Author's Note:
Greetings, everyone. I haven't posted anything in a long time but I have recently fallen in love with the movie Home. It is an adorable movie that gave me the urge to write again. Please enjoy this fanfic and leave feedback.
Tip was slumbering in her bed, dreaming of slushies and cats with curly tails, when she was woken up by a luminous pink filling the room.
Ah, what is that? I haven't had a nightlight since I was 8.
Her gaze swept over to the other twin bed in the room, where her best friend lay sleeping… and giving off a rather radiant shade of pink. The Boov were known for turning colors according to their emotions, which was extremely adorable to Tip. She could always tell when Oh was lying to her simply because he turns a lovely shade of green when telling lies, which never fails to remind her of Pinocchio.
She has seen him turn pink every now and then, mostly when they hug. Lately, he has been glowing pink more and more often, almost every time they make eye contact. Tip was pretty confident pink meant affection or love… but she didn't want to make any drastic conclusions. Can his species even feel love or attraction towards humans?
True, her affection has been growing for the cute little alien… but she has been trying to push it out of her mind. He wasn't even of her species… not even of her planet. The scary thing was, she didn't care about either of those things.
She rose out of bed tenderly and made her way to his bed. His pink glow was rather impressive, giving light to every corner of the room.
Gosh, he is so cute when he sleeps.
Her eyes scanned his adorable tendrils lying unfurled across the pillow. A sudden urge to twist them in her fingers bubbled up inside her. Oh's innocent face was relaxed in his peaceful sleep, he was clearly unaware she was watching him like a creep.
A sudden noise from Oh made her jump, suddenly afraid she had woken him. She relaxed and couldn't help but listen to his murmurs.
"Pig… pig. Tip…" His face broke into a smile and he cuddled closer into himself. "Tip…" He continued to glow a brighter pink.
She froze. He was saying her name in his sleep. A sudden feeling of joy erupted from inside her gut, which almost made her squeal with excitement. Instead, she bit down on her lip and stared at him with adoration.
Tip backed away silently before Oh realized she was standing over him. She climbed back into her own bed and tried to settle down. Oh said her name in his sleep… does this mean he dreams about her? Then again, he also said Pig, which is the name of her cat. She frowned as she recalled dreams and sleep talking simply being useless babble, usually inspired by events from the previous day.
She rolled over and silently willed herself to sleep, determined not to confuse herself any longer. She slowly drifted back into slumber, his pink glow still remaining behind her eyelids.