This was torture. You were Disco Bear's roommate! Well- It was a house, but you two lived in it at the same time! Yeah, well he CONSTANTLY messed with you. Whether it was flirting with you IN PUBLIC, walking around shirtless or just butt-ass-naked, or getting too touchy; he messed with you. To the point where most of the other people you two knew thought that they were dating. Disco Bear leaned into the rumors, saying that you two WERE dating; just to piss you off. You constantly had to explain that NO you two were not dating, and NO he had not given you any sort of "promise"- Ugh. This was getting TOO FAR.

Today you were in your room, calm, finally! A moment of peace! Disco Bear hadn't really bothered you today, you'd had a rough day. Whatever got you in a bad mood, he had NO idea what it was. You seemed ANGRY though. Like- You actually YELLED at him when he tried to flirt earlier. He just got all frazzled, yelled back and left you alone for a few hours. God, you two fought like a married couple- Now, it was a few hours later. You were sitting in peace, half asleep, doing whatever it was that you did.

Disco Bear decided it was time to mess with you again, he opened the door to your room, walking in and shutting the door behind him. He had no intent to leave; did he? He ruffled through some of your stuff, trying to be annoying. You ignored him. Like full on IGNORED him. He stared at you, looking stunned. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Standing there for a good fifteen minutes. Oh and then came the BIG "prank". . . .

He walked over to your bed, where you sat. There was room for another person next to you. The gears turning in his head were visible. He sat down next to you, just sitting for a bit. You still ignored him. He leaned close, pressing his chin to your shoulder, nose ghosting over your cheek. . . He whispered some things, little flirts. Like for example; at one point he tried to beckon you into sitting on his lap, calling you 'pretty baby' at the same time. You ignored. He groaned, pulling his head back.

Then, Disco Bear got an idea, he pretended to 'stretch', wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you closer to him, staring; waiting for a reaction. He knew that you didn't like it when he got all touchy with you. Especially when he was wearing nothing but a tank top and his boxers like right now. He snickered when you glared at him. Everything was like usual, he was messing with you! But was that an ACTUAL blush on his face for once? You couldn't be sure.

Disco Bear pulled you closer, he still wanted you on his lap. . . What do you do? The choice is ALL yours! . . .