Forward. Upward. Onward: A Bluey Story.

Insomnia

Author's Notes:

(For the red site crowd, this one's because admins want us to touch grass for ten hours and that's unacceptable)

Dear Inco: Espero puedas dormir tranquilo.

Chapter start.

"Bluey? Bluey!"

Bluey opened her eyes. Mackenzie was on his knees on her bed in front of her, he seemed worried.

"Ah! What the duck cake are you doing in my bed!"

"You were yelling my name for a minute straight! I assumed you were having a nightmare and couldn't wake up!"

"And that gives you a licence to get in my bed in the middle of the night?"

"I- I don't, what?"

"Thanks, Awatee." Bluey said in a down-breath sarcastic mad voice. "And my brain who thought this was when I'd finally get you in me..."

"Y-you what?"

"Oops. Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes you did." Mackenzie said. "But I'm not mad anymore, I was just taken aback by someone wanting me to... you know them. When you're interned in a psych ward you don't really get much game"

"Uhm, do you want to talk about the hospital now?"

There was silence.

"What do I get in return?"

"Mackenzie!" Bluey started laughing. "Okay, what do you want?"

"A kiss."

"Deal." Bluey said. "But! You have to tell me about the hospital first."

"Oh, well..." She could notice he was getting uncomfy. "When we got to New Zealand, my dad decided it would be a good idea to send me to a 'mental health retreat' in the bush. As it turns out, it was actually a weird, cultish thing." He told Bluey. "There they... they... they tried to get me to denounce my love for you by torturing me..." He continued. "At the end they got raided by the police, that's when I returned with my parents."

"Oh. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that because I was a bit too early in all of this stuff."

"It's not your fault." Mackenzie was now lying down facing Bluey. "It was my fault for kissing you in front of everyone. If I hadn't done that no one would have known." Mackenzie excused her. "Talk about kissing...?"

"Ah, fine." She leaned on her mattress. "Just One, okay?"

"Okay." He got over her, with his paws on either side of her head and got closer, both their lips meeting after 5 years.

He then separated his mouth and realised the... uncomfortable position they were in.

"What a tease." Bluey muttered.

"Hey! I heard that!"

"That was the idea, dummy." Bluey chucked.

"Still, it doesn't make my thoughts any benefit."

"Bluey, I didn't know that part of you!"

"I was eight, there was no 'part of me' like this."

"Meh, fair enough." Mackenzie admitted. "Do you want me to get off you?"

"Can you stay like this a bit longer? If this is the closest I'll get to it, I'll take it."

"Bluey!" Mackenzie started laughing out loud. "And I thought you were an innocent puppy!"