((Im making this rebloggable by request, im going to delete the other one so this can be the official UwU))
You don’t even know what time it is any more, you stopped checking the clock in hopes it would help your insomnia. Ever since the game ended, sleep seems so unnatural for everyone. You start to wonder if she’s awake too, she probably is. She’s probably having the most trouble of all of you, you’d say.
You tumble around in your sheets for a moment and slowly begin to rise from your bed. Your glasses are right where you left them on your side table. You shove them up the bridge of your nose and look around the dark room. You’re not sure why your getting up to see her, but it seems reasonable seeing as you can’t sleep. She’ll probably have something up her sleeve for you, she usually does.
The floor creaks under your feet as you tip toe down the hall, trying not to disturb any of your other friends. Thought the darkness, you manage to stumble upon her door, which was left slightly ajar. The creaking of the hinges makes you wince as you push it open and slide into her room.
“Rose…?” There’s no response.
You can tell she’s faking it, you see right through her. You smile a teeny bit and wander over to her bed nimbly.
“Rose, I know you’re awake,” you whisper, but there’s still no response.
So she wants to play this game, huh? You know exactly what to do. You sit down on the end of her bed, looking back up at her head, which he has stuffed into her pillow. Trying to keep from giggling, you tap her feet from above the covers.
“Roooooooose…!” You sing softly to her, hoping to get a response this time.
“John, what is it…?” Her voice makes you jump, even though you totally knew she was awake, anyway.
“I can’t sleep!” You whine to her, bouncing a bit on the bed to make sure she pays attention to you.
And then she’s silent again, back to ignoring you. You frown a bit, annoyed with her ignorance.
“John, what do you suppose I can do for you, it’s midnight,” she mumbles and kicks you from under the sheets, you can tell she’s trying to get rid of you.
“I dunno… I thought maybe…” You’re actually not quite sure what you want from her, but soon it hits you, “Rose, let’s have tea.”
“I heard you the first time. It’s almost two in the morning, though.”
“But you can’t even sleep either!” You whine again to her.
She’s silent once again, but it’s different this time, as if she’s deep in thought about your last comment. But then it’s all so obvious to you. You realize why she can’t sleep.
“You’re having nightmares again aren’t you…?” You speak more gently this time leaning closer to her restful body. Your humor begins to fade.
She’s slow to respond again, but you can see her eyes are wide open and troubled, and they answer you all on their own.
“Me too…” Your whisper is barely audible.
Seconds pass, and now you’re starting to get anxious. She really is struggling, and you don’t like that.
“Tea will make you feel better you know…” You tap her feet again, trying to break her thought barrier.
“John, don’t make me drag you back to bed,” she shuts her eyes and turns her body over.
You won’t have this any longer. Rose Lalonde was going to have to get up. You rise up from the bed, only to fling yourself onto across body in a lazy flop. There’s a sharp shout of protest as she immediately begins to kick underneath your torso. You giggle as she tries to kick you off.
“John. Get. Off.” She’s pretty strong for someone her size, and stronger than you thought.
“Not unless you get up.” You fight her back for fun, hoping to wake her up a bit more.
All at once she stops kicking you. You catch her throwing her hands over her face in annoyance. You can tell you’ve won, and she’s not too happy.
“… You’re the worst…” She groans and sits up sleepily.
“Love you too, Rose,” you jest at her vexation, in a sing song way.
You sit up and shake you messy bed hair out of you eyes, a smile of success still imprinted on your lips. She’s sitting up now too, and stretching her legs out in front of her. The world is quiet, and it’s a good kind of quiet. It’s the kind of quiet you’d want when your sitting next you the girl you’re in love with. Peaceful, not awkward. The two of you sit together for a while before the silence is finally broken.
“… Do you still want some tea…?” She turns her eyes to meet yours.
You have a feeling it is going to be a long night.
Oh dear I hope that was okay… I’m a bit rusty. I hope you liked it, anon, and if you have any feedback or CC you may leave me another message in my inbox. UuU