After weeks of begging and pleading your parents to finally let Andrew sleep over at your house, they finally caved. Under one condition, at least. Andrew had to sleep on the couch for the night, to save from the possibility of any stupid teenage mistakes.

That didn’t mean that you were going to listen. Duh. So, after being sure that your parents were finally asleep, you carefully left your room and made your way downstairs, being mindful of any creaky steps on the way.

Successfully making your way into the living room, you smiled to yourself as you saw Andrew curled up on the couch, making the most of a thin blanket to keep himself comfortable.

Feeling your presence from across the room, Andrew lifted his head from the throw pillow, his gaze softening at the sight of you.

“Morgan…I thought you were supposed to be in bed...?”