Camisado (not fanfiction)

twelve

When Dallon and I got back to the room, I was the first to remind Dallon of the deal he'd made in order to wear the toga.

"You said that I could have the bed," I bragged. "Now you have to sleep on the couch, like a peasant." I crossed my arms, and Dallon frowned.

"But I'm too tall to sleep on a couch!" he complained, and, yeah, I had to give him that one. He was like 6'4", and the couch was like five feet across. But he made a deal, and a deal was a deal.

"A deal's a deal," I said, shrugging and crossing my arms. "You made the decision to make that deal, and wore the toga, and now I get to sleep on the bed." I told him. "And, before you ask, no, you cannot sleep in the bed with me." I spoke before he could.

He crossed his arms, furrowing his brow. "That's not fair!" he whined. "What if we make, like a barricade of pillows or something?" he asked, practically begging not to sleep on the couch.

"No!" I looked at him, grabbing the pajamas that I'd been in before we'd left. "You change in the bathroom, I don't trust you not to steal the bed away from me." I said. He gave me one last angry huff before he went into the bathroom to change into his pajamas and stuff. I heard the shower start from inside the bathroom, which was a relief because I'd only now just realized that Dallon had been walking around still covered in seawater and sand.

I changed, and brushed my teeth in the sink that was right opposite the bathroom door, then got into bed.

When Dallon came out of the bathroom, he took one look at me, gave me the bitchiest bitch face ever, and collapsed onto the couch, sighing dramatically. I smiled smugly, surrounded by about ten pillows and wrapped in a warm blanket.

"Turn off the lights," I told Dallon. "I wanna sleep."

"Do it yourself," he grumbled. "That's the least you can do, after forcing me, a tall person, to sleep on a fucking couch," he said.

"I didn't force you, you made a deal!" I laughed, and he mocked me under his breath before rolling over onto the ground and very dramatically making his way across the floor to the wall with the light switch, then using his foot to flip it and turn off the lights, all while still on the ground.

Because it was dark out, there was not a single bit of light in the entire hotel room. I heard Dallon making his way back to what I hoped was the couch, but, honestly, I should've been expecting what happened, which was, he came over to the bed, lifted up the blankets, rolled me to the complete opposite end of the bed, and made himself completely comfortable on his side of the bed.

"This wasn't part of the deal," I said in the darkness.

"I'm not sleeping on a couch, you asshole," Dallon said.

I sighed, because I knew now that there wasn't a way to get him out, and I didn't want to sleep on the couch, so sharing a bed was the best decision. But I made sure to stay as far away from Dallon as possible as I fell asleep, because I had the suspicion that he'd taken off his shirt after I heard something fall on the ground. And, dear Lord, I hoped with all of my heart that it was his shirt and not something else.

I knew he was at least decent enough to keep on his pants, though, so it was probably a shirt. Hopefully. Well, I mean, it didn't matter, because I was basically using a pillow as a barrier between us, as Dallon had originally suggested. So there was no way he was just gonna surprise-spoon me in the night.

I woke up to light pouring in from the small window facing the ocean, and also to the realization that, during the night, Dallon had stolen all of the pillow and blankets and made a little nest for himself. I could barely even see him through all the pillows and blankets he had.