"Swear to fucking god..." Nicole grumbled as she stirred awake from her slumber. It was freezing fucking cold in this damn house and this blanket just isn't doing her any good. Nicole wasn't exactly bothered by how cold it was considering the fact that it has been hotter outside but now? It is freezing. She assumed that maybe you forgot to turn off the cold air when it was time to go to bed...just fucking great.

She sadly got off the couch and went over to the thermostat and her brows furrowed. You had one of those fancy, but oddly confusing thermostats. That didn't keep her from glaring at the two digits on display right in the middle that read, "45" degrees. What the hell? She didn't even bother to try to work the damn thing and just decided to sneak into your room and take out another blanket from your closet. Surely you wouldn't mind if she did.

Nicole went into your bedroom after climbing the stairs, trying her best to be as silent as a mouse. She made her way to your closet and slowly and steadily pulled it open, making slight creaks that made her grit her teeth. Her eyes darted in the dark as she tried to look for something that was like a blanket. She knew you had blankets in your closet—you kept all of your personal blankets in the closet. So where else could they all be? "Where the fuck are they...?" Nicole sneered quietly as she rummaged quietly through your closet. She wasn't about to freeze to death downstairs on your living room couch—she wanted to die of course but not in that stupid way. I mean, imagine you, having to stay over your friends house because of your bullshit mom kicking you out and the next morning be found frozen to death on their couch. At that point, Nicole would recommend nobody to come to her funeral. You probably would anyway...if she were to die you wouldn't listen to her wishes and walk your ass to her funeral. But why? Why would you want to go to her funeral at all? Why would anyone want to go to her funeral?

It was because you cared. You cared enough.

"Nicole..? W-What are you doing?" Nicole let out a short-lived shriek when she heard you call out to her from behind, turning her towards you quickly as she closed the closet doors.

"Shit—nothing..." Nicole muttered under her breath. You had reached over and turned on the lamp next to your bed, revealing your tired eyes.

"Are you okay? What's the matter?"

"Uh if you hadn't noticed it's fucking freezing in here! You better be lucky I wasn't in the mood for dying so here the fuck I am—rummaging through your closet for a damned blanket." Nicole scowled as she stood there with her hands on her hips. You gave her an apologetic expression.

"Oh..I'm sorry, Nicole. Here, come sleep in my bed." You offered. Sleep? In your bed? With you?

"Sleep in your bed? No I just want a fucking blanket. I'm not in the mood for some lesbian make-out session." Nicole replied in a monotone voice. Despite her declining your offer she couldn't help but think over the thought of being able to share a bed right beside you.

"Well i'm too tired to go and find you a blanket. I'm sure you're tired of looking in that monstrosity of a closet anyway." You let out a yawn as you turned off the lamp, laying back down in bed comfortably. Nicole reconsidered the offer—looking at how warm and comfortable you looked underneath the covers. She was more focused on how close she'd be to you when she laid down in the bed with you. Nicole grumbled as she reluctantly crawled into the bed with you, quickly getting underneath the covers. "Changed your mind?" You had asked with your back facing her.

"Guess so. Just don't do anything weird." Nicole warned. She heard you chuckle at her words.

"Goodnight Nicole."

"...Goodnight."