A/N: Hi! I usually don't write any fics in first person, so please bear with me! I mean, the rest of the chapters are in third person, but this one is, like I said, first person. Enjoy the fic! Oh, and Derek and Danny are still friends in this fic, because I felt like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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If I had known we were all just going to crash here, I never would have come. But now everyone else-Peter, Derek, Danny, and Sav-is sleeping. But I can't.

Something you should know about me is that I have severe insomnia. I sleep for an hour and wake up, then fall asleep again and repeat the cycle. That is, once I actually fall asleep to begin with.

So I'm sitting here while everyone else sleeps. Derek, Danny, and Sav are on the floor. And, just my luck, Peter ended up crashing on the couch. Right next to me.

Fuck.

And I have nothing else to do but watch the boy I have a creepy crush on sleep.

Wonderful.

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2 A.M.

The first thing I noticed about Peter when he sleeps is that he breathes really deeply. Not snoring, but just insanely deep breaths. It sounds a lot like heavy sighing. But not snoring. Derek and Danny are already winning the synchronized snoring award. I fall asleep to the slow rise and fall of Peter's chest.

3 A.M.

Waking up, once again, I note a stinging pain in my ribs. Apparently, Peter kicks in his sleep. Hard. And since I'm lying one way and he's laying the other way, my ribs are right in the way of his feet. Ow. I have a pretty high pain tolerance, but this is repeated, bruising force kicks. What is he, a freaking ninja or something?

4 A.M.

Somehow I managed to fall asleep again, for about ten minutes. But a lot can happen in ten minutes.

Peter moves in his sleep.

So now, he's still on the inside of the couch, kinda curled up so his back is facing the couch and I can see the back of his head. And he's laying the same way as me, looking very comfortable. I'd like to think it's because I'm there, but my mind drifts back to the kiss all those weeks ago and I remember just how much it hurts that he'll never like me back.

5 A.M.

Peter talks in his sleep.

At first it was just a little inaudible murmuring. And then once I was able to hear what he was saying, I notice something very odd: he's speaking Russian. How the hell does he know Russian? I know it's Russian because I was bored one day and read a couple of phrases out of a Russian dictionary. I'm not completely stupid. So more murmuring and then, out of the blue, he says "Riley."

Wait, what?

At first I think he's woken up and I panic. But then I see him roll over and mumble my name again, with a contented sigh and burrow his face unconsciously into my arm.

I'm confused for a bit, wondering why my name would suddenly randomly pop up in Peter's inner monologue. But then I realize; Peter was dreaming about me.

All I know is I can't wait until he wakes up.

A/N: So there was the prologue of sorts! Please review!