AU: I'm a horrible procrastinator on everything but I've got you on speaker phone and you're yelling at me and motivating me to finish my project and somehow I finally finished at 3 am. Now we are so sleep deprived that we are starting to say things we wouldn't say if we weren't totally out of it...

Characters/Pairing: Stiles/Charlotte

"You've got this...all you've gotta do is write the final few pages on Hitler's economic policies in the 30s and then you're done!" Stiles voice called out enthusiastically from my phone which was on speaker sat atop a pile of papers and pens. There was highlighter everywhere, post-it notes, and a jumble of lined paper. My history project was due in tomorrow morning and I had been putting it off and putting it off for weeks. I was such a horrible procrastinator. Every little thing distracted me whether it was Dori and Lydia making those Godawful noises from next door or the way the light shined through my bedroom window...

"Stiiiiiiles...not helping...i'm just so bored!" I fell back against my covers, maybe I should have been sat at my desk, but then my computer would distract me...Goddamn it...why was Stiles always so cheery? This wasn't a game of monopoly or halo, this was serious business.

"Look you do this and I will not only turn up at your house with ice-cream tomorrow morning, but I will be your slave for the week...come on...you can do this.." I perked up at that...mmm, a slave for a whole week? To do my bidding? Maybe I could get him into a slave Leia costume as well. That would be a literal dream come true...pretty sure I dreamt that a few nights ago...oops...

"You promise? A whole week? Anything I want to do?" I rose my body onto my elbows and looked at the phone, I could almost picture the smug look on his face when he realises that he's found a way to motivate me. A yawn escaped me, God, what's the time? 1 am? Jesus... I really needed to get this done.

"Anything. I promise. Come on, Buster! You can do this!" I wonder how much adderall he'd had to keep him so energetic at this time of morning...a ridiculous amount most certainly or maybe he'd drunk all those energy drinks he'd bought the other day. Not that he really needed the additional energy, I was genuinely scared when I saw him carrying plastic bags full of them. I was pretty sure it'd end in a car wreck or in this case a Stiles crash and then him being late to school the next day when he wakes up at like 10:30 am.

"Yeah! I can totally do this!" And I genuinely felt motivated, of course that didn't seem to last very long. A total of 10 minutes of full on writing happened until I began to grow lax and Stiles began motivating me and promising my things over the phone. Even going as far as threatening to turn up and wake up my entire house at one point...

As the morning wore on we both sounded more and more tired. I felt like I was about to keel over...and by god I swear I just saw a dog in the corner of my room...turns out it was just a pile of dirty clothing that I hadn't gotten around to cleaning yet...Finally at 3 am somehow, after Stiles repeatedly promising my things and yelling at my I finally managed to finish my ruddy paper!

"Oh thank God...I thought it would never end!" His voice was heavy from the other end of the line as I tossed book after book, and paper after paper off of my bed. My bed looked so warm and tempting right now...

"You weren't the one bloody writing it" I feel back against my bed overs, pulling the phone up besides me onto the bedside table. It was so tempting to fall asleep, my eyes stung and I couldn't stop yawning!

"Hey...Lottie..." I found myself turning towards his voice, he sounded as tired as I felt. Like he couldn't quite get his words out-the way little kids are when they've been up for too long.

"Mmmm?" I mumbled lowly, not quite having the energy to actually speak. Oh my bed was so so warm and soft...shh Stiles...let me sleep...

"You're the best...you...you always smell like...like happy...and like you're just so freakin' awesome" I wasn't quite sure what happy smelled like, except that I smelled like happy...I wasnt quite with it either, but I was aware enough to feel flattered. I always felt flattered by Stiles though, he was too nice to me..

"Mmm? You're pretty...awesome...yourself, Batman..." I murmured into my pillow, I was torn between sleeping and talking.

"Ngnnh...Love you, Lottie" He made some indistinguishable noise of sleepiness, I could hear him flop down onto his bed, and his sheets rustling about.

"Love you, too, like marshmallow people on clouds" I don't know what I was saying, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't remember it either in the morning. I was at that state of sleep deprivation where nothing seems quite real enough and everything looks like something else.

I knew one thing though; I did love Stiles. He was one of my best friends. The absolute best and kindest person I knew. A complete idiot as well, but a lovable idiot nonetheless.

"Like Poison Ivy and plants and shit" He muttered incoherently.

"Like Scott and Allison"

"Eww, no we're...we're not tha' disgusting" He sounded utterly disgusted with my suggestion. Of course how could I be so silly, we weren't those two fawning birdies...or should I say puppies?

"Nggnh, you're right...'m so tired" I agreed with him, snuggling further into my covers. God, sleep would be so good right now!

"Then go to sleep..."

"Ugh! But I don't wanna! I wanna talk to you" and I did.

"Mmm, me too..."

We kept talking, mumbling incoherent things for god knows how long until we both drifted off...I'm not quite sure at what time.