You knew where you had to go. Your legs carried you up to flights of stairs. The blanket that you held flew around your shoulders. You just had to get to room 274. He'd help you out, you could count on that. Sure he had his ups and downs but he was affectionate towards you. And by affectionate you mean he wouldn't pass down an opportunity to beat the shit out of someone who dissed you.

You finally made it to the seventh floor and started to look down the hall, already out of breath. Lucky for you his room was right next to the stairwell. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door loudly, knowing that almost no one in the hall would wake from the sound. You heard someone tumble onto the ground with a thud before a pause. A couple of footsteps were heard before the door swung open.

Standing in the doorway was a very tired and pissed Al, with his famous baseball bat hanging on his shoulder. You would've been startled by the intimidating appearance, but you had been friends with him for what seemed like forever. Al only wore a pair of blood red boxers revealing his tattoos. You had always been slightly jealous of his tattoos since they were all pretty awesome.

"Hey Al," you said, your voice scratchy from running and crying.

Al's body relaxed as soon as he heard your voice. "Hey shortstack," he smiled at you. Al had given you the nickname shortstack because well, you were much shorter then he was. He occasionally called you dollface but he seemed to prefer shortstack. "Why the fuck are you waking me up at two in the morning?" Al leaned forward a little bit. His smile turned into a sneer but you knew he was just being playful.

You didn't realise how weird it would be to explain a nightmare to a normal person, let alone Al. He'd probably laugh at you and tease you. Then who'd come to your rescue? Matt? Oliver? You shook your head slightly before looking Al in the eyes. There was only way to do this.

"Okay this is going to sound pretty lame but I had a nightmare," you answered, your voice shook with nervousness.

"A nightmare? What was it about?" Al asked without a second thought.

You wanted to back out but you knew you couldn't. "Blood, screaming, more blood."

Al's laugh rung through the quiet night. "You do know that you hang out with, well me," Al snickered. "Why the fuck would you be scared of all that stuff? You must be shitting me."

You face grew hotter with embarrassment, maybe this was the wrong person to go to. "I'm not shitting you," you whispered as you turned around. "I'll just leave you to get back to sleep."

A hand grasped your shoulder and pulled you backwards into Al's bedroom. You could feel Al's hot breath tickle your neck. "Don't go leaving me now, shortstack," Al whispered. "You came here for a reason." Two arms wrapped around your waist. "So tell me. I promise I won't laugh again."

That was another thing with Al, he would be all angry and bloodthirsty one minute and caring and sweet the next. His mood swings were something to be seen.

"Well I was wondering if I could stay with you tonight," you sighed and turned around, escaping Al's grasp. "No flirting or anything like that either."

Al gave a small laugh before his grin melted into a soft smile. "Sure thing shortstack. But just to let you know if there's someone in my bed I tend to spoon them."

You shrugged. Spooning with Al wouldn't be the worst thing. Accepting his answer to your not so obvious question you walked over to the large messy bed and plopped in it, lying down in the covers. The light in the room suddenly disappeared as Al shut the door. There was a small thud on the ground before the bed groaned.

You felt two arms wrap around your waist again, pulling you closer to a hard and muscled surface. Al once again leaned his head against your neck, his lips lightly brushing your skin as you felt his cool breath fan on it. Your breathing synchronized with his slowing with each breath. And soon the two of you fell asleep.

"Time to wake up dollface," you heard Al purr into your ear as you slowly woke up.

"Huh?" You mumbled sheepishly as you turned around. Your nose prodded at Al's chest waking you up completely. "Oh, yeah I'm, I'm up." You yawned and separated yourself from the American.

"You know you have the sexiest sleepy voice I have ever heard," Al flirted, his face getting closer to yours.

You pushed his face away gently. "No flirting now please," you yawned. "Just woke up."

"Yeah I know," Al rolled his eyes. "Just take a fucking compliment."

"Uh huh," you mumbled unhurt by his words.

"So do you wanna get breakfast or something?" Al asked. "We can go see if there's some kind of vegan friendly dinner around here."

"Yeah," you agreed, nodding your head. "I think I saw one on the outskirts of town. I really could use a coffee."

"Well no shit," Al teased.

"How will we get there?" You asked. "Last I heard you smashed your car up last night because they were playing some sort of boy band countdown and that was the only station on."

"Yeah that did happen. Don't worry though I got a plan," Al answered getting up and stretching.

"And that is?" You asked, following Al. Your limbs ached from sleeping for so long.

Al turned and smirked at you, showing off his missing molar. "Well that's obvious isn't it?" His voice turned playful. "We're just going to have to borrow porkchop's ride."

(Would wrap his hands securely around the other person's waist and cradle his head into the person's neck)