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🚬Chicken and Macaroni 🚬

{ya goofy man is here, he may be queer}
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"Paul....what'cha doing?"

You stand in the middle of your shared kitchen, it was a quarter after midnight and you had been rudely woken up by your roommate Paul who was currently making a ruckus.

Why he was doing it though was still a mystery to you as Paul was literally just standing in the fridge with his head in the freezer. He wasn't drunk and he wasn't sleep deprived, so something was going on.

After a moment Paul lifted his head and turned to you, a blank expression adorning his stubbly face. It took a second but he finally spoke.

"I want Mac and cheese...."

"Why?"

"I'm hungry..."

He was...hungry? Really? He woke you up because he was hungry?

...

This man bout to be six feet under—

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, not awake enough for your liking to deal with this right now.

"Paul...what kind of drugs are you on? Cause that is literally the only reason I could come up with that would explain why you're hungry at midnight"

"...maybe a bit of weed..."

Oh you wanted to strangle him at that point. He had the munchies, of course he did.

"Can you make me some..? Please?"

AND he wanted you to make it?! Was he serious?! You were definitely going to punch him...one of these days.

With a heavy sigh you walk over and pull Paul away from the fridge, shutting it before pushing him down into a nearby chair and handing him a bag of funions. Were they his favorite chips? Absolutely not. Did you care? Nope. He was gonna suffer for interrupting your sleep

"Eat these and deal with it, or else I'm pouring ice cold water on your head"

Paul was going to complain but just opted to shrug and slump in the chair, begrudgingly snacking on the chips. He knew better than to argue with you at night when he was like this, it never ended well for him.

You roll your eyes and grab some chips as well. Might as well snack and sit on the couch now that you were up. Knowing you, you'd be up anyway since you had a hard time falling back asleep most days.

When you say on the couch Paul immediately followed and plopped down next to you, nuzzling his head against your shoulder as if he was saying sorry. He didn't really mean to wake you, it just happened

"M'sorry...."

He mumbles against you, his head slipping ever so slightly closer to you as his arm snuck its way around your back.

How were you supposed to stay mad at him when he acted so adorable? This wasn't fair by any means but you knew you were powerless against his dorkish charm

Ruffling his already messy hair you sigh for what felt like the hundredth time today and rested your head against his.

"It's fine I guess...but you should really stop smoking that crap at night. You know what happens..."

"Yeah...but I didn't really smoke it. More so— ate it..."

Paul looked away sheepishly, knowing you weren't the fondest of weed or edibles. You weren't going to ban him from doing it since he was a grown man and could do what he wanted, but that didn't mean you had to readily approve of it either.

At least the edibles didn't leave him with that signature weed smell...

"Pau—ah forget it. You do you man. You do you.."

It was quiet for a few more moments, just you and Paul snuggled up together on the couch staring off into the dimly lit living room of your apartment. Then, completely out of nowhere, Paul spoke with his voice laced with mischief

"I still want Mac and cheese...and chicky tendies~"

"I hate you..."

"You love me and you know it <3"

"..."