I stared breathlessly at the guy sleeping next to me. I couldn’t help, but wonder how he got here. He should be in his own bed in his own home, but instead he’s here with me.

An hour earlier.

I shifted restlessly in bed. Sleep was not coming why way any time soon. I flicked my room light on and reached for my laptop. I turned it on and threw my messy hair into a sloppy ponytail. Then, I leaned back onto my pillows as I looked for someone to chat to online, but no one was on.

“Duh,” I thought, “Who is going to be on this late? No one.” I decided to take some quizzes instead signing off chat. I plugged my neon rainbow headphones into my laptop and played some music so I wouldn’t wake the entire house. I almost didn’t hear the pebbles hitting my window, but I did.

I got up and walked over to my window and looked down my window cautiously. For all I knew a rapist could be lurking around. I saw the outline of what looked to be my best guy friend. I signaled one moment as I quietly went downstairs and outside, but not before grabbing a closed umbrella as a weapon just in case. Thankfully it wasn’t needed seeing it was my friend indeed.

I gave him a once over before looking him in the face scared why he could be at my door at this ungodly hour. He looked a mess. His clothes didn’t match and his hair was disheveled. He had dark circles under his eyes. I gave him a much needed hug as he whispered “I couldn’t sleep” into my ear.

I led him into my kitchen and turned the light on making sure they were dimmed. I motioned him to sit on a stool and grabbed some snacks for comfort because I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid to ask what was eating at him, so instead I decided to wait until he told me. He did just that. He dug into the bag of chips and muttered something as he filled his mouth with sour and cream goodness.

“What was that?” I asked. He said it again unclearly. “I can’t hear you over your munching.” He slowly chewed his food and then finally swallowed.

“She broke up with me,” he finally said.

“Oh,” I thought. He couldn’t sleep because his girlfriend of three years broke up with him. Wow. I thought about doing one of the two things. The first being the happy dance because I never liked her seeing how she was a complete bitch, and the second was to comfort him. I did the latter.

We talked for a while before leading him up the stairs because he was in no condition to go back driving home seeing how danger it was in his current state of mind. I told him he could sleep in my bed and I’d just take the sofa downstairs, but he refused.

“We used to share a bed all the time when we were little, what’s wrong with it now?” he asked me now.

“Nothing,” I said knowing everything was wrong with it. I’ve had a crush on this guy since forever, and now he was single.

I slide into the bed only aware now of what I was wearing. I had on a cami and short shorts, which I wore only to sleep. I never showed this much skin, not even in a bathing suit in front of other people. I only changed into this when I was calling it a night and planning on sleeping. I couldn’t get up now and change without my best friend being curious on why I did what I did.

“Do you mind if I take my jeans off?” he asked. My eyes widened.

“Uhmm…” was all that came out.

“They’re cold with the rest of my clothes, plus I can‘t sleep in jeans.”

“Sure, I guess,” I said out of no where. I heard him shuffle as he pealed his jeans and t-shirt off.

He joined me under the covers and felt myself blush as his side of the bed plunged down a little.

In the morning.

I woke up to find my head resting against his chest and his arms around my waist. I didn’t want to move, so I closed my eyes and went back to sleep comfortable where I was.

AN: I didn't really feel like making it a story or a one shot. I just felt like dabbling a bit. As you can tell it went from the present time to the past and jumped ahead. I was to lazy to fill in the spaces. You can come up with what happens on your own by filling in the blanks.