"Where are you going?" He repeats but quieter. "I don't wanna sleep in that bed tonight." "But I killed the spider." "It could've laid tiny spider babies." I say, in a 'duh' tone. "Fine, I'm going back to bed." He says. I make my way down the stairs and into the living room. I reach the couch and find a blanket and lay down, getting comfortable. Right as I close my eyes, I hear someone making their way down the stairs and into the living room. "Scooch over." He says and I do. "I thought you wanted to sleep in your bed tonight," I say in an annoyed tone. "I don't care where I sleep as long as beside you." (NOT A GREYS ANATOMY FANFICTION. I'VE NEVER EVEN SEEN THE SHOW THIS IS A COINCIDENCE!!)