Unexpected Perfection

10

{Theo}

Psst. Wake up."

I groan, my eyes opening reluctantly.

"Theodore."
Another whisper.

Ayah.

I sit right up.

It's been a little tense around here since she went on that stupid date. It's got me in a pretty shitty mood.

"Ow."
She cries out as my head smashes into something soft. Possibly her nose.

"Damnit. Move your big ass head. What are you even doing in here?"
I hiss into the darkness, a sliver of light shining in from the hallway.

"Can I sleep with you? It's cold and Mason is being a jerk."
She complains.

"Absolutely not."
I say immediately.

Lord knows what would happen if she lays even a finger on my bed.

I should say, Lord knows what I'd do.

Nothing too appropriate, to say the least.

Then again, this is possibly a dream. My heavy eyes remind me of exactly how tired I am.

"Oh come on, you won't even know I'm here. Look at this big blanket-"

"Go get a jacket from my closet and go sleep on the couch."
It comes out way harsher than it should.

Granted, I'm not much of a morning person. Mason avoids me before 10 because of it.

"Alright, geez. You don't have to be so mean about it."

I can't help but feel a little bad as she shuffles towards the closet reluctantly.

"Got one?"
I make my voice a little bit softer as she turns off the light in there.

"Yep. Don't worry, I won't ever come in here again."

She does come back in here a little while later.

"You've got to be kidding me."
I growl when I get woken up to the faint smell of peaches and a finger poking my nose.

"It's still cold."

"Fine, go to the end. Don't touch me at all, this is a one time thing."
I groan, turning back on my side.

There's no point though, I'm already awake.

There's no way I could fall back asleep with a girl in my bed.

Especially one I'm infatuated with.

God.

"Yes! Thank you, you won't even know I'm in here."
She whispers.

Yeah, right.

I do kind of forget that she's in here until around 8 when she starts moving around and ends up clinging to my fucking back.

I hold my breath as her arms wrap around my stomach.

"Oh man."
I grumble, not making a move to move. Saturday morning cartoons is the last thing on my mind now.

I...I'm the little spoon.

I've never been the little spoon a day in my life!

My mind races as I slowly reach for her soft hand around my waist.

She doesn't budge.