My Best Friend Is An Idiot. BL · Y/n story by @maezoo

The street was dead silent. Not a single car, not a single light on in any of the neighboring houses. Just the soft hum of the streetlamp above and the cold bite of the 2 AM air.

Xavier

Jesus Christ, if you knock again I'm gonna rip off your hand.

He stood there in the doorway, squinting against the porch light. His blonde hair was a disaster, sticking up in every direction. His hoodie was wrinkled, and his eyes were barely open.

Xavier

blinks ...Y/N.

He stared. No surprise. No confusion. Just the slow, tired realization that his night was officially over.

Xavier

It is two in the god damn morning.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, trying to look pissed off. It might've worked if he didn't look like he was about to fall asleep standing up.

Xavier

Please tell me you have a good reason for waking me up.