Well, its four AM, I'm tired, I'm watching Harry Potter, and I felt like writing something about my second OTP. So even though this is super small and nothing exactly happens, I'm just happy to be adding a bit of PruMon to this website.

Natalie yawned and blinked sleep out of her eyes. She shifted around a bit and snuggled closer to Gilbert as the memories of the previous night began to creep back into her mind. For a moment she wondered if it had all been a dream, but after lazily peeking under the covers, the fact that she was laying in bed with him, wasn't wearing a bra, and Gilbert was practically hanging out of his underwear, the reality of the moment set in.

Natalie couldn't help the smile that twitched onto her lips, and she rested her arm over Gilbert's side. For some reason she felt like she was supposed to feel guilty or something. That she was automatically supposed to regret what had happened the night before, because that's what everyone said that teenage girls were supposed to feel after this, right?

But Natalie honestly couldn't help but feel anything but giddiness. She was snuggled in bed next to Gilbert Beilschmidt, and forgetting all of his irritating qualities, he was one of the sweetest and most caring people she knew. And not to mention the fact that he was one of her best friends, too. After the way he had treated her so gently and respectfully last night, what was there to regret?

Craning her neck over Gilbert to look at the little alarm clock on his night stand, she saw that it was only about seven in the morning. She wasn't exactly sure what had woken her up, and she was still tired. Settling back down against the warmth of Gilbert's body, she hugged him tighter.

Natalie felt her heart speed up at the feeling of their bare chests touching. But she couldn't help but feel that this was how it was supposed to be. Laying in bed next to Gilbert, watching as his lip twitched with every breath he took, and feeling his chest rise and fall in rhythm against her own. It just felt so comfortable.

Deciding to try and go back to sleep, Natalie closed her eyes and rested her head against Gilbert's shoulder. She gave a small smile and watched through heavy lidded eyes as he slept. He was so warm and innocent in his sleep, and she really couldn't help but think just one thing.

God, I am so in love with him.