#teddy.thread

the month had been pretty hectic for teddy. a few different artists he had been in contact with wanted music out before spring, meaning teddy and his team of three had to have enough material written and ready to record. to say the work was exhausting was an understatement, but the checks made it more than worth it. christmas was coming up, and he had his eyes on a five foot bong he just knew branson would love (among a few other things). his last night in the studio was the twenty-second, and he spent the next morning finishing the rest of his christmas shopping. by christmas eve, he had every done and no work until net month.

"hey." he murmured quietly to the sleeping male next to him, a finger reaching out to gently tap the tip of his nose. it was a early in the morning, the sun just barely poking through the horizon. a loud noise from the television woke him up, and he hadn't been able to fall back asleep. 

Three-thirty-three in the morning. Teddy would have only usually been up at that time if he were at the studio. However, he was home, flicking through the channels on his television in hopes that something at least vaguely entertaining would be on (spoiler alert: there was not). His phone sat only a few inches from where he did, a blurred photo of his current romantic interest displayed across the screen as the phone call continued. Things previously got a bit heated as to where they were heading, but Teddy was doing his best to reconcile things — his feelings of loneliness and a need for physical touch getting the best of him. “You should be here,” he reminded. He shook his head to himself as he reached over to take another sip from his water bottle.