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Tony slid into the small house as quietly as he had slipped out. He knew Paige and their 3 roommates were asleep at the time, even though she slept in her art/bedroom most evenings. He crept to his bedroom and collapsed on the mattress, dragging himself under the wool sheets.
The heat blew on him, the mushiness of the mattress taking its toll. Soon, he was asleep with his work clothes still on; something he'd never usually do.
The light across the hall grew faint as the girl switched from her lamp to a candle. She slumped into her indoor hammock, lazily tossing her blankets over her. She kept tossing and turning, but nothing seemed to feel comfortable! Frustrated with it, her movements became more violent as the blanket continued to strangle her in it's trap.
Crash! Ker-bing!
She rolled across the floor, breaking free of the thing. Water tainted with paint trickling on the floor. Paintbrushes scattered everywhere, paint bottles' contents squeezed on the floor and her person. The door flung open, lights screaming, the boy she admired seeing the dirty sight. Oh she knew how he loathed her getting anything dirty, but with the room a mess, she knew he'd make her spend as much time as possible cleaning it up!
His eyes dulled with frustration as he aggressively rubbed them. His free fist clenched, and she was pretty sure he was grinding his teeth behind those chompers of his.
Her expression worsened as her tired face transformed to worry, then fear the longer the silence pursued. She sobbed, "I'm sorry, I couldn't get comfortable and I was thrashing around in my sheets then the crash and the-the mess and then you came and- I'm just really sorry! I'll clean it up the first thing tomorrow, or right now even! Do you want me to clean it now?"
He continued his glaring, his furious expression slowly degrading to nothing more than annoyance. He folded his arms, contemplating her punishment.
"You're forgiven." He commented finally, "As for the current circumstances, you will clean up this mess tomorrow. However, you do need a place to rest for the next few hours, so I have nothing else to offer but my bed...Unfortunately."
She could guess by his voice lowering that he didn't want to give her the option to sleep in the same bed as him. He believed it was wrong for friends to share the same bed. She, however, believed the opposing argument. His heels turned away from her, making the short walk back to the bedroom. She quickly jumped up and tried to catch up.
The white door creaked open, revealing a slice of his room. The floor seemed to be spotless-as to be expected from Tony. In fact, the cleanliness just felt so strange to her, she almost thought he did it on purpose for a moment!
He slid off the cotton shirt and climbed under the sheets, making sure she wasn't looking. She almost got in, until he started screaming that blasted screech of his. She slapped his cheek as one would with a normal alarm clock, and instantly he silenced himself. She asked, "What's wrong now?"
He snarled, "You're not getting into my bed wearing those."
"Then what the hell am I supposed to wear?"
His glowing red eyes gestured to the closet with a quick glance there then back to her. He added, "It's on the far right."
She snorted, "Why do you have women clothes? Do you do what I think you do?"
"No! Of course not, why would I of all people?! You know how I am with that sort of thing, your lucky to have gotten this far."
"Lucky to spend the next few hours sleeping next to mount screamer? Yeah, like that's something I wanna do."
He made a face at her and turned to his other side, facing the wall. At least now, he couldn't be annoyed by that face of her's...If only he could do that about her voice. Then he'd be getting some genuine, undisturbed sleep and a break from her wall-banging, profane music.
He felt his back dunk into the side of the bed, the bed poking him. He turned his head, mumbling, "Don't bounce on my bed, paper."
"I have a name you know!"
"Oh right, what was it... Marie? Lucy? Betty...?"
"No, no and no. It's Sketch, however I prefer to go by Paige~."
"Mm? Why is that?"
She tossed the blankets back on her. She honestly didn't feel he was ready for the bombshell yet, but at the same time he'd pester her until she gave up or the time came around about it. She lunged herself to roll over, finding he was already looking at her. She smiled, "Because I wanna called that."
"Any other preferred, as you people call them, nicknames?"
She giggled, "Honey because I love you."
He gave her a disturbed look before she rolled back on her side. He almost spoke, but his train of thought was interrupted by the sound of her aggressive snoring. He shook his head and rolled back to his original spot, murmuring, "Love you too, dear."
The girl smiled, "Does this mean we can date?"
He hissed, "No!"
Realizing he rejected a girl he just told he loves, he corrected himself, "W-Well...I don't know, we'll see. We'll discuss the matter further in the morning."
"But I wanna talk about it now...!"
"I said we'll discuss it in the morning and you can wait to discuss it!"
He buried his face in his pillow.
Way to persuade her that you'll be nice, idiot.
He turned over again, cautiously touching her hair. She hated to admit it to him right then, but playing with her hair was one of the best ways he could calm her down. He tried to carefully scoot closer, but made the bed shake. He braided her hair and looked around for something to hold it with. Noticing a hairtie in arm's reach, he grabbed it and tied it off, tucking it between her neck and pillow. He pulled away as soon as she twitched.
He flopped back to his side of the bed. He murmured in as quiet a voice as he could muster, "Sorry."
His eyes were forced shut. He fell asleep as soon as her eyes propped open. Smiling, she replied, "You're forgiven, dear. We'll discuss it tomorrow."
She grabbed one of the bowties on the stand and wrapped it around her braid. Gently resting her head back down, she too went into a slumber.