Waking up after a night of broken sleep was never easy. Never. Easy.

And yet, with your insides feeling half dead, and your eyes never more tired, you took your first glance around your room. At 8:00 in the morning. On a weekend.

Wow. Bravo.

You nearly groaned, but restrained yourself in favor of trying to bury yourself back under the blankets.

Which didn't really let you fall back asleep, but you could pretend all you wanted.

Honestly- no one could sleep right with that grating noise.

Wait.

Grating noise?

It took you a moment to even register what happened.

Your dying eyes peeled themselves open, and with a struggling push of your heavy blankets, you were peering off down the side of the bed.

At Creed. Who didn't have his sweatshirt on. Who also was clutching a box of lucky charms. Who also also- most concernedly, had pieces of metal all over his arms.

Or... they were his arms??

You stared disbelieving and pop eyed at his sleeping form. 

AbskJjj? What?  Does he have prosthetics???

His hands look super real though- so it has to be an arm brace of some sort.

But that didn't explain the wires in the joints of the metal, maybe it was to keep the braces on?

You swore up and down that he had arms- of course he had arms- at least- you thought he had arms? You can't remember seeing him without his hoodie on...

He stirred, grimacing and grabbing his lucky charms box closer to himself.

Why would he sleep in prosthetics? Better yet- why would he sleep in arm braces?

Unless he likes to sleep like that? Because if so, I guess everyone has personal preferences- it just looks a little irritating on the skin.

He stirred again- and you thought for sure he was about to wake up.

Only he didn't. He kept his lucky charms close, and his eyes closed.

You let out the breath you were holding in, sighing. He would think you were so weird if he caught you staring.

"I can feel your eyes on me." Was what jolted you up and into a sitting position.

Creed's eyes opened a moment later, a cocky smirk rising to his face as he dramatically posed on the floor, "You uh-" a quick wiggle of his eyebrows, "Like what you see?"

Your face all but combusted as you grabbed the closest thing to you and chucked it directly at that smarmy self loving bastard's face. Immediately after you cocooned yourself into your blankets.

"Ouch!" Was the only thing that told you your shot hit.

You laughed- smothering yourself into your blankets, and refusing to for any reason show yourself. You were embarrassed at how flustered you got at a joke like that- but having fun regardless.

Creed stepped onto your bed- barely concealing his laughter- and he poked you with his foot, "(Y/N)??? Did you diiie????"

You didn't reply- trying your best to stop giggling.

He kneeled down, instead poking you with his fingers, "Hmmm-" you finally settled your laughter- despite the pokes being ticklish.

"Guess she's dead." You could almost see Creed shrugging with his tone of voice.

He jumped off the bed, landing with a heavy clunk before turning to look at your bundled form.

A few moments passed, and you began to ponder if you should come out of your our cocoon.

Before you could make any movement, Creed had started yelling and giggling at the same time, sweeping your mummified body off the bed, and all but announcing to the whole neighborhood what he wanted to say, "WELP! GUESS IT'S TIME TO CREMATE HER!!"

He took off into the hallway before you could even start to screech.

Your screams only got louder as he started thumping down the steps. You were scared for your life and wriggling to get you head out of the blankets- digging your hands into anything you could find.

Just as you popped your head out of the blankets- your mom walked out of the kitchen- an alarmed look was on her face.

Creed just kinda froze for a second in the steps. Everyone was glancing at the other's facial expressions.

Creed made the first move, continuing to walk down the steps- your body therefore being taken with him and closer to your mom who just had this... mischievous look on her face.

"Friend?"

You nodded.

"Nice." She held out a fist for you- to which you blushed and gave her a headbutt as your hands were still trapped in a swaddled of blankets.

Creed relaxed at the friendliness oozing off of your mother.

However, her friendly face morphed into a more serious one after the pleasantries were over.

"I know you guys are young, and are tutored into a schedule of waking up earlier but-" She looked at us both firmly, "the neighbors do not, and I'd rather not get the police called on us for the amount of screaming that just occurred. "

She took a breath after her little speech, "Just... turn it down little alright you two?" Her firmness finally melted into her last remaining and much kinder face.

You nodded, and Creed spun around with you in order to dramatically stop, pose (somehow with you still being held) and say, "Understood Miss Mom!"

His cocky smile was so fucking resilient.

With a nod of approval from your mom, you all turned to walk into the kitchen.

"Hey uh- can I be put down now?" You struggled a bit in your blankets to show how uncomfortable it was.

Creed looked at you, smiled, closed his eyes and chirped out, "Nope!"

You pouted immediately, "Heey, not at all fair bro-"

Creed laughed, cutting you off before setting your feet on the floor and continuing to the table without you.

He plopped down into a chair, arms clacking as he lifted them onto our kitchen table. A moment later, you moseyed over into the chair next to him, raising an eyebrow and questioning, "Sooo- armor?"

He looked quizzically right back at you, "Armor?"

"Yeah- on your arms."

His face grimaced moderately, before he closed his eyes entirely and flexed his arms in a sort of 'tada' position, "Nope- These bad boys are prosthetics."

You took a moment to look at him before grinning and nudging him with your foot, "Neat."

He blinked his eyes open- shooting you an apprehensive look. Another second and Creed's face finally morphed into his one of a kind bastard face.

"I could bench press you if I wanted."

You let out a snort, "This rock hard bod? Never."

"Is that a challenge??" Creed leaned in, shooting you his cocky smirk, "Don't think I haven't seen you in gym class before."

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You nervously laughed, beginning a retort before getting cut off by your mother, "(Y/N), honey- do you know what happened to the lucky charms?"

The both of you looked upwards at your sweet lovely mother. Oh yeah. You forgot that you gave Creed the box.

