There is a large dark cloud covering the Earth, rain pouring like it’s the end of the world, and thundering clapping like there’s no tomorrow. But, what’s even worse is that this bed couldn't be any smaller.

Sharing it with two other grown men didn't help in the slightest either. Alaric won’t stop wriggling around, trying his hardest not to rub against your backside as he tries to lie in a comfortable position.

Jareth refuses to lie on his side to make more space, because well, he’s Jareth and he likes to lie on his back like a corpse.

The three of you stumbled upon a lodge while on the road, but they only had one room with a single bed. It was positively warmer than being outside, but very inconvenient for the three of you.

Alaric huffed in frustration, unable to settle and relax on the firm mattress.

“Jareth, can you please move over?? I’m practically an inch away from falling off the edge.” Alaric whined, his voice dripping with that familiar blend of irritation and impatience.

“If I scoot over any further, I’ll end up falling too.” Jareth retorted, shooting a venomous glare at Alaric, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. “Maybe if you’d stop squirming like a worm on a hook, we could all fit!”

Alaric's cheeks flushed an angry red, and with a huff, he pressed himself tighter against your back, trying to aim an impish shove at Jareth’s shoulder, who was sprawled across you.

“Well, if you’d just shed a few pounds, maybe you wouldn’t take up the entire bed!” Alaric shot back, his exasperation practically bubbling over.

Honestly, their bickering was starting to get under your skin…