Random uhh oneshots I randomly write

I dont have a name for this so uhh

"This is illegal," I joked with Dan.
"Sorry..." he laid his head on one of my pillows, his words muffled in the fluff.
"You just ask me, y'know. You don't have to be secretive about it," I turned to face him. His face his was scattered with pieces of his hair.
"Right," He covered his face,"yeah, that was stupid."
"Don't worry about it," I hung my leg over his side. Dan wrapped his arms around my back.

"I really missed you," Dan repeated himself. He started to move again, the fabric of my jeans rubbing against his brief fabric. He would let out small puffs of air, no noise but hair leaving his mouth. I could tell he was still tried, and I was too. His strokes were slow paced and his breathing was also slowing.
"Hah..." he let out a moan, pressing harder against me. I felt a little selfish not doing anything but laying there. I laced my fingers with his hair and tugged a little.
I was never sure if he liked hair pulling, I don't think he did. 

About ten minutes passed before he started to slow down and stop completely. It was gradual instead of suddenly, he slowed down instead of stopping. I looked at him. Dan's eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly. He was sweating a little too. I wondered how common it is to fall asleep like that. He didn't even finish right.
I rested my head on his chest. He was really warm altering the actions he did. I started to fall asleep too. I was pretty tired anyway, so we both fell asleep again. Twice. Weird. It's like every time he gets tired, I get tired.

When I woke for the third time, it was light outside again. I basically spent the night over Michael's house. Neither of our families  would have any problem with that. Whenever one of us spends the night without telling, they usually assume that we've spent the night and call us the next day.

Mike wasn't there when I woke up. Very unusual. Most of the time, he waits for me to wake up before he gets up. I sat up and looked around his clean room. Nothing but my pants were on the floor and the clock read "08:27." I let my legs swing over the bed as I slipped them on. At the time, I really wanted to lie back down and go to sleep for the fourth time in the last day, but I couldn't really do that without Michael. It was hard to sleep without him when I was surrounded by things that reminded me of him.

I got up and opened his door and looked around just in case someone was in the hallway. I always kept in mind that Michael has three siblings, a mother and father, and dog. There's always someone up and about in his house.
Of all the living beings in his home, the dog was outside his door, curled into a ball of white. KC was a Samoyed dog. He had white fur and a long curled tail, but his most defining feature was a scar he had on his leg. The scar stretched from his paw to the back of his hind leg. Michael told me he got it because KC was a former police dog. Mike's uncle is a policeman and he used to take KC on missions while training him. On KC's last mission, he got a scar from something. I never figured out what.

KC immediately stood up when he saw me, tail wagging excitedly behind him. I don't like dogs too much, so I've always tried to ignore him when he tries to get my attention. He really likes me for some reason. I literally avoid him, yet he still wags his tail and pants at me.

"Hi?" I pushed him lightly with my foot to get him to move out of the way so I could leave the room. KC totally ignored my gestures, and instead sat down and wagged at me.  "Move please," I pleaded with him. I didn't move because I didn't want him to jump up at me. So, instead of closing the door or prodding him or simply walking past him, I just stood there and stared. He stared back, no movements other than his tail.

Eventually, Machelle walked out of her room. She seemed like she was running completely on energy drinks again. She was wearing her lab coat with sweatpants and her hair in a messy bun. That's one of the many things we have in common. We always stay up too late for days at a time over something that can be done in six hours, we just stretch them out to make sure everything is perfect and stress about every tiny thing that can go wrong.