JEREMIAH POV:
There's about fifteen minutes left in the movie when I hear her light snoring.
I look down and see her, sleeping on my chest.
I know we've napped on the couch or in my bed at the same time, but we normally fall asleep together. I don't ever really see her in my arms like this.
And I'm gonna enjoy the last fifteen minutes I have of this excuse- I mean, movie, to just enjoy her presence.
Her hair is lightly over her eyes and her cheek is pressed to my chest, leaving her mouth slightly open.
A sense of fulfillment is lingering in my chest, she feels safe enough with me to fall asleep in my arms. I make her feel that way.
The movie ends and now I don't have an excuse to stay here.
Staying here, awake, with her asleep on me is weird if there isn't a justification I can use to be here.
I sit up lightly, holding her in my arms. I carry her up the stairs and into her room.
After setting her on the bed I pull the blanket over her body. Her hair's still in the high ponytail she put up earlier today.
I remember her telling me about how a high ponytail is a girl's worst nightmare. Something that looks good, but leaves a bump on your hair, hurts like shit, and gives you a headache even after it's out.
I lightly pull the hair tie out of her hand and run my hands through her hair to loosen everything from the formed state.
"Jere.." She mumbles.
"Hey, sorry, princess. I didn't mean to wake you up." I say quietly.
"That feels good." She sighs happily and stays snuggled under the covers.
I laugh breathily and lick my lips.
"Goodnight." I say, pulling my hand away slowly.
"You're not staying?" She asks sadly, finally opening her eyes fully.
I shake my head no.
"Please?" She grabs my hand and caresses it.
I look at her eyes, the definition of puppy dog.
"Wouldn't hurt anybody." She adds with a tired but smug smile.
"Can't argue with that." I smile and walk to the other side of her bed.
She's immediately wrapped around me again. Definitely not complaining though.
"Night, Baby." Her voice is raspier than usual and I love it.
"Goodnight, Princess."
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FanfictionY/n Conklin and Jeremiah Fisher borderline hate each other. There are constant eye rolls and scoffs when the other one is near. But they learn to put it behind them when it comes to their crushes, Conrad and Belly. How could they get the two lovers...
