Y/n's P.O.V.
As I opened the door to my bedroom, I saw Joey cuddling up to my blankets. He quickly hid under the blankets, and shut his eyes tightly, trying to hold his loud laughs in his mouth.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, slightly giggling. I stared as he just pretended to be asleep. I shook him. "I know you're awake, Joseph Birlem."
After trying to get his attention, I started to make my way over to the bed, and started to jump on it. Instead of answering, Joey just turned the opposite way, and faced the wall.
"Joey," I paused, "why aren't you at your own house sleeping?"
Joey's lips curled, and his laughter busted out of his mouth. "Cause I need to cuddle with you," he answered, opening his arms for me to lay in.
I sighed, and jumped into his arms, letting his grasp get tighter around my waist.
