Disclaimer: Nada . . .

Author's Note: Not exactly unconventional by any stretch but I needed a break from my heavier pieces so this is it . . . pure short fluffy goodness surrounding my favorite characters.

Author's Note II: This was inspired by Acepilot6's Random Bits of Silliness . . . thanks for unconsciously pushing me to my computer.

Warm Milk

"It was three a.m. and he couldn't sleep. And there's nothing worse than not sleeping at three in the morning. Anything up until two is okay. Two is early enough to still be 'up late'. But three is no good. Three is over the other side of night, and once you cross that threshold, sleep seems to decide to give up on you, leaving you a tired but awake young person with far too much time to think about the rather depressing state of the world."
-Acepilot6 "Random Bits of Silliness"

There's some thing to be said about being awake past three o'clock and that is, well . . . no one should be awake past three. Only three kinds of people were awake at such an hour, insomniacs, drunken college students and well, party people. Sadly, he mused, and he wasn't in either of those categories. Yet, in the darkness of his room, Tommy Pickles was wide awake and amusing himself with the little Ms. Pac-Man on his cell phone. He had hopes that in her greedy pursuit of the little balls and wiggly monsters, she would somehow put him to sleep.

That was 12 levels ago.

He resigned himself to the fact that Ms. Pac-Man was going to be keeping him company for another twelve rounds when he felt the phone vibrate in his grip.

"'Lo?"

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

Ms. Pac-Man forgotten at this point, Tommy turned to face the window. "I should be asking you the same question."

He saw her chuckle before he heard it. "But I asked you first."

"I can't sleep."

"Join the club."

"How have you been amusing yourself at this late hour?"

"Watching the I Love Lucy marathon. You?"

"Ms. Pac-Man."

"Is she helping?"

"Not at all."

Lil giggled. "Did you try warm milk?"

"I watched the last of the milk disappear into Dil's fifth bowl of Captain Crunch at midnight."

"Ouch." She paused. "Well, you're not missing much. I'm still awake."

They were staring at each other now and listening to each other breathe on the phone. "Well," Tommy began again without shifting his gaze. "At least you're not alone."

"Technically, I am."

"Phil is . . . "

"Visiting Angelica."

"I still can't get over that." Tommy replied shaking his head.

"Yeah, I know. I'm the one who found them."

Tommy laughed. "Do you want some company then?"

"Are you offering?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Would you accept?"

She smiled. "There's milk here."

"Then I'm on my way."

12:11pm

"Aw! Is this my payback for catching me with Angelica! I said I was sorry!" Phil stomped up the stairs and yelled. "Now I'm never going to look at the couch the same way ever again!"

Tommy and Lil looked at each other through half opened eyes and laughed. He stroked her back and closed his eyes. "You think he'll get over it?"

Lil snuggled further into the blanket and Tommy's embrace. "Eh, who cares? I still can't look at the backseat of his car the same way either."

"I heard that!"