«A turncoats return»

5| Indo's peak childishness

Indonesia's POV

I feel myself gaining consciousness again- please no, I feel tired as hell. Yesterday's events were a little much for me I'll admit it, I am so wasted, and I didn't even drink. Except water!
I don't want to wake up yet. So, in conclusion, I simply let my eyes closed in hopes of drifting back to sleep again. It does work, until my brain decided to boot up for the day.
'Another day, another one where I don't get peace.'
"Morning to you too." I scramble my thoughts and get more awake.
Now hang on a darn second. My current position, I'm sitting? Doesn't feel like my bed. Yeah, why would I sit in my bed when I can lay in it? My head is lying in a rather weird angle on something hard yet comfortable? My brain, doing its daily upgrades for what feels like hours, decides against working- meaning I'll need to figure out where I am myself, at best without much thinking. I internally sigh and open my eyes a bit. It's really light in the room, so I shut them in reaction again. How annoying.
But wait. This certainly isn't my bedroom... and I'm not in my bed.
'We aren't?' I slowly open my eyes again- just to get blended once more and wait until my vision is clear and used to the light conditions. My eyes wander around the room. Living room, huh? Did I fall asleep here yesterday? That's on me. Yesterday was so good and then so bad, but today is a new way to be optimistic! I promptly turn my head around, only to have that new found confidence crush. Huh?! No way! Looking up I see a passed out 'Mate' sitting next to me.
Why am I here?? Why are WE in this position?! I slept on the strangers shoulder the entire night?! Without feeling too uncomfortable?? My emotions are everywhere and it's too early in the morning to process them all at once. My cheeks heat up. I panic. The fuck am I blushing! I'M NOT GAY!
'Allah, you are embarrassing us again. Don't move and don't make it oblivious.'
Wait. No- I'm just embarrassed. UGH. I shut my eyes as fast as possible- a part of me hoping this would all be a dream. In that silence I actually hear the calm breathing of the man beside me as well as the warmth radiating from him, just like from his hand yesterday. Is he a walking heater or something? This shit is hurting my brain. I am overthinking, I am not crushing on the first new person here in over 150 years, there is no way.
'Urghhhhhh'
As I wanted to move me head up, away from his shoulder, there is suddenly the presence of a weight on my head. I open, once again- carefully- one eye, and realize that his head had dropped onto mine by accident. He must be so drained from yesterday. He should definitely sleep longer, preferably in a bed! Yet I feel myself burning harder. Thank God the others aren't seeing this!! What is he doing with me?! Why me??
My silent screams stay unheard.
'Except for me.'
"No one's asking you"
My 'Mate' didn't hear them either and just continued to rest (as he should). I haven't been this emotional in decades ah Allah. But the warmth and light pressing, it actually... feels quite nice, so I don't do anything and just sit there, dumbfounded, slowly calming a bit. After some time, I gaze upon his face. Not that I see it, how are those shadows even realistic? His breath remains calm. It's way calmer than yesterday. I look around the room, already feeling bad again for the trouble I caused. And my heart beats even faster than it already does. He is asleep, but he seems so gentle and soft like this, it's quite mesmerizing. Shit, so much to the topic 'calm'. You are behaving like a creep again, Indonesia! I need to tell someone about this situation. Right now- before I do something REALLY stupid because of my overly excited panic or awkwardness or whatever you can call it. Now, how do I get out of this without waking him? I take a shaky breath and slowly reach for a pillow that could potentially replace me and slowly do the procedure. I hold my breath as I shift away from the man, and luckily, nothing changes. I exhale quietly in relieve. And it's still too early, I am not fully awake. I don't care if it is like 10am or something, it is too early! Thank God he isn't seeing me blushing. Okay so, what now? I need to go to the bathroom, yes. And then, I got to talk to someone about this... mess. Yes. I know that I can talk with Phil about everything, I'm not saying that I can't talk to Mal- but I feel more comfortable to talk with Phil about that specific topic.