this is how the story went

[itsahotone]

Who: Santana and Tim
Where: Tim's room
When: Sunday evening
Rating: ...anywhere from PG to R? who knows with them.
Summary: Time to go crawling back make up.
The Story:

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[timisnotme]

Honestly, Tim had been trying not to think about it. And other than the times when his chest hurt like hell from where Mirror!Wonka had stabbed him, he had been pretty damn successful. He's for once not playing a video game! Shock and Awe.

He's been feeling restless so he decided to rearrange his room. Currently mid-turmoil with the bed in the middle, Vector's tank shoved off to one side and the couch in disarray with the cushions stacked on the bed.

He hears the knock and for a second thinks about ignoring it. But it could be Feferi coming to check on the cuttlefish, or Mark coming to talk to him about something.

He's entirely unprepared for who is actually there when he opens the door, hence the staring in silence for a minute.

"Uhm.... Hey."

[itsahotone]

Oh hey, turns out she wasn't fully prepared for him actually opening the door. She stares right back, as if surprised to find herself there.

"Hey. Can I..."

Screw that. Just because they called whatever-it-was they had off doesn't mean she's going to turn into some pathetic girl, asking for permission and crap.

Therefore, she just lets herself right in, walking past him into the room. To stare at the stuff in there, instead.

"...Are you moving?"

[timisnotme]

"No... I uh.. Just wanted a change." He's so surprised at her presence he just watches her for a minute before shutting the door.

"To be honest I was sorta bored." He silently winces and kicks himself, he should have closed the door to the closet before he got up to let her in. Dammit. Too late now.

[itsahotone]

She just nods, still looking around. It hasn't even been a month, but it seems much longer.

Finally, she mentally pinches herself and makes herself speak.

"Okay. Here's the thing. I like you."

Not that she's looking at him or anything...