Yonder: being the more distant or farther

Lightning grew used to seeing people pop up in her home. Everyone always appeared when they needed a break from life or with the people they were living with. And often, when they were having problems they slept over. At first it bugged her. The only one she was truly willing to share her home to were Serah and Hope; Snow she had tolerate.

But it was happening enough that it hardly ever surprised her to see one of her friends and family hanging around or sleeping in one of her two guest bedrooms.

It only irked her when she found them in her bed.

Currently, one of the four new additions to their group was curled up in her bed like it was the most natural thing the world.

Which couldn't be any farther from the truth.

With her hands on her hips, a dark scowl on her face, and an infamous glare that could make Snow flinch; Lightning growled down at the messy tuff of blonde hair peeking out from the sheets. "Out," she hissed.

The only reply she got was a groan before the sheets were pulled closer, the bed intruder trying to slip even deeper into her comforter. Lightning wasn't going to have any of that though. "Prompto," she urged persistently, tugging the sheet back mindful not to tug in case they ripped. They both could have a strong grip when they wanted too.

Finally, a single violet eye peeked up at her, blinking sleepily.

Seeing her chance, Lightning quickly said, "Out of my bed."

That must have been the wrong thing to say it seems. He gave a grumbling growl and pulled the covers back over him. Lightning twitched.

"If you want to sleep, go to the guest bedroom," she went on. She was not giving up her bed to him. Not when there were spare rooms that he could use. This was the master bedroom. This was her parents' room. Only she and Serah should have the right to sleep in this room.

A fact this blonde didn't want to acknowledge. Lightning huffed, leaning towards kicking him till he crawled out or she booted him out of the bed, but that would mean getting dirt all over her bed since she hadn't had a chance to change yet.

Muttering darkly to herself, Lightning turned away. She'll change then haul him out.

No sooner had she thought of that did a hand quickly grab her wrist, tugging her back. Glaring back at him, she quickly went stiff at the look he was giving her. A look know one else should know. A look only Serah should know.

Lightning cursed herself for never considering the possibility that her sister might pass on the ancient and sacred art of Farron puppy eyes to anyone else. "Please Light," he uttered, looking up at her with big purple eyes. Lightning tried resist, she tried looking away; but it was no use. Her resolve was breaking under that heart broken gaze.

"Ignis kicked me out and I have no where else to go," he went on.

She cracking even more. Damn him.

"And I have been under the weather..."

Seriously?! He was sick too?!

"But I guess I could go if you really want me gone..."

"Fine," she growled, tugging her arm out of his grasp, glaring at the wall while he smirked triumphantly, or as triumphantly as a sleepy person could. She rounded on him, her eyes narrowing at that cocky smile. "Don't get used to it," she warned him, "I can still kick you out."

"Love you too," he eased, setting back into her bed, but to her aggravation.

Running a hand over her face and sighing, Lightning turned away, intent on changing out of her uniform and into something homier.

"Hey Light."

Dreading, she paused at the door, turning slowly and peering at him.

"You're bed smells nice."

Loudly, she slammed the door to her room.

almost done with this ;3

and i'm almost cured of my writers block, just spent the whole day doing nothing but reading; it was refreshing.