Reagan Finally Wins The Bet

Your House Is..Nice..

Once we were at her house, She parked her car in the driveway and unlocked the door. Letting me go in first.

"Yn, sorry this place is a mess, haha, I didn't plan on having a guest, my apo-"

"Reagan your fine, I don't really care, this is your house. Keep it as you like! What should be do now?"

R: "Netflix and chill?"

YN: "Shure, OH! Wanna watch the new My Little Pocky movie?"

R: "I was thinking more like.. Friday The 13th?"

Yn: "A horror fan, huh? Makes sense. Okay, but don't hide behind me if you get scared!"

R: "Haha, thst won't be an issue."

[Reagan goes to change into comfier clothes, and microwaves some popcorn as Yn finds the movie.]

R: "Ate you ready Yn, did you want one of my sweatshirts? You must be super cold in that thin shirt."

Yn "ready as I'll ever be, and no, i don't want to take your sweatshirt, you need those to keep warm!"

R: "Alright.." Although she'd never admit this, she was kind of sad he didn't take her sweatshirt, she thought he'd look cute in it.

As the movie went on, Reagan noticed Yn's head slump over. Thinking that he was asleep, she got up and got one of her sweaters to put on him so he wouldn't be cold. After she put it on him, she leant his head over onto her shoulder, so he'd be more comfortable. As she finished the movie, Yn grabbed her arm, apparently awake, and snuggled his face into the crook of her neck. Reagans face turned bright red, and she stood up to go use the bathroom. Yn, now awake, looked around to not see Reagan anywhere. Being scared she left him, he yelled out, "R-Reagan?", "Where are you hun?"

Reagan's thoughts: "Did he just call me hun? Now my face us even more red!"
"I'm in the bathroom Yn!"

Yn, now calmed down knowing Reagan didn't leave him, sat back on her couch, realizing he had her sweater on. "Well.." he mumbled. "Might as well keep it on."
Yn layed on Reagans couch, and fell back asleep just as Reagan came out of the bathroom.

R: "Yn, did you fall asleep again? Why are you so tired?" Oh well, she thought. She sat back on the couch, moving his head onto her lap. She looked at him, putting her fingers in his hair, and stoking it. Just looking at him, memorizing his facial features, until she got tired and fell asleep.