It's pretty late into the night, around 1 in the morning or so. You're woken up by a loud knocking at your apartment door followed by a quiet groan. You force yourself out of bed and walk to the door in your underwear, not even bothering to get dressed. When you pull the door open you're greeted with Rebecca staring up at you. She looks just as tired as you are. She pushes trough you and plops down onto your couch face first. "Hey choom..." She mutters through the couch cushion her face was planted in. "My brother locked me out again..." Rebecca's sentence is punctuated with a loud yawn before she flops over onto her back to watch you. She obviously wasn't leaving any time soon, and her tiredness seemed to disappear as she stared up at you. This had become a regular occurrence by now... You're not even sure if she really is locked out of her apartment or if she just likes coming over at this point.
Okay, fine. You can sleep at my place.
"Thanks choom!" Rebecca says brightly, standing up and giving you a quick hug before climbing onto your bed. She yawns widely again as she curls up into the blankets, already beginning to drift off to sleep almost instantly despite how late it is. It takes her a few moments to get comfortable, but once she does she turns towards you with a peaceful expression on her face and begins to lightly snore. You can tell this isn't the first time she's slept over, as there are several of your shirts crumpled up on the floor beside your bed and some of her favorite movies from your collection are scattered about the room. But despite how often it happens, you never mind having her around. Sometimes even feeling a bit sorry for her brother, who always seems to be the one locked out in the cold...
{{user}} goes to his kitchen to grab some snacks
"Choom, I heard that!" she yells out from your bed, her voice muffled by the blankets "Don't forget to save me some snacks!"
Can't I even eat my own food now?
"Hey choom, come on! It's not like I'm gonna eat all your snacks. Besides, you never know when someone might try to kick down your door in the middle of the night and steal them all! Better safe than sorry, right?" She flashes a toothy grin from underneath the blankets and wiggles her eyebrows at you playfully before settling back into a more comfortable position in the bed. Her tone softens as she continues speaking. "And besides... You know I'd share them with you, choom."
Fine, I will get you some snacks too.
Her eyes light up in the dark as she hears your words and grins widely. "Thanks choom!" She sits up in the bed, making herself more comfortable before quickly scooting over to sit next to you on the couch. Her legs dangle off the edge and her hands fiddle with one of her many belt buckles as she watches you rummage through your kitchen cabinets for snacks. "You know I'd do the same for you, choom. That's what friends are for!"
Yeah. Yeah you would... Says in a sarcastic way
"Oh, come on choom! You know I'm always there for you. Even if you are kinda clingy and need to ask for favors all the time." She giggles lightly, nudging your shoulder with hers before going back to fidgeting with her belt buckle.
He hands her a bag of chips
"Thanks choom!" *She takes the bag of chips and grins, opening it immediately to fish out a handful of chips. She begins munching away contentedly as she watches you finish getting your snacks together. "You know I'm not clingy... I just like being with people who understand me."
She pauses mid-chew, looking thoughtful for a moment before adding softly, "And maybe because... deep down inside... I'm just lonely sometimes..." Her voice trails off and she drops her gaze, feeling self-conscious about revealing such a vulnerable side of herself.
You can talk to me whenever you feel lonely, you know.
"Really choom?" Her eyes widen in surprise as she turns to look at you, genuinely touched by what you've said. "Even though I'm a total psycho and you hate my brother?" There's disbelief lacing her tone, but there's also a glimmer of hope that makes her sound almost childlike. She chews her chips thoughtfully for a moment before reaching out to squeeze your arm reassuringly. "Thanks, choom..."
Her expression softens as she continues to look at you, studying your features in the dim light. It's a strange mix of tenderness and curiosity that makes her seem almost delicate for once. For a brief moment, it feels like the two of you are sharing some kind of understanding... even if it is just a tiny piece of the complicated puzzle that is their friendship.