A/N: Kind of a call-back to Video Games and Candy Kisses, which I wrote almost a year and a half ago.
Apple stormed into her dorm with her thoughts in a whirlwind, muttering chemistry equations to herself. She dropped her textbooks at her desk, immediately spreading them over the surface and then riffling through drawers for a pencil and notecards. When she couldn't find the color-coded cards, she groaned aloud and tapped her chin thoughtfully. Suddenly, she bounced on her toes, remembering she left them on her nightstand when studying the night before.
Apple crossed the room to her nightstand, repeating equations all the way so not to forget them, so preoccupied that it took her a few beats to notice the room was too dark to even see the nightstand. Feeling her bedside lamp for the switch, she flicked the light on and was delighted to find a neat stack of pink and yellow notecards sitting there.
"There you are," she mumbled, a smile bright on her face, and turned around to someone on her bed.
Apple squeaked, the notecards popping out of her hold and raining down around her when squeezed too hard. She took a step back and then blinked once, twice at the strange sight in front of her.
"Raven?" Apple questioned the moping girl, who was currently sprawled on her stomach in a hoodie and plaid pajama bottoms. Only her violet eyes, dark and brooding, glanced up at Apple from a mound of down blankets.
It took Apple a moment to realize why Raven was there, sounds of Wicked Wonderland, Raven's favorite video game series, playing quietly in the background. Apple looked to her plasma TV, her eyes following the long controller cord to Raven's hands, which hung limply over the bottom of Apple's bed.
"Raven, what are you doing? It's the middle of the day! You're supposed to be in class."
Raven continued to stare, only moving enough so that she could pull a second controller from her other side and slide it towards Apple.
Apple sputtered. "No, okay? No. You can't do this every time you're in a bad mood. Think of your grades, Raven!"
Raven's only response was to nudge the controller a little further.
Apple stood, her arms firmly crossed over her chest, until Raven started to make a familiar sound caught between a whine and a whimper. However she did it, it was darn adorable, and she knew it too.
"Raven," Apple chastised, stiff-lipped, only to be interrupted with a whine. "Raven," she tried again, weaker.
Raven blinked at her, innocently whining.
"Okay, fine!"
Apple settled onto the bed next to Raven and was immediately met with a head to her shoulder, Raven's way of saying thank you. Apple shook her head at her ability to be so easily convinced, but hey, that was what she got for having a girlfriend as cute as hers, she thought, brushing a quick kiss over Raven's forehead. The dark-haired girl whined softly in reply.