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The sound of pouring rain almost drowns out the romcom playing on your TV, making the soft glow from you lamp seem comfortably warm. It’s one of those cozy Friday nights described in your favorite books. The kind where you cuddle up with a thick blanket and stay awake until you drift off to sleep, preferably with someone else, though. As the main characters are cornered into a confession, you realize you’ve run out of popcorn. Since you’re throughly invested in the film, you wait until they kiss and the camera pans outwards, signaling the end of the story.
Carefully, you step out of your room and creep towards the kitchen, being wary of any creaking floorboards that might give away your location. The rain is still coming down, muffling any louder noise you make. While rummaging through the pantry, a sudden knock at the door sends your soul halfway into orbit. Heart pounding and thoughts racing, you go to check who’s outside. Your mind conjures up the wild idea of a serial killer knocking at the door, making you even more anxious to see who it is and prove that thought wrong. Adrenaline racing, you carefully look through the window. You roll your eyes and the tension in your body releases like a spring at the sight of your boyfriend, Michael. Quickly opening the door for him, you hurry him inside so he doesn’t get any more wet than what he already is.
The goofy smile plastered all over his face almost makes up for the heart attack you almost had. “Michael! It’s, like, twelve in the morning!” You say in a hushed whisper-yell. “And you’re soaked! What the hell were you thinking?!”
“Well” he begins, “I was in the area, and I really wanted to see you.” Still angry, your expression softens at the way he looks at you, like he would travel to the moon and back just to see your face.
“Well,” you say, mocking him a little, “I hope I was worth getting rained on.” In response, he smiles down at you, his eyes telling you what he doesn’t need to say out loud. You look away, just a bit flustered, and let him win this little interaction.
After shoving some light snacks into his hands, you grab a hold of his free hand and drag him in the direction of your room. You both creep back up the stairs, being extremely careful as to not make any noise. You double your efforts as you pass your parents room, moving like a ninja and making absolutely no sound. Making the final stretch into your room, you shut the door quietly behind you and collapse onto the bed. Michael does the same, unloading the snacks he was carrying onto the spot next to him. You sit up first and drag him further into your bed. He catches on to what you’re doing, and gets up to position himself against the pillows so you can lay next to him. Pulling the comforter over the two of you, you both adjust yourselves and get comfortable with one another. Leaning your head into the crook of his neck, he pulls you closer and holds you like you might suddenly vanish. Michael rests the side of his face on top of your head and kisses your hair, basking in your presence.
By now, a different movie had started playing. You didn’t catch the title, but slowly figured out it was a horror film as the story progressed. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but these kinds of films scared you sometimes. Still, you loved the thrill and kept it on, even though this one seemed like it would scare you quite a bit. Soon enough, a girl was being chased by the killer, who had been following her and her friends the entire movie. With each minute that passed, your heart beat grew quicker and quicker. You hoped Michael wouldn’t notice and tried to eat the remaining snacks in order to calm your nerves. As you reached to grab some crackers, a loud sound erupted from the screen and the killer appeared out of nowhere, making you jump.
“Oh my god..” You groaned, burying your embarrassed face into Michaels chest. He laughed quietly, while your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your ribcage. You looked up at him and lightly hit his arm. “C’mon.. it wasn’t that funny Mike..” You grumbled, making him laugh even more. He pulled you so you would lay on him and chuckled a bit, saying “It was totally hilarious, I didn’t know you got scared like that.”
To that, you sat up and hit him lightly again, pouting down at him. He grinned, holding your stare and slowly traced his hands up your form until he reached your stomach, and suddenly started to tickle you. Struggling to keep a straight face, you giggled and didn’t really try to stop him. He sat up to tickle you even more, and brought you to sit in his lap. The tickle fight ensued for a few minutes before his hands rested on your waist while yours hung around his neck.
Still giggling, you asked, “Why’d you start tickling me Mike?”
“To get your mind off the movie, Love.”
Sheepishly, you connected your forehead to his and started planting lazy kisses on and around his soft lips. He kissed you back the same way, making your heart race the same way it did before, but for a different reason this time.
Slowly, he pulled away so he could drag you back under the blankets again. He held you so your faces were millimeters away from each other, cuddling you so gently as if you were as fragile as a glass vase. He kissed your forehead while you buried your face into his neck again, blushing at his adorable gesture.
The two of you stayed like that for what felt like eternity. “Shouldn’t you get out of here, before morning?” You mumbled sleepily into his face.
“Mmm, maybe. I like it here better though.”
Too tired to reply back, you simply nodded and closed your eyes, too at peace to worry about the next day.