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Quincy had been struggling to sleep ever since they arrived at the beach house. It wasn’t uncommon for him to struggle with sleep, but it’s worse at this new place. Hearing the crashing waves, knowing there’s that big body of water outside the house, [i]seeing[/i] it outside the windows… he had only managed two hours of sleep in a span of three days. It made for one very quiet and grumpy Quincy, so he knew he had to take his sleeping pills, or he wouldn’t make it through this summer.

He practiced deep breaths, remembering what his therapist told him. Breath and rationalize. His parents - his real parents - did not know where he was. These sleeping pills would help him. A nightmare was only in his head, and was no longer reality. So, repeating those things to himself every night before he took his sleeping pill, he was getting plenty of sleep. Though, Friday night, he had purposefully stayed up later to sing duets with Violet and attempt to follow Bradley’s fancy dance moves, and he had taken his sleeping pill way later… at such a late time, he shouldn’t had bothered at all.

As a result, he was still buried under his covers in his bed. He could have gotten up a couple hours ago and done just fine, in all honesty, but the bed was so warm and comfortable. He was in that state of wakefulness and sleeping, and he didn’t want to leave it. It was rare he had moments where he could actually be content staying in bed and dozing on and off. Even when he heard the others bustling about, he just simply pulled the cover over his head, and snuggled deeper into the softness. Ah, he decided he’d get up in ten minutes… or twenty… okay, maybe thirty...

It had seemed like the back patio was becoming a little too crowded for the way Bradley felt right about now. He sighed as he attempted to smile at the people present then walked past them and back into the house. He walked past the kitchen though did peek inside of there to eye Silas, briefly. Why was he like this and doing this to himself right now before a party. Bradley really wanted to have fun tonight and seemingly needed a bit of a pick me up, so he noticed that Quincy wasn’t downstairs yet and smirked a little as he sat his drink down on a nearby shelf. 

From there, he ran up the stairs and opened his door quietly and peeked inside, seeing Quincy still in bed. Bradley tip-toed inside and snuggled next to Quincy but over the covers and smirked slightly as he let out a little sigh of relief. [color=A24C2C][b]“If I knew we were going to stay in bed all day. I wouldn’t have gotten dress, Quinny.”[/b][/color] Bradley said in a sultry tone and knew that this would make Quincy feel some type of way [sup]___[/sup] But a good type of way though.

He had just hoped that Quincy wouldn’t freak out too bad on him or anything.

Quincy let out a little sigh as he felt himself beginning to doze again. Mm, it had been too long since he was this relaxed… then, he felt the bed dip in, and a hard body snuggling up to his. He nearly jumped out of his skin, his eyes shooting open, heart lodging into his throat. But, he heard the little sigh, and the familiar voice. Almost immediately, his body relaxed, all the tension leaving it, but his heart kept pounding. Bradley had almost given him a [i]heart attack[/i], the handsome asshole!

He laughed once Bradley’s words sunk in, and shifted enough to gently nudge his elbow into Bradley’s side. “[color=F8B228]You asshole, you scared me![/color]” he turned his upper body to look at Bradley, but that put their faces nose-to-nose. [color=A24C2C][b]“Well, since you’re up now, get dressed for the party. If you’re going, that is.”[/b][/color] Bradley responded as they were still laying down together. If he leaned forward, he could run the tip of his nose along Bradley’s. If he leaned forward [i]even more[/i]... His cheeks immediately went aflame at the thought, his lips parting some, before he quickly turned his head to the ceiling. He cleared his throat some, hoping his blush wasn’t [i]too[/i] noticeable. “[color=F8B228]This is your fault. You kept me up past my bedtime,[/color]” he poorly joked, feeling flustered now.

Part of Bradley might’ve wanted to give Quincy a kiss but he had too many thoughts running through his mind right about now. He also didn’t want to confuse or conflict any other situations, which were kind of more than a couple, that he had going on neither. He sighed softly to himself then chuckled at Quincy’s response. [color=A24C2C][b]“I told you, if you can’t hang with the big dogs then don’t hang. Dancing takes a lot out of you.”[/b][/color] Bradley muttered as he still laid down on his side still, looking at Quincy. [color=A24C2C][b]“Still want to learn?”[/b][/color]“ He’d ask him then a smirk and a raised brow, eager to hear his response.

[color=A24C2C][b]“But hey!”[/b][/color] Bradley said as he rolled over and jumped off the bed. [color=A24C2C][b]“Maybe you should come to the party with us to show off your moves from last night?”[/b][/color] He muttered then leaned in closer to Quincy and mumbled softly. [color=A24C2C][b]“I might even save you a dance.”[/b][/color] Bradley winked then back away as he went over towards Quincy’s closet and started to rummage through it.

