this is short and lame sorry
Sometimes, I'd go into his bedroom when he couldn't sleep.
"Hey Mitchie, need someone in here tonight? I can't sleep, either."
"Oh thank god, Scott. I thought you were asleep. Come here, you can lay next to me."
"Alright." I got into bed, taking some of his blanket. I felt his arm on contact. "You're so cold."
"Yeah, well, I'm a cold person." Mitch shrugged.
"Here, is this better?" I said, wrapping my arms around his torso.
"Y-yeah." I felt some of the tension in his shoulders go away. "Aren't I making you cold, though?"
"I was too hot."
I started to just barely tickle him and he started to squirm, of course.
"Scottie! Stop it-I mean it, Scott. Aah!" He said in between laughs.
"Oh I've got you now." I said, tickling his stomach.
Until he elbowed me in my stomach.
"Oh my gosh, Scott, I'm sorry. That has to hurt." Mitch said. "I thought your arm was there or something."
"It's alright. Let's go to sleep, okay?"
He nodded, now tired, and drifted to sleep in my arms.
How adorable, though. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep-no, Scott. He's your best friend. Don't be creepy.
