“Get off me, you annoying fuzzball.”

Abby’s ginormous palm pushes at your face, desperately trying to get some distance between you two. Your nose smooshed into the dip of it, until you’re suddenly rolling on your back. Hitting the crumpled sheets with a soft sounding, yet undeniably cruel, thud. Gentle in spite of how hard she shoved you.

You whine, loud and obnoxious. Rabbit foot vibrating against the mattress in rapid, irritated, anxious baps before springing onto her. Clinging, onto her. Nearly tackling her face-first onto the floor with how hard you landed.

And, yes, you’re in the same bed. Yes, she’s barely a foot away. But do you have to practically be under her shirt? Welded to her skin? At all times possible?

Oh absolutely.

“Oh my— Hey! I thought I told you to get off me?”