[color=A24C2C][b]“Dude, where’s your sense of style at though? Did you leave it in New York?”[/b][/color] Bradley joked as he continued to rummage through his closet.

Quincy would learn something as boring as [i]mailbox photography[/i] if Bradley was the one teaching it to him. Quincy couldn’t admit to Bradley that it was his medication that took a lot out of him, not the dancing, but he went along with it. He had a fear that Bradley wouldn’t look at him the same if he knew he had to take medicine just to simply sleep in a new place. “[color=F8B228]I do still want to learn, thank you. I’ll prove to you I can “hang with the big dogs,” as you put it,[/color]” Quincy said, shooting Bradley a slight grin. [color=A24C2C][b]“Yeah, yeah.”[/b][/color] Bradley amused toward Quincy as he still rummaged through his closet, picking up his clothing then throwing them away as if they were pure filth.

Quincy had immediately missed the weight of Bradley beside him once the boy jumped up and left him alone in the bed. He tried to not wish things were different as he leaned up, the cover pooling at his waist, revealing his baggy, long-sleeved sweater that he often wore to bed. He had almost forgotten about the party tonight. The thought made him nervous, yet he [i]was[/i] here to change, to get better. He couldn’t just stay inside all the time, right? He flushed at Bradley’s wink, and narrowed his eyes. “[color=F8B228]You [i]might[/i] save me a dance? You mean you [i]will[/i], Bradley Jacobi Copperburn[/color],” Quincy said, then gasped in mock shock. [color=A24C2C][b]“Oh? Will I now? I guess I could.”[/b][/color] Bradley responded with a shrug of his shoulders. “[color=F8B228]There is nothing wrong with my clothes![/color]” that was a lie, but Quincy still picked up a pillow and threw it at Bradley.

Upon hearing Quincy’s response that nothing was wrong with his clothing, he turned around only to be hit in the mid section by a pillow. [color=A24C2C][b]“Don’t get insulted at me because you have no swag. I didn’t tell you to buy these clothes.”[/b][/color] Bradley said with a chuckle as he picked up the pillow and walked towards Quincy, who was rolling his eyes at Bradley’s response. [color=A24C2C][b]“I think you should know by now, do not have a pillow fight with me.”[/b][/color] He leaned in towards Quincy’s face, whispering those words softly toward him with a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. He then backed away and stood up, walking towards his closet again and pulled out two hangers then handed them to Quincy. [color=A24C2C][b]“Here put these on with…”[/b][/color] He walked back over to his closet and presented him with a pair of shoes, which he sat on the floor. [color=A24C2C][b]“With these and come down stairs, Quinny.”[/b][/color] Bradley said as he walked towards the door, opening it and turning to see if Quincy had any last words.

Quincy wasn’t sure how much more he could handle of Bradley getting so close to him. He was used to it from the other boy, by now, but it didn’t make him any less flush or nervous. He was eyeing the clothes Bradley had handed to him, as a way to distract himself from Bradley’s naturally flirtatious nature, when he realized he was leaving. He blinked, looking over and smirking at Bradley. He had something saucy and flirty to say, right on the tip of his tongue, but nerves swallowed the words whole. Instead, he nodded. “[color=F8B228]Laters, baby,[/color]” he joked, wishing he was a little braver, so he could actually show Bradley he wanted him as more than a dance partner. 

Bradley raised a brow at Quincy calling him baby. He shook his head then walked out of Quincy’s room, back leaning against the door as he had a confused look plastered on his face. Bradley shrugged his shoulders then continued to walk toward the stairs, which he went down and waited in the living area. Meanwhile, behind the closed door, Quincy flopped forward on the bed, the clothes getting trapped beneath him. He didn't care as he groaned into the bed's cover, though. [i][color=F8B228]You're such an idiot, you used a Fifty Shades of Grey quote on Bradley! Wow![/color][/i] he thought, laying in his sorrow for a few minutes, before realizing he needed to get up and dress in the [url=https://i.imgur.com/UFrl8Ly.jpg]outfit[/url] Bradley chose for him.

So, he did. He got up, cleaned up in the bathroom, and put on the outfit. He eyed himself in the mirror, trying to push his bangs back, but they kept falling over his forehead. He took a deep breath, telling himself the scars on his arms and legs weren't that noticeable. It'd be okay. With a lift of chin, and a square of his shoulders, he left the bathroom, and went downstairs where [i]so many[/i] voices were at.