I woke up in a somewhat tight embrace with Peter, and upon looking at him, decided to take a picture of him. Pulling my phone out from my pocket, I opened the camera, snapped a picture and sent it to about everyone in my contacts.

After a few minutes, I started getting about the same replies of "Cute!" and one from his friend Leon that said, "Omg, isn't he in high school?" and decided on waking him up, since I didn't know how long I'd have to wait if I didn't. So I put my hands on his shoulders and shook him just a bit to wake him up barely, and leaned in close. When he opened his eyes, I smiled softly, before starting to violently shake him, screaming "WAKE UP! OH GODS, THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!"

"WaIT WHAT-" I watched as his eyes suddenly shot open, as he struggled to break free from my grip and get out of the blankets. He ended up almost faceplanting into his own dresser until he realised everything was fine. I watched on, laughing at the fact that he bought it, until I felt his fist hitting my chest, which caught me off guard more than it hurt. "You ass," he pouted, sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing his arms.

"Oh come on, I was just messing around." I sat up and got out of his bed, digging in my bag for my clothes. "Besides, you couldn't be mad at me, could you?" I asked, turning my head to face him and giving him the most suggestive look I could.

"Shut up, Ice baby."

"We agreed to not say that anymore!"

"Maybe my fingers were crossed then." He stuck his tongue out at me, and I pulled my jeans off before throwing them at his face. He let out a plaintive noise, and flung them back at me as I was getting the other pair I had brought on.

"I think Mikkel's gone, so I should get back before Lukas leaves for work. He'd appreciate me saying goodbye," I said to him. "Do you wanna come over? I don't think he'd mind."

"I'd love to, but I need to catch up on my homework."

I sighed, a bit disappointed, but understood. "Okay. If you change your mind, just call and I'll come pick you up." We said our goodbyes and parted ways, ready to spend the day watching TV and doing my own work.

Though that thought went to shit shortly after, because when I got back to my dorm Lukas was nowhere to be seen and there he was, lounging on the sofa, under the blanket he seemed to have gotten from my room, like it was his home. "Fucking hell," I muttered under my breath as he flashed me a smile, which seemed more to me like he was telling me to sit down next to him. I did just that, though hesitantly, and a bit warily.

"Where did you run off to last night? We never finished the movie." His statement was a bit sudden, and caught off guard, I turned away.

"I was at Peter's so I could sleep peacefully. What's it to you?" I hadn't meant for it to come out with such an attitude, and I was actually a bit happy with myself for it.

"Isn't he one of the guys who came over last week?"

"Yeah. The other was Leon." I leaned back in my spot, and I watched as he changed the input on the TV to AV. "Uh, don't you have papers to grade this weekend? You should do that soon," I said quickly, and he turned an uninterested glance my way.

"Don't you have a paper to write?"

"I got half of it done in two hours. I can finish it tomorrow."

"Okay then. I'll grade them after we watch the whole movie." I sighed, and he smirked as he pulled the blanket off of himself and got up to get whatever movie it was we were watching with my brother(I can't remember exactly what it was, considering I was thinking it would be me and my brother last night) and put it in the DVD player.

"Why do I have to watch it with you?" I snatched the blanket from its new spot on the ground, and wrapped it around myself protectively. I was always paranoid about others going into my room, especially Mikkel. I never liked how he would take my blanket from my room while Lukas was out and he stayed behind since they started dating. Oddly enough, though, I always slept better those nights.

"Your brother wants me to spend more time with you. He said if we hang out more, you might start to like me." He smiled, and even as he said that, I started to laugh, though it was rude.

"I highly doubt I can see you as anything other than my physics professor, Køhler," I told him, and he finally got the disc in and came back to sit down next to me again. "Besides, it's strange to be hanging out with someone like you outside of class, don't you think?" I held the blanket tighter around me, and I vaguely noticed his smile falter for a moment. I kept quiet from then on, and started to feel bad.

"Look, I know you're trying, but it's still weird." I glanced over at him, and looked away when I saw he was looking at me. "You come over all the goddamn time and it gets kinda annoying how you always want to talk to me and Lukas or something when I'm trying to do my work. And you're nothing like when you're teaching. You're too happy and excited and ready to do something all the time, and now I have two people other than my parents treating me like I'm a kid."

After a moment of silence that to me, dragged on forever, he smiled and before I knew it my blanket was pulled off me and he was covering himself with it. "Hey, I was using that!" I said, trying to take at least some of the blanket back from him and failing.

"Yeah, well I was using it first and you took it from me." He childishly stuck out his tongue and I felt my face heat up from embarrassment and anger.

"It was on the floor."

"Then if you want some of it back, you should come lie down with me on this side."

"What- No! I'm not doing that you idiot!" to prove my point, I curled myself up. "Now start the movie so I can get to my room sooner."

I saw him look at me a bit more intensely, before shrugging and pressing play on the menu. "Whatever floats your boat, kid."

Somewhere around the middle of the movie(which I had learned to be some stupid zombie movie from the 80's), I had surprisingly started getting scared, despite the special effects being shitty and the movie being predictable. I really didn't want to admit I was scared of this, so I started inching my way toward Mikkel every few minutes. This, however, was deemed unsuccessful after he had caught me shifting closer for the second time, and with what sounded like a sigh, he turned to glance at me.

I decided to try and get some of that blanket, because at this point just about anything was good enough to cling onto. Except him. So I reached over and grabbed an edge, before it was pulled away again.

"Nope, ya gotta come over here for it," he muttered, and I really didn't want to lie down on him for the blanket that he was probably going to take for the rest of the day when the movie was over.

I later changed my mind almost instantly when a really gory part came on, and I was next to him under the blanket before I could think. He laughed, and I wanted to get out when he did. How humiliating, getting scared over a cheesy horror movie like a five year old when I can get through others without so much as batting an eyelid.

After a few minutes of calming down with my face buried in the blanket, I felt one of his arms sliding behind my neck and resting on my shoulders, which I pushed away, and we watched the rest of the movie in silence until I fell asleep.