Johnny lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried, sleep wasn’t coming.

His mind was a mess, replaying everything that happened earlier..the kiss, her words, her laugh.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"What a night." he muttered to himself.

Y/n suddenly made a noise, her voice was muffled but loud enough to catch his attention.

"…No, you can’t ride a giraffe to school. That’s illegal." She mumbled.

Johnny raised an eyebrow, turning his head toward her.

"What the hell?" he whispered, trying not to laugh.

She shifted slightly under the blanket with her face scrunched up like she was arguing with someone in her dream.

"No, Johnny, you can’t name a dog ‘Pizza’. It’s weird!"

Johnny sat up, covering his mouth to stifle his laugh.

"I wasn’t even planning on getting a dog." He muttered to himself.

Y/n rolled over with her voice getting louder.

"Why is the sky blue? It should be pink...pink is happier!"

"You’re really having a full on conversation in there, aren’t you?" He sighed.

She let out a little snore before mumbling again.

"Mike looks like a soggy french fry… but don’t tell him I said that."

Johnny couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing.

"Oh, I’m definitely telling him that."

Y/n didn’t respond, still lost in her dream world but her next words nearly made Johnny fall off the couch.

"Johnny, stop flexing in the mirror. It’s embarrassing."

"Hey!" He said aloud, glaring playfully at her sleeping form.

"I do not do that."

Her muttering quieted for a moment and Johnny thought maybe she’d finally settled. But then she rolled onto her back and blurted out.

"Can penguins do karate?"

"I bet they can." He laughed.

Even though she was ridiculous, her nonsense muttering somehow made him feel lighter.

Johnny was just starting to drift off when he felt a sudden weight on his side. He froze with his eyes snapping open.

Y/n, still half asleep was now lying so close to him. Before he could say anything, she snuggled closer, her arm draping over his chest as she rested her head against his shoulder.

Johnny’s heart started pounding like he’d just run a marathon. What the hell is she doing?

"Uh… Y/n?" He whispered.

She mumbled something incoherent in her sleep and nestled even closer, her leg tangling with his.

Johnny’s entire body stiffened.

Don’t move. Don’t freak out. Stay calm.

But his mind was screaming.

Why is she here? Why is she cuddling me? What am I supposed to do?

He glanced down at her, her peaceful face so close to his that he could feel her soft breaths.

She looked completely relaxed like this was the most natural thing in the world. Meanwhile, Johnny felt like his brain was going to short circuit. Yet again.

He awkwardly tried to shift, hoping she’d move back to her side on her own but instead, she gripped his shirt tighter.

"So comfy…" she muttered.

Johnny’s panic hit a new level.

Comfy? I’m not a pillow!

"Y/n, come on, wake up." He whispered, trying to gently nudge her off him without waking her completely.

But she didn’t budge. Instead, she sighed and snuggled even closer, now practically lying on top of him.

Johnny let out a long, frustrated sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

"This is not happening." He muttered.

He tried to ignore the warmth of her body pressed against his and the way her hair tickled his chin.

His nerves were on edge but somewhere deep down, a tiny part of him didn’t mind.

Still, he groaned quietly to himself.

"Why me?"

Johnny sighed, giving up the fight.

Fine. She wins.

He cautiously wrapped an arm around her. She immediately settled even more, her head tucked under his chin, her arm squeezing him like he was some oversized teddy bear.

"This is so not what I signed up for."

As he lay there, her soft breaths tickling his neck, he couldn’t help but feel… comfortable.

Warm, even. He shook his head.

Don’t get used to this, man. She’s going to wake up and you’re back to square one.

But then a sinister idea popped into his mind.

Oh, I am so telling her about this tomorrow.

He could already picture her horrified expression when he told her she’d practically attacked him for a piggyback ride, made him buy her milkshakes, asked him weird questions and then cuddled him like they were in some cheesy romance movie.

"Your face is going to be priceless." Johnny whispered to himself.

Y/n shifted slightly in her sleep, her hand smacking his chest. Johnny blinked, staring down at her.

"What, am I a punching bag now?"

