𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓: waking up in the middle of a night storm...
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You got woken up by the sounds of lighting and thunder going around. It still looked dark out, so you needed to go back to sleep. It sounded like a hail storm, but it's too hot out for that.

A few moments of lying awake, you began to shiver from the coldness of the room. Thanks to walker hogging the blankets. There was literally two for a reason.

You swing one of you legs over the bed side and began to pick yourself up to stand without waking him up. The cold floor didn't help with the goosebumps on your skin. The cold had made you feel thirsty for some weird reason.

You drag your feet quietly out of walker's room to go down to the kitchen.

You made it through the dark kitchen to get yourself a glass of water.

It was still raining heavily outside and the occasional thunder perked you up every time.

Once you got your cup, you start to head your way back up to walker's room.

You open the door slowly, and peak inside to see his sleeping position that you wanted to laugh so hard at.

His stomach was lying on the bed and one leg was bent higher than the other, his arm hanging over the bed, mouth was open and you could probably see drool.

You thought you should take a picture, but that would be a lot of work, so you just stare at him as you walk your way back to the other side of the bed.

You sit at the edge of the bed on the side, watching the rain drops hit his window and falling slowly. There was a flash of lightning that made you get up and walk over to the window to see any more.

It was calming in a way. You felt like those people in those movies but instead of in front of the fireplace with like a hot beverage it's in front of a boy's bedroom window with a glass of water.

You were so distracted that you didn't hear the bed creaked Walker rolls over to your previous side of the bed and facing you.

"What are you doing up," he groggily asks, with his eyes still squinted even if there was no light.

"The storm.. and i was thirsty," you mumble, keeping it quiet.

"what time is it," he rubs his eyes while sitting up over the edge.

"about 4am i think," you guessed. It felt like 4 so you said 4.

"you're a psychopath to be up this early... or late.. i don't know," he pushes himself off to make his way to me.

His voice was still slightly raspy, clearly still half asleep. probably two thirds. not half.

"yeah... okay," you sarcastically remarked.

"literally look at you, crazy. watching the rain," he leans his head on yours, "you should go back to a sleep."

"in a minute," you say still staring off into the outside world.

"it's cold, and you're wearing shorts," he insisted.

"then you go back," you look over at him.

"hey, teamwork makes the dream work. I won't go unless you go," he smirks happily.

"you took up all the space anyways," you chuckle.

"no i do not," he got defensive.

"okay, buddy.." you laugh.

you took the last sip from your cup and placed it down on his night stand.

"come on," you drag him to the bed and he jumped on while you got in your side.

He rolls around finding a comfortable position and brings the blanket over the both of you.

You decided to lie down on his chest, to get comfortable.

"what are you doing," he asks.

"sleeping."

"lie down properly," he says.

"i am. this is what you get for being a blanket hogger," you tell him.

"yeah, but how am i supposed to sleep or cuddle or do anything when you're on me," he says.

"you can," you mumbled.

"fine.."

You felt u comfortable, so you adjusted yourself even more properly so you were beside him but still leaning on him. He gave you a dumb smile in return.

"i love you," he whispers. He was still smiling, just with his eyes closed.

"i know."

his eyes shot open, "you didn't-"

"goodnight, walker," you close your eyes.

"hey! you need to say it back, that's just foul," he shakes his head.

you look up at him with no response.

"i need the validation, so come on. tell me," he gives another dumb smile.

"i love you too, you fat dork."

"thank you."

"now goodnight," you say.

"wait what if-"

"good night, walker. I'll see you in like 8 hours when i wake up," you cut him off.

"but wait- fine... okay."

A couple seconds of silence when you're trying to fall back to sleep he decided to speak up again.

"what if i can't fall back to sleep.." he mumbles.

"you dragged me back in here, so you have to go to sleep," you groan.

"well you woke me up," he defends.

"no i didn't, you're the light sleeper," you remark.

"touché..."

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