Apprehension

Weekend Blues

Waking up after a night of broken sleep was never easy. Never. Easy.

And yet, with your insides feeling half dead, and your eyes never more tired, you took your first glance around your room. At 8:00 in the morning. On a weekend.

Wow. Bravo.

You nearly groaned, but restrained yourself in favor of trying to bury yourself back under the blankets.

Which didn't really let you fall back asleep, but you could pretend all you wanted.

Honestly- no one could sleep right with that grating noise.

Wait.

Grating noise?

It took you a moment to even register what happened.

Your dying eyes peeled themselves open, and with a struggling push of your heavy blankets, you were peering off down the side of the bed.

At Creed. Who didn't have his sweatshirt on. Who also was clutching a box of lucky charms. Who also also- most concernedly, had pieces of metal all over his arms.

Or... they were his arms??

You stared disbelieving and pop eyed at his sleeping form. 

AbskJjj? What?  Does he have prosthetics???

His hands look super real though- so it has to be an arm brace of some sort.

But that didn't explain the wires in the joints of the metal, maybe it was to keep the braces on?

You swore up and down that he had arms- of course he had arms- at least- you thought he had arms? You can't remember seeing him without his hoodie on...

He stirred, grimacing and grabbing his lucky charms box closer to himself.

Why would he sleep in prosthetics? Better yet- why would he sleep in arm braces?

Unless he likes to sleep like that? Because if so, I guess everyone has personal preferences- it just looks a little irritating on the skin.

He stirred again- and you thought for sure he was about to wake up.

Only he didn't. He kept his lucky charms close, and his eyes closed.

You let out the breath you were holding in, sighing. He would think you were so weird if he caught you staring.

"I can feel your eyes on me." Was what jolted you up and into a sitting position.

Creed's eyes opened a moment later, a cocky smirk rising to his face as he dramatically posed on the floor, "You uh-" a quick wiggle of his eyebrows, "Like what you see?"

Your face all but combusted as you grabbed the closest thing to you and chucked it directly at that smarmy self loving bastard's face. Immediately after you cocooned yourself into your blankets.

"Ouch!" Was the only thing that told you your shot hit.

You laughed- smothering yourself into your blankets, and refusing to for any reason show yourself. You were embarrassed at how flustered you got at a joke like that- but having fun regardless.

Creed stepped onto your bed- barely concealing his laughter- and he poked you with his foot, "(Y/N)??? Did you diiie????"

You didn't reply- trying your best to stop giggling.

He kneeled down, instead poking you with his fingers, "Hmmm-" you finally settled your laughter- despite the pokes being ticklish.

"Guess she's dead." You could almost see Creed shrugging with his tone of voice.