You both had just gotten home form school, and you had been spending the night at his house. You came over about an hour ago, and you both sat in his room to watch stupid scary videos. Those fake ghost ones that you see on YouTube, specifically. Those ones were funny to watch. Then hunger struck.

Both of you went into his kitchen to grab food. You went right to his hidden snack pantry, knowing that you were the only friend who knew about that. You both grabbed stuff and went into the living room to watch a scary movie on his TV. It was gonna be fun.

As you both sat in the front room, you covered yourself up in blankets as you got too cold to function. Your fingers were getting chilly and couldn't move as smooth. But you were trying to warm up. He scooted closer to you as to try and give you some of his body heat.

After a while, you began to drift off. The comfort of his house, his presence, his blankets. God, he always had these super fluffy blankets. They were addicting. You began fall asleep on the edge of the couch, resting your head on the arm of it. As you fell asleep, he began to also. He rested on the other arm of the sofa, muttering to himself while the movie kept playing in the background. When it went silent, he went-

"Goodnight...I love you.."

Awkwarddddd.