Lonely

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It was late in the night. Zelk had been tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, when the door creaked open.
"Zelk?" It was Spifey. Zelk let out a groan from the light hitting his eyes, as well as trying to seem like he was just woken up.
"Spifey? What do you want?"
"It's been a lonely week, all by myself, in my room. Can I sleep in your room tonight?"
"No, you may not. I am not having you sleep on the floor," Zelk turned over, hoping that was the last of it.
"I could sleep in your bed," Spifey suggested.
"What?" Zelk shot up, his face burning. "Th-th-th-that's wrong! We- we can't sleep in the same bed," he stammered.
"It's only wrong if we make it," Spifey replied, closing Zelk's door as he walked in the room.
"You aren't giving up on this, are you?"
"Not a chance," Spifey said, climbing under the covers. His arms wrapped around Zelk, pulling the shorter boy into him.
"S-Spifey, you- you can't do that," Zelk whispered shyly.
"And why is that?"
"I- I don't have a shirt on."
"And?" Spifey asked, looking down at the boy in his arms. "I don't either. It's no big deal." Zelk didn't push it. Spifey was stubborn, and this was likely a hill he was willing to die on. He had to admit that Spifey's embrace was warm and sweet. He lay his head back into the taller's chest, able to finally fall asleep.

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