Just One Time :: Lloyd X Reader

《Chapter 18》

I'm having writers block, so have this extremely rushed chapter.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, prying me from my sleep. I was warm. I didn't want to get up.

I groaned in protest, turning onto my side, only to roll into something solid and warm. That wasn't even the most concerning part - the most concerning part was that it groaned back at me.

My eyes shot open in panic, and I stared at the side profile of a sleeping Lloyd.

Oh. It's Lloyd. He's sleeping. Lloyd is sleeping. In my room. On my bed. With me... oh... oh...!

I shuffled back, eyes growing wider by the second. I looked at my bedside clock.

Thank the almighty Lord that it's only 6:00AM.

I pushed the sleeping blonde's shoulder in a pathetic attempt at waking him up. I failed.

"Lloyd." I whisper-yelled. No response.

I poked his cheek. "Lloyd Garmadon." Still no response.

I poked his cheek harder, jabbing my finger into the soft flesh. "Lloyd Garmadon!"

He rolled towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my stomach.

Oh...

I panicked, feeling my face heat up. One of my hands instinctively went to his head, running my fingers through his hair. I shook his shoulder. "Llllooooyyyyyydddddd."

He grumbled again, so, as a last resort, I licked my finger and stuck it in his ear.

Immediately, he shot upright, hands curled into fists in front of him in a defensive stance as he fell over the side of my bed, hitting the floor with a loud thump. I snorted, amused.

"Shhh." I scolded. "S/N and Dad will hear you!"

His head appeared, popping up abruptly, revealing a pouty frown. "Don't you shush me." He responded. "How could you betray me like that?"

I snorted again. "Betray you? I couldn't wake you up otherwise!"

He climbed back onto the bed, dropping onto his stomach. "It is the highest act of betrayal. I demand breakfast as repentance for your sin."

"Yea right." I scoffed, poking him so he wouldn't fall asleep again. "You need to leave before my Dad finds out your here."

He batted my hand away, grumbling.

God, his morning voice.

"I will, just a few more minutes." He complained, turning his head away from me.

"Uh-uh, go now, before your family finds out your missing."

He let out an exasperated sigh, sitting up with his eyes still closed and rubbing the back of his head. "Fine."

"Good boy."

He staggered tiredly over to the window, pulling it up. "Bye, lo-" he paused, freezing. "Bye! Byebyebyebyebyebyebye." He quickly jumped onto the sill, turning back to look at me over his shoulder. He looked flustered, a blush growing on his cheeks. "I'll see you later." He squeaked.