Sleepover

When Norman

wakes up it's already dusk. He can hear numerous birds and night owls' sound as

well as insects. It gives him chills but also a weird kind of thrill. He looks

beside him and sees Saffran scrolling through his phone. He is so deep in

thoughts that he doesn't feel Norman stirring beside him. "Won't we go home

today?" Saffran looks at him and nods. "You awake. Wanna go now?" Norman  thinks a little. This cabin, in the midst of

a forest gives him such a aesthetic vibe that he wanna live here forever. Of

course with Saffran. He remembers the sex. It was so intense this time. Norman

though doesn't feel any strength on his legs. His ass is throbbing too.

"My legs and

hip hurt." Norman whines yawning. Saffran turns and hugs him. He makes Norman's

head bury in his chest and scrolls his phone at Norman's behind. Norman can

smell Saffran's body scent. Citrus with a hint of cologne. It feels good. He

hugs back lifting his one leg on Saffran's waist. He doesn't wanna break this trance.

He doesn't wanna remember that they are nothing but fuck buddies. He feels

Saffran tapping on his phone. For his nosy character he can't help but turn

around and see what Saffran is doing. Saffran doesn't say anything as Norman

turns. Norman squints his eyes on the blue screen blaming the darkness of the

room. He sees Saffran chatting with someone. Saffran is holding the phone high

but Norman's eye power is not something you should joke about. When he sees

Jess' profile picture, his heart drops. Pangs of jealously hits him, his

stomach churns  in uneasiness. Saffran sends

a smiling emoji to Jess to which Jess instantly replies. Just what kind of mess

Norman is in?

"Let's go

home." Norman says gloomily. Saffran is too engrossed in chatting that he doesn't

catch Norman's gloomy voice. He gets up closing his messenger and smiles at

him. He's in good mood. Which makes Norman wanna puke.

Norman gets

up and goes out of the cabin but Saffran's shout makes him irritated. "Stop

roaming around! It's almost dusk!" He says and holds Norman's hand tightly. He

carries his bag and locks the door of the cabin room. "You wait here. I'll be back."

Norman panics. What if Saffran abandons him? "Wait! Where are you going!?" "To

piss. And stop shouting." Saffran says irritated. Norman  quickly holds his hand stopping him from

behind. "Now what-" "Take me with you. I'm scared." Saffran rolls his eyes.

"I'll be back in a minute." "No no no! Please!" Norman almost cries. The

darkness and those big trees are giving 

him creepy vibes. What if he sees skin walkers?! He'll die from heart

attack. "Ok fine! Geez." Norman sighs and keeps on holding his arm. "Where'll

you pee?" He asks as Saffran walks further away from the cabin. He's too much

scared. "Let's see." "You'll pollute soil." Saffran laughs making Norman pout.

"Why don't you make me a toilet here then?" Norman doesn't answer. Saffran

stops in front of a bush and detach his arm from Norman. "What are you-" When

he hears water sound from beside, a dark blush creeps on his cheeks. This is so

embarrassing. "Oh my god." Norman 

mutters. "What? Never saw a guy pissing before?" Saffran teasingly says

still doing his business. "S-shut up! And why do you need to piss when you didn't

even drink anything? You should be dehydrated in this hot summer." Norman

blabbers. "Ok ok stop now. Let's go." Saffran huffs. "You didn't wash your

hands!" Having enough of his ramblings Saffran threateningly says, "If you don't

shut up I'll seriously leave you here." Norman instantly shuts up.

During whole

drive Norman didn't talk with him. His heart hurts. He has a persistent

headache. He keeps on remembering Saffran chatting with Jess.

 "Norm.....Can I ask you a favour?" His voice

is gentle. He is deliberately talking in 

such a gentle and caring voice. It almost makes Norman wanna believe

that he loves him. But Norman knows the truth. Even though it hurts.

He nods his

head. "Can you stay with me tonight?" Norman is surprised. Saffran never asked

him to sleepover at his place. No matter it would rain or storming, he always

sent Norman to his own house. But this time, the way Saffran is asking him is

like he's begging him to stay. He can't deny the fact he will always fall for

that pretty face. Without thinking twice he nods his head. "B-but your

parents-" Saffran scowls at the front. Even mentioning about his parents

catches him off guard. "Don't bother bout those whores." Norman cant help but

gasp. How can Saffran say such ill things bout his parents? Norman doesn't understand.

He cant even imagine talking loudly with his mother. He respects her more than

anything.

"Okay."

.........

