AN: So I don't know if people actually like this 'cause I haven't had no reviews but there's a fair amount of views, favourites and followers so I'm guessing some people want this to continue! Even if you don't, it's fun, so I'm going to continue anyway. Lots of cute Sockathan in this chapter! Enjoy!
~AP
Sock phased through the door and placed his feet on the ground at the bottom of Jonathan's bed, wondering if this was a good idea. Jon mumbled in his sleep and turned over. The other boy couldn't help but smile lovingly. The teen was adorable when he slept-
Get a grip, Sowachowski.
Jon suddenly sat up, eyes wide open, covered in very obvious cold sweat. "S-sock? Is that you?"
"Yeah...Sorry." Jonathan leaned back and sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"What's up?" He asked, calmer now. Sock looked at the floor.
"I-I, um, I had a nightmare...And I just came in to check if you were alright and uh...I don't...want to be alone." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. That sounded much stupider than it sounded in his head. Jonathan looked at him, head cocked to the side, and then sighed. He nudged over, pulled up the duvet and patted the spot beside him. Sock awkardly scrambled and sat on the bed. Jonathan sighed and tugged the demon's hat off. "You'll die of heat with that thing on." Sock braced himself for the laughter at his gravity-defying hair, but it never came. All that did was a gentle push until he was lying on the mattress. Jon then sighed, turned around, and tried to sleep as the demon wriggled around, trying to get comfortable. After about an hour, Jonathan had fallen asleep and Sock was facing away from the teen's back, curled up at the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. Suddenly he felt Jon roll over. He sighed and was about to shuffle over a bit more when some arms pulled him into the warmth of the duvet and...Jonathan. The blonde nuzzled into the other's neck and Sock tried to squirm away, knowing that his friend would not like this if he was awake. Eventually, the brunet found himself leaning into the other boy and his comforting warmth.
Sock woke up to Jonathan now nuzzling his hair. The demon smiled fondly. Now he knew why Jonathan never asked if he wanted to sleep in the same bed. He was a sleep cuddler. Suddenly, it hit Sock that this was the best sleep he'd had in...well, ever.
"Your hair is soft." The demon started. Jonathan was awake. Oh.
"I...uh, thanks. You're a pretty good cuddler for someone who's supposed to hate me." Sock giggled. Jon sighed.
"I already said I like you, didn't I? Now can you move, you're laying on my arm and I think it's gone dead." Sock sighed and rolled over, off the bed into the gap between the bed and wall. He let out a disgruntled yell as he fell. Jonathan burst out laughing. "I didn't mean roll off the bed, dumbass. You OK?" Sock scrambled back onto the bed and glared at the teen with mock-anger. "I'm fine. Obviously YOU don't care though, Mr. Cuddle Pants!" Jon laughed again.
"Whatever, Sock. Since when were you so happy with mornings?"
"Since I slept. You?"
"...It's Saturday. I have no school." Jon flopped back down on the bed and sighed to himself. "I am supposed to be going somewhere today but I can't be bothered. Too many people." Jonathan waved his arms around as if he could faff the thought of it away. "I need coffee. " The teen groaned suddenly. Sock flopped next to him and snuggled up. "Yeah, me too, but I can't be bothered. I mean...I won't stay here if you don't want though..."
Jon turned to look at him and then bounced up, running out. Sock sighed, stumbling on his feet and scrambling after his charge. He ended up in the kitchen, where the blonde had his back to his demon. "Joooooonaaathaaaaaaaaannnnn, what are you doingggggg?" He yawned, tiptoeing to put his head on his friend's shoulder. (His boots made him look much taller than he actually was, and he wasn't wearing them. He had his socks on and a very oversized sweater.) "Making you a sandwich."
"Why?"
"Because nice people deserve sandwiches. And you're a pretty nice person when you aren't telling me to off myself, you know." Jon turned around and suddenly gasped. Sock's bedhead was...Adorable. In fact, if the blonde didn't have the small ounces of self-control he mantained within morning hours, he'd probably be making out with the demon right now. His hair was sticking out, and his face was still tired, covered in sleep. "Oh my God."
"What, do I look stupid?" Sock asked, looking at the ground.
"N-no! Um...Just eat your sandwich."
AN: Yay! Cute enough for ya? Heheh.
Review if you liked! Or if you've got some constructive criticism, I always try to act on it!
~AP