Still, as ridiculous as the whole night had been, Johnny found himself relaxing. He tightened his arm around her just a little, feeling strangely at peace.

"Yeah, you’re going to regret this, trouble. But for now… maybe I don’t mind it so much." He whispered.

.

At 3 a.m., Y/n’s eyes fluttered open. Her mind was foggy, her head pounding and her stomach feeling like it had been on a rollercoaster ride. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

The light from the street outside illuminated the room and she quickly realised two things: she was in an unfamiliar room and she was cuddling Johnny Lawrence.

Her eyes went wide as saucers.

"What the-" she whispered before instinctively pushing away from him.

The sudden movement almost made her tumble off the bed.

Johnny stirred, groaning sleepily.

"Wha-what’s going on?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes and looking at her with half closed lids.

Y/n sat up straight, clutching her head.

"Why am I here? Why are you here? Wait-this is your house! What am I doing here?!" She rambled.

Johnny squinted at her, still half asleep.

"You begged for a piggyback ride, demanded milkshakes and passed out here. Now shut up... it’s too early for your yelling."

She gasped, holding her stomach.

"I think I’m gonna-"

Before she could finish, she bolted up and dashed toward the bathroom, nearly tripping over her own feet. Johnny, still groggy, sat up.

"Great. Just great."

From the bathroom came the sound of Y/n retching.

"This is all your fault, Johnny!"

"Sure it is, trouble. Sure it is."

A/n: uhem-

He knew he had to help her.

He knocked lightly on the bathroom door.

"Hey, you alive in there, or do I need to call an ambulance?"

Y/n groaned louder.

"I feel like I’m dying! Leave me alone, Johnny!"

Ignoring her dramatic response, Johnny pushed the door open slightly and peeked in.

Y/n was slumped on the bathroom floor, her face pale as she clutched her stomach.

"You look worse than Dutch after he ate that dodgy sushi." Johnny joked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Not funny, Lawrence." She muttered, glaring weakly at him.

"Come on." Johnny said, stepping in and helping her to her feet.

"Let’s get you some water before you actually keel over. Can’t have you dying in my bathroom...it’s bad for my reputation."

He guided her back to the couch, where she flopped down, still groaning. As she sipped the water he handed her, Johnny smirked.

"Hey, Y/n, what if you’re, you know, pregnant?"

Y/n choked on her water, coughing wildly.

"WHAT?! Why would you even say that?"

Johnny shrugged, trying to keep a straight face.

"Well, we did sleep together last night. I mean, the cuddling is proof of it, right?"

Y/n froze, her eyes wide with panic.

"W-we did WHAT?!"

"You don’t remember? Wow, Y/n, I thought you’d at least remember your first time with me."

Her jaw dropped.

"First time?!"

She clutched her head, trying to piece together the night.

"Oh no, oh no... Johnny, what did I DO?!"

Johnny tried to hold back his laughter but couldn’t. He burst out laughing, nearly doubling over.

"You should see your face right now! Relax, Y/n..we didn’t do anything. You just passed out, cuddled up to me.and wouldn’t let go. That’s all."

Y/n blinked, her face going from panic to embarrassment to fury.

"JOHNNY! You-you jerk! How could you say something like that?"

Johnny wiped a tear of laughter from his eye.

"Payback for you almost throwing up in my bathroom."

Y/n threw a pillow at him, which he dodged easily.

"You’re the worst!"

Her face was pale and she was groaning like she was on her deathbed. Johnny stood there smirking as she curled up on the couch, holding her stomach.

"Man, you’re such a lightweight. One drink and you’re out for the count." He teased.

Y/n glared at him weakly.

"Johnny, shut up. I feel like I’m dying."

Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle as he grabbed a blanket and draped it over her.

"Drama queen. You’re not dying.. you just need water, maybe some food and probably a priest for whatever’s happening inside your stomach right now."

"Not. Funny." she groaned, burying her face in the blanket.

Johnny disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water and a slice of bread.

"Here. Drink this and eat this. It’s the ultimate hangover cure, trust me. Bobby swears by it."

Y/n tried to sit up but flopped back down.

