Löded summer

Twittle your thumbs:

"I'm serious," he said, stooping down. "What, you think I'm gonna try something?"

Y/N went blank. "As if you haven't done that already?"

Rodrick straightened, ran his hands through his hair, and popped his back. It was obvious he wasn't going to take accountability for his previous behavior, but she didn't care.

"As long as you respect me, I don't give a damn what you think or how far I have to dig into you to make you behave," Y/N replied.

"I was just messing around. You know I'm good for it," Rodrick said as he stretched some more. "Besides, I can stay on the floor—unless you say otherwise."

Y/N thought about it. She wasn't scared or threatened by him; if anything, she was more than capable of holding her own against Rodrick. The only thing that unsettled her was the chance that they'd get caught.

"Fine," she sighed, breaking eye contact. "Just stay out of sight." Her bed had never looked so good. Y/N was exhausted and compromised.

Rodrick eyed her as she got into bed: one leg above, the other below; one arm slipped under a plushie, while its counterpart hung at her side.

He followed shortly after her, his finger trailing against the sheets. His sly demeanor returned. "What?" He caught her staring. Rodrick snapped as he snatched one of the smaller blankets from her bed. "You expect me to sleep without a cover?"

Y/N's head sank back into the bed. "Shut your mouth," she retorted, slightly embarrassed. His hand returned to her bed, this time to grab a pillow.

"Yeah, whatever," Rodrick muttered, fashioning himself a pallet on the floor. He pulled the blanket over his head and got comfortable.

A thin silence formed between them. Minutes passed; she couldn't tell if it was fifteen or thirty. It was hard to fall asleep with all that stress.

Well, it was hard for her.

Rodrick, on the other hand, was quick to doze off, but to her surprise, he snored. Y/N sat up abruptly and looked to her right. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were slightly ajar. "You've gotta be kidding," she said, almost pleading.

She slid off the bed and took a knee. "Rodrick, get up," she insisted. He didn't react. "Rodrick." Y/N finally resorted to shaking him, and his eyes fluttered open.

"Y/N?" he groaned. "Morning?"

"No, it's not morning, but you gotta get up," she urged, shaking him again. "You're snoring."

"Snoring?" He snickered. "I don't snore— just say you want a piece of thi— ouch!"

Y/N smacked him in the abdomen. "Shh, quiet!" she urged urgently. He pressed his lips tightly together in response.

"You snore," Y/N said, tapping his cheek twice in contempt, then returned to her feet. "No sleeping."

He sat up groggily. "Sure I was," Rodrick rubbed his eyes. "So, what should we do to pass the time?" Y/N rolled hers.

"I'm going to sleep; you can twiddle your thumbs in the meantime," she hopped into her bed and returned to her previous position.

He watched Y/N settle comfortably in her bed, her eyes already drooping with exhaustion. He smirked.

"You sure you want to waste away the night sleeping?" Rodrick teased.

Y/N shot him a glare, her voice laced with irritation. "I'm dead tired, Rodrick. Go bother someone else."

He chuckled, undeterred by her annoyance. "Come on, besides, there's no one but you to bother. Sleeping's for the weak."

Y/N ignored him, putting a pillow over her head and tossing in the opposite direction. 'Hmpf,' she muttered. Rodrick tossed the covers off himself and rounded on her.

"Up." He snatched the pillow. "I'm not gonna be bored."

"Rodrick, stop it. Lie down," she contorted herself to grab it back, with legs straight and spine curved, but he wouldn't let up.

"No, up," he yanked her closer and grabbed Y/N's wrists. The pillow fell out of her hands and was forgotten.

"Rodrick—" She wrestled to regain control but quickly realized he was much stronger. He climbed into the bed. Y/N wrapped her legs around him in an attempt to overpower him.

"Y/N!" He huffed, Rodrick settled her in the middle of the mattress, but had no luck loosening her grip on his waist.

"If you want someone to entertain you, it won't be me," she hissed. "You brought this onto yourself. Let go of me."

The wrestling went on for a bit longer before she gave in. Her head fell back onto the pillow, and Y/N was forced to look up at him holding her in place. "You don't like it, do you?"