Tired of Dreaming (Original Roommates Revision)

New Sleepover

"Well, let's get 'em," Nicolas says, approaching the tree.

Before he can begin climbing, Clair and Cassidy run out the backdoor. "STOP!" Clair yells. Everyone freezes.

I sigh. Thank god.

"How about we all hang out together!" Cassidy says, making a heart with her hands.

"Ugh," Sam groans, wiggling his arms.

"We'll share the pizza and watch movies and eat ice cream and yeah!" Clair says. "C'mon it'll be fun!"

"Sure," I say, jumping down. Half of the people there jump. Ha, get shook. Alanna jumps down after me.

"Sounds good to me," she says, grinning.

Everything did work out in her favor, didn't it.

We all head in and sit down on the couch or floor. Instead of watching an actual movie, Cooper, Clair, and I play Overwatch, and everyone else shares jokes and stories, or watches us play.

"God dang Mercy main," Nicolas says.

"WANT TO SAY THAT TO MY FACE!" I yell, after having maybe a few drinks. I think most of us are kind of drunk.

"YEAH. YOU'RE A MERCY MAIN AND SOMBRA MAIN. THAT MAKES YOU TRASH."

"YOU WANT TO GO?!" I scream. Inside I'm a mix of giggling like a fool, and beating the crap out of him. I don't even care that he's a hockey player. If he wants to throw down, I will tussle with him any time.

"YEAH. FIGHT ME-" he cusses at me. OH NO SHE DIDN'T. HE DID NOT JUST CALL ME A 'MITCH WITH A B'.

I tackle him to the floor. I fake punch him in the chest and in the face.

"YAS! BEAT HIM!" Sam screams, then hiccups.

I take another drink, and straddle Nicolas's chest, rappidly hitting him. He pretends to be in pain. I look up. Clair and Cassidy are laughing, Alanna and Logan are giving us disaproving looks, and Cooper has his arms crossed, and looks like a small, upset dog.

Nicolas flips us over and lays between my legs, pretending to beat me up. I laugh and pretend punch him back. "Ok, that's enough," Cooper says, standing, looking cross.

"Yeah," Alanna agrees. Both of them pull him off, and pull me to my feet.

"Fine," I pout, and continue watching Clair play Overwatch. Cooper sits down next to me, and looks annoyed. "Are you jelly," I say, giggling.

"No," he says, blushing.

"Aw, little Coopew is blushing," I say, squishing his cheeks, sitting on him.

"I'm not jealous," he says quietly. Everyone else is in the dining room getting ice cream, so it's just Cooper and I.

I kiss his cheek. "Aw, the bean is jealous." What am I doing? I'm not usually like this. He's so adorable right now, and he's a lot hotter than when we were young. Wait- did I just call him hot? What am I doing? His face is redder.

"Let's get ice cream," he says.

I cling to him, unaware of what I'm doing. "I don't want to go..." I fling my arms around is neck and cling to him.

"Fine then," he says, and stands up, me still wrapped around him. He puts his hands under my thighs to hold me up. "You want down n-"

He's interrupted by Clair butting in. "Hey, get ice cream soo-" she falls short, when she sees us. He drops my legs, and I release my hold from around his neck, so we're both just standing. Clair sighs. "Just come get ice cream."

I get a bowl of ice cream, and we go and watch the new Spiderman Homecoming movie that the boys brought over. What was I doing? Clair and Cooper keep looking at me. What did I do? Oh I embaressed myself so bad.

I gobble down my ice cream quickly, put my bowl in the dishwasher, and head up to bed before everyone else, with just a quiet "goodnight."

I change into PJs without bothering to shower, and just lay in bed and cry. What's wrong with me?