Skeppy POV

I woke up in Bad's arms, and Bad was still asleep. I kissed his forehead and started to make breakfast.

About half an hour later Bad came out of his room, sleepily.

He yawned and asked "Skeppy did you make breakfast?"

I nodded and sat him down in a chair

"But your my guest! I'm supposed to do this for you!" He exclaimed

"You were really sleepy last night and you still are, so I made you breakfast!" I said and set a plate of food in front of him.

He thanked me, and when he was finished eating he sat on the couch with Rat and Rocco and quickly skimmed through Twitter.

I looked into his eyes, trying to catch his attention.

He looked at me with his head cocked, basically asking me why I was looking at him.

I leaned in a bit, slightly biting me lip.

Bad laughed and said "Are you gonna kiss me you dunderhead?"

"Uh no I was just-" I cut myself off and excused myself to my room.

My heart ached. Hadn't he remembered last night? I lay on my bed holding back tears. I pulled out my phone, and looked something up.

Can you loose memory if your sleep deprived?

The answer was yes.

Anger flowed through my body. I couldn't hold back anymore. My salty tears leaked onto my pillow.

I USED MY COURAGE TO KISS MY BEST FRIEND BUT HE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER IT

My breathing sped faster and faster. I know it was only a kiss on his cheek, but I thought it was really something.

Just then I heard Bad knock on my door.

"Skeppy? Are you alright?" Bad said with concern in his voice

"Y-yeah I-I'm fi-" I said, trying to say I was fine. My voice broke and more tears spilled on my pillow.

Bad didn't ask again. The door swung open and I heard Bad gasp at the sight of me. I couldn't blame him.

Bad POV

I opened the door and saw Skeppy laying on his bed with his pillow stuffed in his face, with his tears falling on it. I gasped, afraid what had happened

"Skeppy, what happened?" Skeppy didn't respond, instead more tears.

I hugged Skeppy, softly rubbing his back. My shoulder was wet with his tears, but I didn't care. I noticed how fast he was breathing

"Skeppy slow your breathing down."

Skeppy tried breathing slower, his breath shaking. I inhaled and exhaled, and Skeppy knew to match my breathing.

I asked Skeppy if he wanted to talk about it, but he said he didn't want to.

I hoped I didn't hurt his feelings.

A couple minutes later, Skeppy was asleep. He had dried tears on his cheeks, and my shoulder was now covered in Skeppy's drool. I didn't mind though. Our dogs leaped in bed with us.

Then I didn't something. I don't know what made me do it. I just had a feeling deep down, that I should kiss him. So I did. It was only in his cheek, but I blushed anyway. It was a soft gentle kiss, so Skeppy didn't wake up.

Both of the dogs were looking at me with their heads cocked to the side. I told then to not tell Skeppy I did that, and I made then promise it too.

I lay Skeppy on his bed, and left his room. Then I sat back down on the couch, feeling a bit sad and cold. I missed the warm feeling Skeppy gives me when he's not even touching me.

So I decided to text some of my friends and invited them to come over tonight to maybe watch a movie with me and Skeppy. I asked Sapnap, George, and Puffy. And they all said yes.

After Skeppy was done sleeping, maybe he would tell me what was wrong.