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Going on a friend group holiday and agreeing with Johnny to share a room since you two usually and seamlessly pair off (platonically). Two double beds, of course. Thank the universe for double beds becoming increasingly used everywhere. Johnny gets a bed big enough to fit him without having to squeeze himself too much, and you get more than enough comfort on yours. You settle in and unpack your toiletry bag, plug in your phone charger, sort out outfits.
Johnny soon realises that he could get used to this. Coming "home" together each morning, afternoon, evening or night. Each time both of you cross the threshold of the room together going to or from an outing is an equally wonderful feeling for him. He finds himself watching your routines quietly. Mornings working around each other getting ready, learning the smell of your perfume. Just the same, you learn the smell of him coming out the shower fresh and clean. He appreciates that you keep your side of the room neat, everything always contained within the four sides of your suitcase or within that corner of the floor for your bags. He admires you getting ready, eventhough he thinks you look good every second of the day.
He's considered it before, if you were interested in him as he was in you. Brushed it off after a while to not spoil the friendship. But now he finds himself increasingly enamoured with everything you do. Getting to see you comfortable in bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikToks during your daily decompression time (as you'd told him at the start of the trip) before bed.
Maybe it's the close proximity getting to your heads, convincing you that life would just be so easy like this. With each other. That's what they always say, right? Travelling with someone is the best test of friendship and love. You and Johnny were passing it with flying colours so far.
He finds himself leaning off his bed more times than he can count, looking at your phone screen at yet another thing you want to share with him. Ever curious, and that's just another thing he admires about you. After the first two nights he figures it'll be easier if he just joins you. He stands wordlessly from laying starfish on his stomach, one arm dangling limply. Stands by your bed and shoos you back with his hand.
"Scoot," he says, eyes pleading even if he doesn't mean to.
The room lighting is a dim orange glow around the bulk of him. Maybe every look into Johnny's eyes felt like gazing into the night sky and you always wished upon the shining, shooting stars in them that you'd have as many chances as possible for it in this lifetime.
You do as he says. The duvet rustles as you move to the other side of the bed for him to slide in under the covers. Your shoulders touch, but as far as it goes he keeps his distance by folding his hands on his stomach. Minutes pass and you shift to comfortably lean your head against his firm shoulder. You're still holding your phone up for him to see the screen. You feel him tense momentarily, unable to stop the huff and smile you give.
"Nervous?" you tease as your eyes flick up to his face.
"Dunno what would make you think that."
You smile, humoured.
"Should do this more y'know," you turn sideways to look more fully at Johnny, cheek now squished against his arm. "This phone time. But also the living together part," you raise an eyebrow.
"You asking me out?" he asks with a tilt of his head.
"Yes," you grin sweetly.
The arm against your face moves to come up and around, pressing you to Johnny's chest as he places a kiss on the crown of your head.