the party is having a sleepover at mike’s house, and you and lucas are the only ones awake. (also please send requests!!)
the basement was dark except for the soft glow of the string lights mike had strung around the walls. everyone else was asleep, sprawled across sleeping bags, blankets tangled around them. dustin’s arm was draped over a pillow, mike was snoring quietly, and el was curled up in her fort of blankets, sleeping soundly. max was somewhere across the room, deep in dreamland, same as will that was sleeping with his mouth half open and if you were close enough you could almost see some of his drool.
you were lying on your side, staring at the ceiling, the soft hum of the tv filling the empty spaces. you couldn’t sleep. thoughts of lucas kept floating through your mind— the way he smiled when he teased you, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the warmth of his hand when it had accidentally brushed yours earlier in the evening.
a soft rustle beside you made you sit up slightly. lucas was awake too, turning toward you.
"hey" he whispered. "can’t sleep?"
"yeah… you?" you asked, voice barely audible.
"same," he said. he paused, then added quietly, "wanna… talk?"
you hesitated for a second, then nodded, scooting closer. soon, the two of you were lying side by side, heads close, shoulders brushing lightly. it was strange, how natural it felt, like it wasn’t even awkward— except, of course, the entire basement was still full of your sleeping friends a few feet away.
"remember that time at the arcade," lucas said softly, "when dustin tried to use the claw machine and ended up hitting himself in the face with the arm?"
you laughed quietly, covering your mouth. "oh my god, yes. he cried for like ten minutes after that."
"and then he blamed steve" lucas added, grinning.
you smiled, shifting slightly so your knees brushed his. "steve’s laugh though… it’s ridiculous. like a cartoon."
lucas chuckled. "yeah… and you laughed so hard when we told you that you almost fell off the couch. i had to catch you."
your cheeks warmed at the memory. "you did… that was sweet."
he paused, as if weighing whether he should say more. he didn’t. but it felt like he did anyways.
he blinked at you, soft and quiet, then smiled a little, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "i… i don’t know what i’d do without you."
you swallowed, heart hammering, and scooted closer. "me neither."
the two of you talked about everything after that— childhood memories, embarrassing moments, movies you loved, silly what-if scenarios. lucas told a story about the time he got stuck in a tree trying to rescue a cat, and you laughed so hard you had to cover your face against his shoulder. you told him about some of your deepest secrets, and he listened, really listened, his hand brushing yours again absentmindedly— you did the same when he told you his.
hours passed like minutes, and slowly, naturally, your hands found each other, fingers tangling. lucas didn’t pull away— he shifted so your head rested against his shoulder, and soon you were both wrapped up in the blanket, murmuring quiet jokes and small confessions until your voices got softer and softer, until neither of you even realized you were falling asleep.
and then the basement was silent, except for the occasional soft snore from mike or dustin. the two of you were curled up together, hands intertwined, hearts racing in a quiet, perfect sync.
morning came slowly. the first sound wasn’t groaning or stretching. it was giggling. soft, snickering giggles, followed by the click of a camera. you stirred, blinking at the sunlight spilling in through the basement windows, and realized lucas was still pressed against you, warm and heavy in the best way possible.
"yn…?" he murmured, voice groggy, still half-asleep.
"lucas…" you whispered back, cheeks heating, heart hammering at the way your bodies were so close.
and then you noticed the rest of the party at the top of the stairs: will, grinning maniacally with his camera ready; max, smirking and holding el’s hand; mike, trying to act casual but failing spectacularly; dustin, holding his laugh so hard that a few tears were running down his face.
then he eventually broke out "oh my god!" dustin squealed. "look at you two! asleep together!"
lucas groaned, hiding his face in your neck. "dustin, no—"
"this is perfect," max said, still smirking. "we knew it would happen!"
el quietly giggled, pointing at the camera. the click of another photo made lucas stiffen, and you buried your face against his chest, trying to hide your blush. "shut up, you guys…" you whispered, voice muffled.
"too late" dustin said, snapping another picture "memories forever!"
lucas whispered softly, brushing your hair back. "don’t wake me up" he murmured.
"i’m not" you replied, curling closer into him, savoring the warmth and quiet of the moment.
your friends' giggles and teasing faded into the background. for a moment, everything felt calm and simple. the noise of the day slipped away, leaving a quiet sense of comfort and ease. being there together, sharing the same peaceful pause, felt just right.
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