Before you could reply, Creed gave a thumbs up, "I can get them." Without farther ado, he stood up, and darted out of the kitchen and up the steps.

Turning away from the entrance that he ran through, your eyes met your mothers and her mischievous smile.

"Sooo, you made a friend? That is also a boy?"

Smiling, and choosing to actively ignore the implications of her tone, you answered, "Yup- it's actually pretty great. He's a bastard, but a lovable one."

A disappointed face crossed your mothers face entirely because of the fact that you ignored her implication, before she shook her head and smiled, "That's good honey. Is he the one you first talked about?"

"Nope. He's a new one."

She stepped closer, warm smile crossing her face as she placed her hands on both sides of your face, "I'm proud of my lil pumpkin." With a quick peck to the forehead, she turned in a different direction, going back to the counter to continue doing motherly things.

Your face was left with a tinge of embarrassment, but mainly emitting the pride you took in your mother's good graces.

Creed came thumping back down the steps a moment later, lucky charms box in hand.

"Here you are ma'am."

He set the box onto the counter next to your mother, turning and taking his seat next to you.

Your mother didn't skip a beat, "Thank you young man-" She took a small peek inside before raising an eyebrow and putting the box back down, "So how'd you guys sleep?"

You shrugged, "Good I guess."

Creed just smirked and said, "Like a rock."

"That's good to hear- (Y/N), did you set up the air mattress for him?"

Sheepishly you shook your head no, "Too tired, so I made him sleep on the floor."

Your mother rolled her eyes, walking back over and setting the Lucky Charms box on the table in front of you.

"Next time you show your guest's some hospitality." Without farther ado, she walked out of the room, probably to go get ready for work.

It sucked that she worked on a Saturday, but you supposed life is life.

And life said you were hungry, so you stood up and grabbed a bowl, a spoon, and a gallon of milk, setting the respective items on the table before grabbing the box of lucky charms. Unrolling the plastic, you started pouring into the bowl, freezing as you immediately realized.

That bastard ate all the marshmallows.

Really, you shouldn't even be surprised- he does stuff like this without even blinking.

Looking at said bastard, you glared, before bonking him on the head with the said box.

"Ouch!" He rubbed his head.

Looking back at your cereal, you just sighed, pouring the milk in before walking to the fridge to put it away.  Regardless of it your breakfast lacked sugar or not, you would eat it. You couldn't waste food.

Settling yourself back at the table you scraped your spoon around before saying, "Feel free to grab breakfast- anything is fine."

Creed shook his head, "Nah- I'm never hungry in the morning."

You shrugged, "Suit yourself."

You proceeded to crunch on your bland, marshmallowless cereal.

The two of you sat in relative silence. You eating, and Creed checking his phone.

When you finally finished, you didn't even rise to put your bowl in the sink. You just wanted to keep sitting there, not doing anything.

Which you did, placing your head on the table, cheek down, and staring at Creed.

His arms are really cool- and you wondered how he lost his arms- if he lost them at all.

"Your arms are really cool." You smiled, still focusing on his prosthetics.

He looked a tad bashful at that, "... Thanks-"  he paused, cocky smirk doing a roundabout, "I built them myself."

"Yooo-" Your eyes lit up, "BRooooo-" You lifted your head off the table, "HOooowww- your amazing-"

Creed looked prouder then every, preening under the praise you just gave him, "Welllll-" he started, "Let's just say I'm really good at programming slash mechanics."

You huffed, resting your chin on the table and looking forward, "Ooof- I wish I could do cool stuff like that."

Creed laughed, "Shush- your a cool person to hang with- you don't need to justify that with actions."

You looked at him- completely gobsmacked with the amount of maturity he just used in a sentence.

He seemed to notice how surprised you were, flustering and looking in a different direction, "Don't tell anyone I said something as cringe as that."

Nodding you accepted his conditions, "I won't." A small pause, "but that was maturity, and respect- not cringe bro."

He withered in his seat, "Ewwww- please- I've lost faith in myself- me and maturity do not go well together."

Laughing, you nudged his ribs, "Wow- you are the most  r e s p e c t i b l e  person I've ever met." He withered even farther into the seat, groaning and nudging you in the ribs as well. Your grin rivaled Creed's.

Abruptly, a phone went off, a catchy little tune that you swore you heard from a meme dancing through the air.

Creed immediately sat up straight, swiping the green button on his phone and bringing it to his ear. A serious face passed him from the moment he said hey.

Not a second later, he excused himself from the room.

You didn't say anything as he walked out.

The sound of his voice talking was faint, and hushed, so hushed you couldn't hear what he was saying.

Sighing, you stood, grabbing your bowl and placing it into the sink. Idly, you sprayed some water at it.

You wondered who was so important that he would just immediately jet like that.

Maybe his mother? He does have a fondness for her if you recall. Maybe it's his dad- he was pretty serious looking.

Huffing, you decided to drop your thought process.

He could take the time he needed and you wouldn't pry.

A few thumps and you heard him going up the steps- and you wondered what in the world he was getting up to.

When he came back down, the first thing he did was peek green head back into the room, "Hey, I gotta dip dude, thanks for having me." His hoodie was back on. So that's why he went upstairs.

You smiled, "You forgetting something?"

He grinned a tad confused, "No?"

You rose an eyebrow, waltzing your way over to him, "I think you are."

You held your fist out, patiently waiting for him to return your bro fist.

It took him a moment to realize what you were doing, but when he did, his face briefly lit up from it's previous seriousness, his knuckles tapping your own.

You grinned a little wider, "Hey, thanks for inviting me- and chilling with me man."

He just grinned back, before turning to the door.

The hefty clunk of the door closing was all you needed to hear to know.

Alone again.