Scream One Shot

You weren't too fond of parties, or socialising in general. However, your girlfriend Brooke was a fan of parties in Lakewood. For once someone else threw the party, but due to the rarity of the occasion, Brooke wished to go, so you solemnly agreed.

It wasn't as bad as you had first anticipated, however after being there for hours and midnight being behind you, you were very much ready to go to bed.

At her request, you had agreed to go back to hers to spend the night, and you were beyond happy to walk into her room to see the pillow clad bed.

"I am absolutely wrecked," Brooke sighed, sitting onto her bed so that she could start taking off her high heels.

You were glad that you had stood your ground and had worn trainers as even with them your feet hurt, let alone if you'd worn the deadly shoes Brooke had suggested.

Collapsing on the bed, you kicked off your trainers, happily sinking into the middle of the mattress.

"I'm completely knackered," you yawned, closing your eyes for a short rest but began dozing off.

Brooke rested a hand on your leg, as she rose from the bed, shifting your place on the mattress when her weight lifted.

"Get up. You can sleep in a minute but you should borrow some pyjamas, it will not be comfortable to sleep in that dress."

She rummaged through her chest of drawers to retrieve two sets of pyjamas, dropping one set on top of you.

Slowly you stretched, so that it would hurt less to stand up. After a moment the two of you changed for the night, a sigh of relief and comfort escaped your lips as your tight dress was unzipped, finally giving you room to breathe.

When you were both changed, you crawled under the covers next to each other.

"Don't wake me up in the morning; I truly need as much sleep as possible," you said softly allowing your head to rest on the soft pillow.

"Honestly I don't think I am going to even wake up tomorrow- well today. But whenever we wake up, I have no intention to get dressed. I think that we could both do with a pyjama day," she smiled softly, shifting so that she was laying closer to you.

You let out a hum of agreement.

"I enjoyed this evening Brooke," you commented gratefully. "But next Friday evening can we just stay in and watch some films? I don't think I can handle two Friday's of socialising."

She laughed softly, grasping your hand in hers. "Of course. Anything for you."

"With that, the two of you curled up together, drifting off into a blissful slumber.

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Written by Charlotte.