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Ashley Spinelli was one tough cookie. Sure, she was not the tall or physically the strongest in her circle of friends, but she never liked to feel that way. She despised being weak and she loathed having anything associated with weakness. Unfortunately, this included asking for help. It did not matter what the situation was or how badly she need a hand; asking for help was just not on Spinelli's radar. For Spinelli, asking for help, even from those closest to her, made her feel vulnerable, and she'd be damned if anyone thought for even a moment that she was just that.

However, tonight she found herself caught between a rock and a hard place. It was just after mid-night at the University of Arkansas co-ed dormitory. Most students were tucked away in their respective bedrooms for the night. A few may have been still up doing some last minute study for any major tests coming up. Spinelli knew that there were at least two residents who were still up, but for an entirely different reason.

"I guess that's just one of the downsides to living in a co-ed dormitory." She thought to herself as she made her way up the stairs of the building.

On the next floor up, the halls of the dormitory were empty and dark. Only a few security lights were illuminating the way. Spinelli trudged on, searching for the room that would be her refuge. She did her best to stay silent as she sneaked past the many other rooms down the hall. The last thing she wanted was to be caught wondering down the halls of the boys half of the dormitory in the middle of the night. She was not going to be given a reputation as the resident slut. She was, after all, the one that openly talked trash about those type of girls on a daily bases.

After what felt like hours to the spunky Italian female, she finally made it to her intended destination. After making her long trek up there, she still hesitated to take the next necessary step. She hated this. She couldn't stand it. But what other option did she have? She couldn't go back to her dorm and she was sure as heck not going to risk being caught sleeping on the couch in the common room. So that left only one other option. Slowly, she lifted up her fist and gave the door in front of her a gentle knock. She waited a moment, listening for the sound of feet moving or any sign of life, but none came. She let out a sigh, looked around to make sure the ghost was clear, then reached up and gave the door another knock, this time slightly louder than the first. All that followed was the sound of moan that was muffled by the door. She gave the door one more knock before she could hear the familiar sound of his voice.

"Just a second!" He said from the other side of the door, his voice sounding rough and tired. Spinelli waited patiently as she listened to the muffled sounds of him standing up off his spring mattress and the shuffling of his feet as he came up to the door. With the sound of a click, the door was pulled back revealing an average height, dirty-blonde haired young man dressed in nothing more than an old t-shirt and SpongeBob boxer shorts. Spinelli would have laughed at the sight of him if she were not already too embraced by the whole ordeal. He looked down at her with a surprised expression. He too noticed her own revealing sleeping attire and blushed.

"Uh, hey Spin! Um…what'cha doing up here?" He asked confused. After all, it was not every day his smoking hot girlfriend showed up at his doorstep wearing nothing more than a tank top, booty shorts, and fluffy bunny slippers. The girl fidgeted with the pillow and blank that she held against her in her arms. She had rehearsed what she was going to say a thousand times before coming up here, and yet in the moment, her mind went blank.

"I…um…" She stumbled out her words, unsure what to say. She watched as her boyfriend raised an eyebrow at her curiously. "My roommate's boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor." She finally blurted out. "Smooth one Spinelli." She thought to herself.

"You…you want to sleep in here, with me?" He asked. This time it was Spinelli's turn to blush.

"Don't make it sound weird, Teej. I just need a place to sleep. My roommate came back from her date drunk as a sailor and the two of them are getting it on in there, so I had to leave. Please, it's just for one night?"

It took a minute for T.J.'s tired mind to comprehend what his girlfriend had just relayed to him. After a moment though, it finally registered to him what was going on. "Of course you can, Spin." He said as he stepped aside and motioned for her to come in. "Please, come in."

Giving him a grateful smile, she entered his room. His room was the same set-up as her own, with two separate twin beds and a desk. The second bed was for his own roommate, who just so happened to be working a night shift, leaving the room all to T.J. for the night. T.J. shut the door closed behind her, and made his way over to his roommate's bed.

"If you want to Spin, you can sleep in Chuck's bed. He won't mind." He said as he started clearing up all of his roommate's junk that was left scattered on the bed. Spinelli considered it for a moment, but the sight of T.J. moving a molding slice of pizza from the bed quickly ended that idea.

"Um…thanks Teej, but I think I'd rather sleep on the floor." She told him as she began to make room for herself on the floor. T.J. stared at her as she moved the clothes that were scattered on the floor and then proceeded to lay her blanket down and crawl on top of it. "Uh…Spin?" He questioned.

"Yeah Teej?" She looked up at him, completely oblivious to the awkwardness of it all.

"Um…well…are you sure you want to sleep on the floor?" He pressed as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Well I am definitely not sleeping on that pigsty Chuck calls a bed. Does he really sleep in that mess?" She asked with disgust as she motioned to the spare bed.

T.J. laughed at her comment. "You know, now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever seen him sleep in it." They both shared a long laugh that helped break some of the awkwardness. Once they settled down, T.J. worked up enough courage to ask the elephant in the room. "Spin, why don't you just sleep with me?"

"Excuse me?" Spinelli looked at him sternly. T.J. gulped.

"Sorry, bad choice of words. I meant, why don't you just share my bed?" He rephrased.

"Really? You'd be okay with that?" She questioned him.

"Yeah of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I thought that would make this awkward." She admitted bashfully.

"Seriously, Spin? My girlfriend sleeping on my floor like a dog is awkward. Having my girlfriend sleep in my bed is every guys dream." T.J. explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Once again, that night, Spinelli blushed.

"Okay, but no funny business." She conceded as she stood up, grabbed her pillow and followed him onto the bed.

"You have my word." He promised has he excitedly slide into bed next her.

"Just sleeping?" She pressed as he pulled the covers over them.

"Just sleeping." He repeated as he reached over to his nightstand and turned off the lamb light.

*The next morning*

Chuck was just getting back from a long night of work when he opened the door to his dorm. He was looking forward to snoozing the day away while his roommate was off doing who knows what. That was one of the benefits of working at night. It meant having the whole room all to himself during the day. At least, that what he thought would happen. His hopes were crushed though when he walked into the room, only to find his roommate fast asleep with a girl wrapped in his arms. A very happy, very naked girl. Chuck sighed as he left the room and closed the door. "Guess I'm sleeping in the common room." He thought to himself as he made his way down the hall.