"Change into

this." Saffran gives him a pyjama pants and shirt after going into his room and

goes to shower. Saffran's parent aren't home. Norman quickly messages his mom

about his sleepover and changes into the given clothes. While Saffran is showering

Norman looks around his room. So many things changed since middle school. He

finds an expensive guitar laying in the corner. He doesn't remember Saffran

having a guitar. He goes forward and touches the elegant thing. It looks so

cool. Wont it be amazing if Saffran plays a song on this guitar for him? "What

are you doing?" Chills run sown through his spine hearing Saffran's cold and

menacing voice. Why is he so angry? Is it because he saw Norman touching his

guitar? "I-I was only looking around." Norman 

feels anxious. Saffran seems to believe him and nods. "You started

playing guitar?" Norman  asks can't

holding back his curiosity. Saffran nods while changing. "I learnt it as Jess

was pestering me for it." Again those shitty feeling. Jealousy really is

painful. "Oh." Saffran removes his robe and lays on the bed only wearing his

boxers.  "Can you play me a song on

the guitar?" Seeing Saffran's expression Norman knew its impossible. "I'm not

your guitarist or anything Normie." Saffran says with an eye roll. "As a

friend. You know...just forget it."

 "Come here." Saffran pats the space beside

him. "Why aren't you wearing anything?" Norman asks while laying comfortable on

his bed. His bed is the softest Norman has ever been. His own bed is so hard,

the foam is really thin. But Saffran's bed feels like heaven. The covers has

Saffran's natural body scent. So comfortable.

"I don't

like to wear extra clothes while sleeping." He hugs Norman like he's his lap

pillow and pulls the cover over them. Norman wanted to protest as he is feeling

suffocated on Saffran's chest but this opportunity is like a golden ticket. So

he sleeps his uneasiness away.

........

The first

thing Norman felt waking up in the morning is that Saffran is gone. He pats the

space and feels it cold. Yawning he lifts his body up and stretches like a cat.

"You're up." Saffran says opening his bedroom door. He's dressed in casual clothes.

"Wash up and come downstairs. I made breakfast." With that he leaves. Norman

goes to the bathroom and finds new toothbrush on the basin. Saffran always stays

prepared.

Sweet aroma

of steak and egg fills the air. Norman sees a lot of food on the table when he

comes downstairs. "You made it all?" He says with gaped mouth. "Why? Can't

believe it?" Saffran smirks taking off the kitchen apron. Sad cause he was

looking really hot in it.

Norman nods

his head and sits on the table. "Bon appetit." Saffran says cheerfully. He's in

a good mood. Suddenly they hear the front door unlocking. Norman looks at

Saffran's tense face. "Why?" He hears him mutter. "Saffran! You're up baby?" Norman

instantly recognize Saffran's mom's voice. He didn't hear it for a long time.

She's still the same. Young and beautiful. When she comes into the dining hall

he also becomes tense. What'll she say seeing him. "Saff-Oh! You got company."

Her demeanour gets cold seeing Norman. Norman is wearing Saffran's clothes

which didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Mom.

Remember Norman? My-" "Your beggar of a friend?" The hall becomes silent. The

pain and humiliation Norman feeling is unspeakable. Does people have to remind

him his financial status? Do all these people in this family lives off berating

others? Or Saffran's mom just morphed into a snobby bitch? "Mom-" "Hmm Norman?

How's your mommy doing? Is she selling her body? But that'd be impossible. She

looks more of your grandma than your mother-" "Shut up!" Fat tears streams from

his eyes but he holds a confident glare.

Saffran's

mom glares back too. "My mom is doing a decent job unlike some snobby rich

whore! Look at yourself in the mirror then badmouth bout my mom!" Saffran is

glaring at him now. "Get out." With that one cold word Saffran's mom storms to

her room.

Norman doesn't

wait too. He takes his phone and gets out of the house. He can hear Saffran's

faint calling from the back but he couldn't care less. When he reaches the main

road's pavement he breaks down. Loud sobs escapes from his lips. Nobody should

talk like this about someone's mother. Just cause they are feeling shitty doesn't

mean they have to make others feel shitty too. Norman can't imagine such a

dirty talks bout his mom. He is crouched on the pavement holding his face in

his palms. And that's Norman's huge problem. He's too emotional for his own

good. People even used to call him sissy. But they got over it as Norman

charmed into everyone's heart with his cheerful aura.

Norman

flinches when he feels someone hugging his body. "Norm...I'm so sorry. She was

drunk. Please stop crying." Saffran's gentle and soothing voice calms him down.

He feels relieved that Saffran is apologizing. He lifts his face up and

immediately Saffran kisses on his pink nose. He was crouching down on one of

his knees. He makes Norman get up and hugs him. "You wanna go home?" Norman

nods. Saffran takes his hand and gets into his car.

"Norm...are

you still angry?" He voices out softly while driving. Norman doesn't have any

energy to talk. The whole drama is draining him. He simply nods his head. "She

was just in a bad mood. You know...with dad-" "But that doesn't mean she can

talk bout my mom like that!" Norman seethes. "I know. But at least try to

understand her." Norman cant believe him. He doesn't say anything. When Saffran

stops in front of his house Norman says with a solemn face before getting out

of the car. "She lost the decent amount of respect I had for her."