A/N: Just a drabble. This has happened to me before...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"Kevin, I need your help." Her one free hand had managed to push the speed dial on her pink cell phone. She stared at her other hand with disgust written across her features likes words in a book. "I know this sounds stupid, but I'm kind of tangled up right now."
She picked up the sound of him munching on chips on the other end of the line. The crunching, chomping noise stopped for a long moment and then he asked through a mouthful of food, "What are we talkin' about? Tangled up as in being held hostage or just stuck and need your big strong boyfriend to get you unstuck?" The cockiness in his voice was nearly palpable; he continued to munch coolly.
She heaved a heavy sigh and pulled the phone a little bit closer. She couldn't wrap her fingers around it right to hold it to her ear. Gwen was lucky she'd even been able to call the Osmosian. "Stuck, Kevin. I'm stuck, okay?" Pitiful. She was absolutely pitiful, sitting there tied up in her bedsheets for no other reason than a restless, sleepless night. And waking up after finally crashing only to discover it was noon on a Saturday and that she had subconsciously tied herself up was not a good way to start the day.
Although, the way the redhead saw it, she could've accidentally called her cousin rather than her boyfriend. Ben would have no mercy on her in a situation like this. No mercy. Kevin, the sweet, kind, loving boy he was, would care enough to make fun of her while she was still stuck, and then, after she threatened him, would help her.
She heard him smile. It was strange how she knew that. "Oh really, now? Stuck andfrustrated?" He gave a short laugh. "This is good as gold." His teeth crunched another chip. "Where are you?"
"In my room." Prisoner of accidentally self-inflicted suffering. Not to mention the fact that she was wearing tight, too small pajamas and couldn't fix her shirt without risking losing her phone. "Can you please not make a big deal about it? I'm just tangled up, and I need your help."
Once the laughing subsided (it took a few minutes), Kevin finally managed to ask in his raspy voice, "Do I want to know what happened?" He coughed for a second. "Because, really, this sounds incredibly intriguing. People don't usually get stuck in their bedroom." She heard him getting up off what she could safely assume was his couch and then the opening of the door. The jingling of keys found its way through the phone. "What happened, door jammed?" Then she heard him pause. "Darkstar didn't kidnap you or anythin', did he?" he asked, voice serious.
"Kevin, just get over here."
There was a delay. Then the Osmosian answered, "M'kay." It was a few seconds later that she heard the engine of his car rev up after listening to the car door slam. "Be there in a few." The line went dead.
Gwen laid back the best she could without feeling the sheets tug and tear at her ankles. Oh, when Kevin came in, he would just laugh… Better than Ben, that was her logic. And she closed her eyes and waited for the torture to begin.
Waking up and looking at her clock, she saw the red letters screaming that it was nearly two in the afternoon. Her mind jolted awake, and she bolted upright. The sheets, still tied around her ankles and her hands wrapped up in all the fabric, made her cringe at the pain. She'd lost feeling in one of her hands.
Where was Kevin?
The redhead's mind warped back to when she'd called him. A few minutes had spiraled into hours apparently.
She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and tried to focus on the real world again. When she got her hands on her boyfriend, he would-
"Hey, you're awake." He sat up in the bed beside her. One calloused hand ran through his black hair while his other hand pressed into the small of her back. A guilty smile spread across his face. "I got here, like, forever ago, but you were asleep and I didn't wanna wake you up, so I came in here. Sorry for being… awkward." He got up and crawled off the bed very quickly, nervously running a hand through his hair some more.
Gwen was trying to comprehend the whole situation. "You didn't laugh at me?"
"I'm trying to figure out why you're stuck," he said, throwing his hands up in the air. Surrender. "The door was unlocked, the window wasn't jammed, and no one was in the house. So… yeah, no clue what the problem is."
She shifted uncomfortably, trying to feel her hand again. She was so tired, and then she had the issue of trying to pull herself out of the tangled situation. "I'm kind of tied up."
One of his brows raised.
"My sheets kind of… got tangled up. And… I can't get unstuck because my hands are stuck." She looked at him. Red was spreading across his face; she couldn't tell if he was going to laugh or was just embarrassed. "Can I get some help?"
His reaction was delayed. "Um, uh-huh, yeah, sure." He moved forward and began to unwrap her hands from their fabric bonds. "Just out of curiosity, how did you do that?" And a smile was pressed to his lips.
The second her hands were free, she was whacking him. "I sleep weird! Shut up!" That, and it was vengeance for him staring down her already low shirt while getting her untangled.
A/N: Ah, review?
~Sky
