˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘🖤+𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏

4am

Once the dice rolls across the counter, there is a big boom roaring outside The living room window. The sound suggests a big storm the forecast had been warning us about. I looked at Mike and he started back at me. We both could agree staying over for this long was a stupid idea even when we deliberately knew about the weather watch.

"So...now what?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. I mean, it's late. I should probably get going."

It was 10pm, three hours past curfew. Heading home would be like stepping to into hells gates carelessly. To save him the trouble I stop him in his tracks.

"Why don't you just...sleepover?" I suggest, "it's dark, and dangerous out there."

Mike combed through his hair and scratched the back of his neck, stuck in thought for a moment before responding, "Is your mom okay with that? I don't want to stress her out..."

"Going out there in a storm at this time of the night would stress her out."

{Timeskip}

Somthing is off about tonight; maybe it's the fact that a boy is sleeping in my room? We've done this before, so what makes it so different

My mind has been wandering for hours: It's 4am.

There is snoring on the rooms across the hallway, including the small, quick breaths swaying inches from my ears. It's soothing to listen but not enough to make me doze off.

Eventually I gave up and crawled out of bed when I feel a hand curl around my ankle. I look down to see Mike barely awake, his voice crocks through his dry throat.

"Where you heading?"

I was caught off gaurd by that sudden gesture but i responded regardless.

"I'm getting a glass of water"

He sits up slightly and rests his palm on the side of his head before rubbing his drooping eyes. "Can't sleep?"

I shake my head.

"I'm already awake, it'll take a while to go to sleep. Can I tag along?"

—

We stalk the kitchen with only a flashlight as a source of light. I search for a bottle of water and hand it to him before grabbing my own. There is silence between us.

I wasn't sure what to say. It was awkward oddly. I guess Mike didn't like that, so he spoke up, his water cleared out his throat: "So, there's always a reason to not being able to sleep...Is there something on your mind?"

I tap my chin before facing him. "I don't know. I didn't have a nightmare, and I for sure don't feel stressed out either..."

He nods to himself, "Maybe you need someone to sort out whatever's going on in your brain." He says, taking another sip of water, "My sister used to help me sleep when I was little. Maybe it could help you too."

—

Just like that, we were back in my room. I laid in my bed, Mike sat next to me. I was a little flustered since we've never really shared a bed like this.

"So, let's talk. What's been on your mind?" He asks, whilst fidgeting with the flashlight in his palm.

I began to ramble away, more than I thought...My lips ran untill slowly my eyes get drowsy. Mike's soft voice and calming responses weigh my strength. I let out a yawn.

He chuckled softly before remarking, "someone's getting sleepy already—"

"No, I'm awake. I swear."

I wanted to stay up as long as I could. Going back and forth like this was so reliving. My mind had so much space to just breathe now.

"Finally, I think I'm ready to sleep...that really helped Mike—"

His head fell on my shoulder and a louder snore gargled out his mouth. My face burned up... His own old childhood tricks still worked on him.

I wanted to shake him, just so he could sleep on the mattresses he laid out for himself. But he was at peace. I couldn't resist but leave him here laid out on me.

"Good night, I guess."

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A/N
Hola! I got requested story coming out. Just having some little trouble, but hopefully I can publish it as soon as possible. Thanks for reading❤️

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