The sound of loud buzzing drew Craig out of a sound sleep, and it took him a few moments to realize that the sound came from his cell phone which sat on the nightstand. The clock read just a few minutes after three. Prying open his eyes, Craig grumbled and pulled his phone off the table, fumbling for the 'unlock' button. Who the hell was texting him this late? Blearily he glanced at the too-bright screen and immediately groaned.

Wheatley, that's who would be texting him at three in the morning.

Pressing the app for his messages, Craig squinted and read the small text.

'Oh god I just had this amazing dream, Craig'

With another, louder grumble, he tapped at the screen, hard enough to cause little ripples in the screen.

'Good for you.' he send as he slammed his phone on the space in the bed next to him, and buried his face in the pillow, hoping Wheatley would get it that Craig did not want to discuss one of his probably moronic dre-

His phone vibrated again, and Craig snatched it up, gripping it hard enough to hear a small crack of plastic. "What?" he cried.

'I was at work and I was filling out some stupid report and then you came along and "distracted" me heh heh'

Craig raised an eyebrow and grimaced. He did not like where this was going.

'And then you pulled my chair back and got between my knees and sorta fumbled with my zipper with this "can I?" look on your face c;'

The blond shuddered and made a little noise of disgust.

'Never.' Craig typed, hoping that might shut him up.

Less than a moment later, Wheatley's reply popped up. 'Ohh oh and may I say that my dream version of you has an amazing mouth, I'd love to see if that goes for the real Craig as well 333'

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Craig typed back, 'Go to bed, Wheatley.'

'Well you see it's kinda... HARD for me to go back to bed now hahaha'

He could just hear the annoying laughter in his head as he read the text.

'Now I know its kinda late but would you perhaps be interested in coming over for some tea or coffee, seeing as how we're both up now?'

Craig tapped furiously at the screen, typing out, 'I swear to God Wheatley if you ever wake me up this late again I will make sure you have nothing but NIGHTMARES for the rest of your life.'

With a growl Craig pulled the back case off his phone and ripped the battery out. He slammed it on the nightstand, hearing another crack of plastic but not caring enough to check. Pulling the covers back up, he turned over and made a mental note to call his phone company tomorrow and have Wheatley's number blocked.