"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Eighty-Two.

Darren's POV.

"TANYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" I yelled on the top of my lungs after a good 5 hours.

"WHAT?!" She yelled back from the couch.

"CUDDLES.." I whined, my voice filled with desperation. "PLEASE, I NEED YOUR CUDDDDDLLLEEESSS!"

I was in a state of utter desperation.

I couldn't take it anymore.

Every cell in my body was screaming for cuddles, for her touch, for her warmth.

I threw all pride out the window and shamelessly started pleading and begging.

"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE.. I NEED YOUR CUDDLES," I repeated, sounding like a broken record. "I can't take this anymore. I NEED TO FEEL YOUR ARMS AROUND ME! PLEASE!"

I could see Tanya on the couch, trying to suppress a smile at my pathetic display.

I didn't care how desperate I looked. 

I just couldn't handle another second without holding her.

I looked at her, pleading with my eyes, hoping she would give in and come over to the bed.

But she just smirked and shook her head.

"Not now, Love." She said, returning her attention to the magazine in her lap.

"Nooooooo..." I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. "I can't take this anymore. I need cuddles! Please, please, please, please.."

I felt like I was losing my mind.

Tanya finally couldn't hold back her laughter anymore and burst out laughing at my desperate pleas.

"Oh my god, you're such a baby," She teased, her voice filled with amusement.

"It's not funny!" I protested, my face still buried in the pillow. "I'm going crazy here. I NEED cuddles! I'm withering away without them. I'm going to die of cuddleless-ness!"

Tanya had tears in her eyes from laughing at my dramatic declaration.

"Oh, you're not going to die from lack of cuddles, Love," She said, barely holding back her laughter. "But you do look like a big cry-baby right now."

"I don't careee!" I cried, lifting my head from the pillow. "I NEED cuddles! I'm practically begging you, please come over here and cuddle with me. Please, please, please, please, pretty please with a cherry on top!"

"Oh my god, you're seriously begging like a child right now," She said, a wide smile on her face. "I've never seen you this desperate before."

"I AM desperate!" I protested, my voice full of pleading. "I need your cuddles like fish need water. I need them like plants need sunlight. I NEED THEM LIKE... like... like... I NEED THEM OKAY!"

Tanya burst out laughing again, clearly enjoying my melodramatic display.

"Okay, okay," She said, still chuckling. "I get it, you're having a melt down without cuddles. But you're just being extra dramatic right now."

"It's not a drama! It's real suffering!" I protested, lifting my head to look at her. "I can't function normally without cuddles! They're my lifeline. They're my oxygen. They're my everything!"