Six

                                    

                                          
Y/N wakes up to the sound of light snoring in their ear. They squint their eyes as they wake up, trying to focus on where the hell they were. This was not their house. 
Y/N looks right in front of them to the object of the snoring. Trevor's mouth was open slightly, with a bit of drool hanging out. Y/N smiles a bit.
Fuck. Shitpisscockweenerpoopoobutthole-
A stream of cuss words instantly flows into Y/N's mind, realizing how close they were to Trevor. He had his arm draped over their lower back and head near Y/N's shoulder while their legs were intertwined with Trevor's. Y/N brings an arm up to rub their face, turning around and going back to sleep.
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When Y/N wakes up again, Trevor was closer than before. He was tightly holding onto their waist with his head against their chest. Y/N had an arm draped over his shoulders. 
They let out a laugh and does their best to remove Trevor's grip from them without waking him. Trevor stirs a bit, taking a deep breath and moves an arm to stretch. He slowly opens his eyes, landing them on Y/N, blinking slowly.
"Good morning." Y/N says, trying to hold in their laughter.
Trevor smiles lazily before realizing the position they were in. His eyes open up wide as he yanks both his arms away from Y/N. His pale face goes red. "Sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"
"No big deal." Y/N says, sitting up and stretching their arms. "You're a very cuddly sleeper." 
Trevor sits up, not saying anything. Y/N checks their phone. "Shit, it's already 9:30. I have a lunch shift at Spinner's, so I gotta go home and get ready. I probably should shower." Y/N looks over Trevor, who was playing with his thumb. "Your thumb feeling any better?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. It's fine." Trevor says, avoiding eye contact.
Y/N sighs with a smile. "Trev, don't be embarrissed. It's fine. I don't care."
"You sure?" Trevor asks.
"Yes. It's not a big deal. It was kinda funny." Y/N answers, getting up out of bed. They notice their sweatshirt folded up on Trevor's desk. "Hey." They say pointing at it.
"Oh, yeah I kept forgetting to give it back. Mom washed it for you." Trevor says, getting out of his bed. 
"Keep it. I've got plenty. And that one looked good on you." Y/N says casually and leaves the room, leaving Trevor with his flustered thoughts.
Y/N walks down the stairs, rubbing their eye. 
"Good morning, Y/N. Sleep well?" Callie greets. 
"Yeah, pretty good." 
'Trevor wasn't too much of a bed hog?" Callie jokes.
"More of a personal space hog." Y/N responds. Callie gives them a questioning look. Y/N shrugs. "He's a very cuddly sleeper."
"Ah, yeah. He always was. Do you want breakfast? I.. don't have much. Just some cereal, really."
"Nah, that's okay. I have work soon and should really get home." Y/n smiles. "I should be-" Y/N looks behind them and stops. "Where'd Trevor go? I thought he was right behind me."
"He's really slow in the mornings." Callie says. Y/N snorts. "Did he ever give you your sweatshirt back?"
"I told him to keep it. I have a lot." 
"Ah." Callie nods as if she knew something. Which she did. 
"I'm going to go change into my clothes real quick." Y/N points over their shoulder and walks back upstairs.