(OLD-BEING REMADE)Dussic

.•* "Nightmares" *•.

.•* "Nightmares" *•.
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[No one's POV]
[Later that night]

Dust laid peacefully on the couch as he slept, with a blanket carefully placed on him. While Classic, on the other hand, laid uncomfortably on Dust's bed. He toss and turned but didn't seem to be comfortable no matter what, and whenever he was able to shut his eyes and go into the relief of sleep...it wasn't so relieving. He'd have nightmares, making him wake up in a cold sweet. He'd hug his knees and try to calm himself down, then go back to trying to sleep, knowing he needed the rest.

Classic sighed and moved on to his side, facing the empty side of the bed. Even if Fell was a dick, he missed having someone next to him.
'Dammit...'
He quietly thought and sat up, looking at the door of the room. Slowly, he shuffled out of bed and quietly made his way over. He opened the door and peered over the railing, seeing Dust sleeping peacefully on the couch. A soft smile appeared on Classic's tired face, watching Dust. Classic began carefully walking down the stairs to the living room, trying not to trigger the creak of the stairs. Once he was on carpet, he made his way to the kitchen to nuke a cup of-
"Mm..."
Dust softly groaned, shifting on the couch. Classic stopped in his tracks and looked over at the couch once more.

Dust pulled away from the relief of sleep, sensing another presence in the room. He sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly, looking around the room until he finally caught sight of a small figure of a skeleton,
"...Classic..? What are you doing up..?" He asked with a yawn.

Classic stared at Dust, the same tired soft smile appearing on his face, noticing how unintentionally cute Dust was being,
"Nothing, you can go back to sleep." He answered, "In that case, imma stay up." Dust smiled.
"What? N-no..." Classic gulped, "You said I can go back to sleep. You didn't say I had to, and neither do you. So why are you up..?" Dust asked, "I'm just going to nuke a cup of milk." Classic sighed, walking over to the couch, "Nuke a cup of milk? Are you having trouble sleeping?" Dust asked, "A little, I'm just too use to someone sleeping beside me." Classic shrugged, leaning in the couch. Dust nodded in response, "Oh yeah, heh, is that why you always–" "Don't you dare finish that sentence" Classic hissed, "Alright." Dust began to snicker. Whenever Classic slept over on the couch after denying the bed, he'd drowsily walk into Dust's room and shuffle on the empty side of the bed. The next morning he'd apologize profusely, claiming he had no memory of it.
Dust smiled, remembering the common event, "Well, lets get to nuking you a cup of milk. After, if your comfortable with it, I can sleep with you." Dust shrugged, then realized that a few of his words sounded wrong, "I...ye-yeah. That'd be nice." Classic stuttered for a moment, a blue blush dusting his cheeks.

[Dust's POV]
I got up and walked into the kitchen with Classic, I jumped up on a counter and sat down. Classic has shot me a small glare, I just chuckled in response and slid off. I settled on the floor and watched as Classic poured himself a glass of milk and put it in the microwave. We began to chat, I asked what his plans were now that he had left Fell and didn't have an official place to live.
"Well, I might move in with Papyrus again...but I know someone who'd I'd rather live with. They actually care about me, I feel truly loved whenever I'm around them. And damn are they stupid sometimes, if I move in with them maybe I'd keep them from making stupid bets again."
I grew interested as Classic spoke, "And who is this person you speak of?" I asked, then Classic began to laugh a bit, "Surprised you haven't figured out who it is, you know then pretty well," I tilted my head, in the back of my skull a voice told me that he was talking about me, but my dusty-ass being the one Classic wanted to live with? What a joke!
"Just telll meeee." I pouted.
The microwave beeped and Classic took out his now warm milk and placed it on the counter. He walked over to be and crouched down, "It's you, you idiot." He laughed and gave me a peck on my forehead. A blush dusted my face and I gulped, feeling like an idiot but an idiot filled with butterflies. Classic laughed a bit more before going back to his nuked milk. Classic drank his milk and was about to walk out of the kitchen when I stood up and followed him out of the kitchen, and up the stairs to my room. We walked into my room and I shut the door behind me, I walked over to my bed that Classic was settling into already. I smiled softly and walked to the empty side of the bed. I settled in next to Classic, who was blushing a bit. I chuckled, "Is this better than being lonely?" He only nodded in response and I held back the urge to wrap my arms around him. I watched as Classic shifted on to his side, his back facing me. I noticed that the only blanket on him was on his waist, the rest of his body was bare.
'Is he...trying to tell me something..?' I questioned and hesitantly shifted in to my side, facing his back, and wrapped my arm around his waist. In return he squeaked a bit, but no protest. I pulled him close to me and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I felt him relax and heard him softly whisper,
"Heh...goodnight you big goof."