomnia.

It was one of the worst things that you could have when all you wanted to do was sleep.

I restorted to counting how many cracks were in the ceiling, hoping that the monotonus task would lull me to sleep somehow. Hoping that counting that same 10 cracks over and over would make me so bored out of my mind that my lids became glued shut.

I was close to just putting on some music to help combat the deathly silent house when I heard footsteps outside my door. It was probably just Zach getting up and fetching a glass of water. The simple creaks in the floorboards were almost deafening in this utter silence. I didn't like it.

But at the same time, there was a wonderful calmness to it. It felt as if I were the only soul left alive on Earth.

The footsteps had stopped right outside my bedroom door, and I could make out the faintest shadow under the doorframe. Where the light was coming from, I had no clue but that was the least of my concerns right about now.

The shadow didn't move an inch. Obviously it wasn't one of the boys needing a midnight drink. But it could have been them needing something else in general.

I forced my body out of bed and stood directly in front of the shadow, hand on doorknob and words on the tip of my tounge when I had heard the faint sniffles.

It was very clearly coming from the other side of the door. My heart sunk a little at that. Why was one of the guys sniffling outside my door? One of them probably had a nightmare and wanted to talk about it to someone but were reconsidering, unsure of if I were awake myself or not.

I sighed and opened the door, not wanting whoever was on the other side to have to sleep with that on their mind. I knew that they would have done the same if I really needed it then.

Maxx was leaning against my door with a bottle of Jack in his hand, wearing nothing but an exhausted expression and boxers covered in aliens. I could only get a small glimpse at him before he went tumbling towards me, heading straight for the floor if I hadn't been directly in front of him.

Maxx felt heavier than I had expected him too right now, which wasn't too odd considering that he was on the verge of reality and a dream world. I couldn't help smile a little to myself at how cute he looked in my arms right at that moment.

I threw one of his arms around my shoulder, one of my arms tightening around his waist, and led us both to my messy bed. Maxx practically threw himself on it, the bottle of Jack spilling some of it's contents on the sheet. I couldn't complain at him, it was only a little area towards the bottom right hand corner.

I took the bottle from it and placed it on my nightstand, hoping that it wouldn't leave a ring of residue on it in a few hours. I focused my gaze on the small boy in front of me, laying face down in a pile of sheets that were way too big for this kind of weather.

Letting a small sigh, I rolled him over on his back so that he wouldn't suffocate. Not that I'd let him suffocate anyway.

Maxx just groaned out and opened his eyes, starring at nothing in particular. He had large dark circles under his eyes, a stark contrast to his snow white skin. He looked like he hadn't slept in months and I felt a twinge of guilt. How many times had he been outside my door just wanting to talk someone but I had been asleep?

"I love you." Maxx said that so softly that I could have sworn I would've been hearing something if the whole world weren't frozen in time on this very night. I glanced down at Maxx whose piercing green gaze was locked on me. I wanted to chuckle and say that I loved him too, there wasn't any harm in loving your best friend in a platonic way.

But there was something in his eyes that had made me rethink even breathing. He looked hurt. He looked sad. There was a look of such seriousness in his features that I wasn't sure how to react. I wasn't sure what to say or what to do. I'd never seen anyone that serious before.

It was unnerving to say the least.

I opened my mouth, trying desperately to find the right string of vowels and consonants to tell him it was okay. I didn't know what was okay, but it was okay. I ended up just starring at him, my mouth agape.

His eyes fully focused on me and I could almost see his whole world shattering. I could see his heart break into millions of tiny pieces due to my lack of response. I could see his blood run cold. I could see the tears springing to life in his beautiful eyes.

He frowned and started to sit up, looking as if I had just killed his pet in front of him and then lied about it. I couldn't do anything but sit there and watch as he starred at me, still begging me to say anything.

To say something.

To say that I felt the same.

Or to shatter his world even more and say I didn't love him that way.

His voice came out in an almost silent whisper again. "Please just be my best friend and not the guy I just confessed my love to." I just nodded and held my arms out wide, inviting him to cry himself to sleep in them.

He looked me in the eyes quickly, as if asking if it were ok. I smiled slightly at that. Even when he thought his whole world was crashing down around him, he still waned to be here with me.

Maxx threw himself in my arms, not bothering to hold back the gut wrenching sobs anymore. It hurt to see him like this. It hurt to know that my lack of response was the reason he was feeling this way.

I pulled him closer to me and rubbed small circles in his back in an attempt to soothe his crying. "Please don't cry. I can't stand it when you cry." My voice matched his in a hushed whisper, as if we were to be any louder the entire world would awake.

The night was no longer silent.

It was racked by his heart clenching cries. I couldn't stand to see him this way. I could feel my own eyes welling up with tears, but I fought back the urge join him. One of us had to be stronger for the other right now.

I pulled away from him and brushed a few stray tears from his skin. "How can you look so attractive while crying?" I whispered under my breath and shook my head slightly, hoping that he hadn't been able to hear me over his crying. "Hey. How about you stay with me here tonight? Lance and I will take care of you and fight away any monsters." I got up from the bed and made my way over a shelf on the opposite wall to grab one of the stuffed animals I kept from childhood.

Maxx looked up at me with tired eyes as he let out a defeated chuckle. "Yea. That sounds nice."  

And suddenly, the silence wasn't so deafening anymore.