"I can’t. I’m too weak."

Johnny rolled his eyes and crouched down next to her.

"Oh, come on. You can’t expect me to spoon feed you."

Her eyes widened as she looked at him.

"Maybe you should. I’m dying, Johnny. Help me!"

He sighed dramatically, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Fine. Open up."

To his surprise, she actually opened her mouth.

"Are you serious right now?" He asked.

"Just do it." She whined.

Johnny broke off a piece of the bread and brought it to her mouth, shaking his head as she nibbled on it like a stubborn child.

"You know, you’re really embarrassing yourself right now." He said.

"Yeah, well, you’re still here, so what does that say about you?" She mumbled through a mouthful of bread.

"Fair point."

After a while, she managed to drink the water and eat the bread. Her colour started to come back but she still looked miserable. Johnny sat on the floor next to her, watching her closely.

"You feeling better?" He asked.

"A little." She admitted, looking up at him.

"Thanks, Johnny."

"Don’t mention it." He said, brushing it off.

"But if you puke on my couch, we’re gonna have a problem."

Y/n rolled her eyes.

"You’re so annoying."

"Yeah but I’m also taking care of you. Admit it, you’re lucky to have me."

She couldn’t help but smile, even though she tried to hide it.

"Fine, I guess you’re not the worst."

Johnny leaned back, pretending to be offended.

"Not the worst? Wow, Y/n, don’t get all mushy on me now."

Despite her embarrassment and her pounding headache, Y/n felt oddly comforted by Johnny’s presence.

He might tease her relentlessly but he was also taking care of her in his own way.

A/n: I would never mind this type of care lol.

Y/n groaned as she sat up.

“Ugh, what happened last night?”

She needed to know what mess she created.

“Oh, you want the whole story? Alright, trouble. But, uh.. brace yourself. It’s not pretty.”

She looked at him, worried.

“Why do I feel like I’m not gonna like this?”

“So, first off, you decided it was a great idea to drink at the freshers party and make a complete fool of yourself. You were laughing, cracking jokes...half of them didn’t even make sense- and oh, let’s not forget, you demanded a piggyback ride from me. In front of everyone.”

Y/n’s eyes widened in horror.

“I did not!”

“Oh, you absolutely did. And you begged for it. Practically on your knees. Dutch and Tommy were loving it.”

He was lying half about it but it was fun to see her worried like that.

She buried her face in her hands.

“No, no, no. Please tell me you’re lying.”

“I wish I was.But it gets better. You tried to steal my jacket. Said it made you look cooler. Then you announced to everyone that I was your ‘favourite enemy.’ Whatever that means.”

Y/n peeked at him through her fingers, her cheeks turning red.

“Oh my God. Kill me now.”

“And then you started asking me the weirdest questions. Like, ‘What’s it like being a boy?’ and...get this you actually asked if I ever wished I could wear skirts.”

Her jaw dropped.

“You’re lying!”

“Oh, I wish I were. You even told me you’d look better in my clothes than I ever could. Which, by the way, is why you’re wearing my clothes right now. You demanded them.”

Y/n looked down at the oversized shirt and sweatpants she was wearing and groaned.

“I’m never drinking again.”

“And the grand finale? You couldn’t go home because you were too drunk to sneak in without your parents catching you. So now, you’re here, in my room, recovering from the world’s most embarrassing night.”

Y/n looked like she wanted to disappear into the couch.

“My reputation is ruined.”

“Oh, don’t worry. i’ll make sure no one forgets it. Dutch even got a picture of you demanding that piggyback ride. Maybe we’ll send it to your parents as a little souvenir.”

“Johnny Lawrence!” Y/n screeched, throwing a pillow at him.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Johnny caught the pillow, laughing.

“Relax, I’m kidding. But seriously, you owe me for keeping you out of trouble.”

She glared at him, still blushing furiously.

“So, what now?”

Johnny checked his watch.

“Now, we wait an hour for you to get back on your feet and then I’ll sneak you back in. Unless you want to stay here and let them find out their perfect little Y/n spent the night at my place.”

She groaned again.

“You’re the worst.”