It was the fifth day, which was around the Tuesday of the next week. Dylan, being rightfully exhausted from waking up early yet again, was trying to sleep on the bus. His eyes were closed shut, and the vibrations and gentle sounds the bus made were pretty much putting him to sleep. That was until they came to a stop. At first, Dylan didn’t mind it. It was just another stop, why should it matter to him? After he heard the bus doors closed? He heard a loud thud directly in front of him.

His eyes shot open as he was obviously startled, sinking back into his seat as he saw an arm right in his center of vision, it’s hand up against the glass of the window next to his face. In his panic, he glanced up to whoever this asshole of a person was for doing that. Lo and behold, it was Markus. Dylan gave him a look that said everything he was thinking, which was just “what the hell?!”, but Markus didn’t seem to even flinch at it as he stared dead at Dylan with a serious expression.

The tense eye contact Markus was holding with Dylan began to make him uncomfortable. His pale cheeks flared up red as he quickly averted his eyes down to the floor, swallowing to try and get the anxious lump out of his throat. Usually, he wouldn’t be so pathetically flustered by this, but he was caught way off guard. Markus was virtually unblinking as he narrowed his eyes on Dylan, before leaning in close to him.

Dylan panicked and instinctively pushed himself back into the corner of the seat and up against the window he was sitting next to him, but Markus kept him closely cornered as he stared dead at them. Dylan, whose eyes stayed locked with the ground, had his head sink into his shoulders timidly, and almost whimpered in fear when Markus began to speak.

“Be my friend”

Markus said in the most frigid and scariest tones Dylan had ever heard. Dylan, who was still rightfully frozen in his discomfort, timidly nodded. He swallowed again and attempted to speak, though his startled and fearful tone made him internally cringe at how stupid he sounded.

“O-okay okay...uh pl-... please back away from me…”

He whispered so quietly that Markus seemed to have to strain his ears to understand it. He hesitated, before pushing himself back into the seat next to Dylan. Dylan almost immediately calmed down, not realizing how fast his heart was racing. He slowly slid back into a normal position on his seat, attempting to calm himself down before taking a small peek at Markus. He nearly got goosebumps when he realized their gaze was still locked on him.

Dylan, still a bit shaken up by how tense the atmosphere had become in such a small amount of time somehow managed to stutter out a small few words.

“Um-...w-...what?-“

He asked timidly, biting on the inside of his lip to try and keep himself from acting too much like a pathetic coward. Markus’ voice didn’t cease to send chills down his spine, which caused Dylan’s ego an immense stroke of damage.

“If you’re still tired, you can rest your head on my shoulder and take a nap. I’ll wake you up when we’re at school”

He said bluntly, but his voice seemed much more relaxed now. Dylan scoffed, seeming to get some of his confidence back.

“Uh, no. I’m not some horny schoolgirl-“

He said with an unconscious snarl, but before he knew it Markus had already forced Dylan’s head to rest on his shoulder.

“Nope. I insist. It’s more comfortable then the glass window anyhow”

Markus said, a delicate smile creeping it’s way into his face. This bastard! Dylan let out a soft growl, attempting to tear his head away from Markus’ shoulder but the boy was persistent. The two began to squabble and wrestle. It lasted for about a minute, but Dylan had lost. His punishment for putting up a fight? He now had to rest his head on Markus’ lap.

Dylan wasn't even flustered or embarrassed, but rather extremely pissed off at the fact that Markus not only won, but seemed oh so happy to be able to force Dylan around like this. After a few minutes of Dylan pouting, his fatigue got the best of him. He’d easily passed out and cuddled up to Markus, who was clearly going to be extremely happy for the rest of the day just because of this one little incident.

Dylan, in the other hand, was going to rue every bit of this when he’d wake up.