It was 2 AM, you were having a sleepover like you've done since you were 4. You were sharing a bed like you've done since you were 4. You were cuddling because you've done it since, you were 4. Though, you weren't four anymore, were you? You were 17 now. He was laying down sideways with his head on your stomach, as you both laid down on the floor, blankets and pillows everywhere. "You know, I probably know you better than I know myself." He said out of nowhere.