A/N A shorter chapter today… once again, everything in this chapter is purely innocent.
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"Hi," Hunk whispered, drawing a sleepy grin to Dorothy's face.
"Hi," she replied, pushing the window out further, then stepping aside so that Hunk could hoist himself up, his lanky form perched precariously on the window sill, one long leg on either side.
"I… had a nightmare," Hunk admitted bashfully, biting his lip nervously, "so I decided to come to you."
Dorothy nodded sympathetically, tugging on his arm to show him that she allowed him to come all the way into her room. As Hunk swung his other leg over the sill and into the room, his eyes darted from wall to wall, his eyes absorbing everything about this tiny, exclusive part of Dorothy's life.
Hunk stood awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as Dorothy drifted silently toward her blanket-strewn bed, unsure as to whether or not he should follow her or not. She collapsed onto the mattress, then twisted around to face Hunk. "C'mon, silly," she slurred tiredly, patting the spot next to her. He took a deep breath, crossed the room in two long strides, and deposited himself directly next to Dorothy on her squeaky mattress, kicking off his shoes in the process. Reaching down to the foot of the bed, Hunk pulled one of the worn, gray blankets over the two of them, then turned to meet Dorothy's expectant gaze.
"Well?" she murmured in anticipation.
"I just… had a bad dream," Hunk frowned.
"You know you're my best friend, right, Hunk?" Dorothy began, pulling him into a tight embrace. "And you can tell me absolutely anything."
"And I do." Hunk rested his chin on Dorothy's head. "Just… I'm not sure about this one."
He felt Dorothy's lips brush his neck as she spoke, sending a tingle up his spine.
"Well, I'll be here for you, if you want to talk."
Hunk remained silent, because how could he tell Dorothy that his nightmare had been about her, marrying someone else? Not exactly the most masculine horror story ever told, but definitely the greatest threat to Hunk. After all, Dorothy was the most gorgeous person he'd ever met. What man wouldn't see that? He fell asleep in agitation, fearing that the beautiful girl in his arms would one day belong to someone else.
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Just outside the partially open door of Dorothy's tiny room, a tight-lipped Aunt Em happened by, on her trek to the kitchen to prepare a quick midnight snack. Her gaze fell upon Dorothy's bed by chance, and her jaw dropped open, her eyes bulging with disbelief and anger. What a scandal, her perfectly good niece asleep beside that lowly, disgusting, entirely unworthy farmhand. She wouldn't have it. Spluttering indignantly, Emily marched furiously toward the kitchen, a plan beginning to brew in the corners of her mind.