I Can't Sleep

John stared at the white ceiling and spinning fan in the living room of a very messy apartment settled in Dallas, Texas. The couch wasn't always the most comfy place in the world, however this one was so worn out from two brothers either sparring or playing some killing video game, that it was quite soft to the raven haired teen and fit his figure quite nicely. He'd been having a rough sleeping pattern all night ever since himself and his boyfriend turned in for the night. John started to get fed up with Dave killing him every three seconds in Call of Duty. He looked around the dark, blurry room—blurry because he didn't have his glasses on. Why couldn't he sleep? Maybe it was just one of those nights...or maybe it was all the thoughts of the cool kid sleeping in the next room. He pouted slightly, putting his arm over his eyes. Maybe advanced darkness would be something better to put him to sleep.

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Nope. John groaned, turning on his side and smashing a button on his PDA to check the time. 3:55 AM. Would this night ever end? Frustrated, the buck toothed teen kicked off the blanket that draped around him and grabbed his glasses off the coffee table. Screw sleeping alone. As quietly as he could—because he knew Bro would hear, think it was Dave, and kick the shit out of him—he snuck into the other's bedroom. John's heart rate picked up as he slowly opened the door, letting a small sliver of light stream through the darkness of Dave's very messy room. John bit his lip nervously, tip-toeing into his boyfriend's room and silently closing the door behind him. He pressed his back to the door, cautiously flicking his eyes around making sure he hadn't disturbed the peace of the Strider's apartment. The fan hummed steadily over the blond teen's room as the derpy teen made his way to Dave's bed. He almost smiled at the thought of the thoroughly trained teen not waking up from a silent intruder.

(Little did he know Dave was just fake sleeping, knowing full well that Egbert had made his way into his room. Little shit could've knocked.)

John carefully lifted up the red covers that were just slightly messed up by Dave's nocturnal shifting, shimmying his way into bed. He placed his glasses by the sideways pillow he laid his head on and scooted closer to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around Dave's torso and burying his face into the other's back.

"I can't sleep..." he mumbled.

"Fuck John, you could've knocked instead of entering like a child molester," Dave responded, placing a hand over John's linked ones. "But whatever, you can sleep with me if that makes you feel better and lull yourself to sleep."

John smiled slightly, nuzzling closer into the coolkid.

"Yeah, thanks."

John figured he'd probably got the best night's sleep in a long time.