Teenage Dream.

She is busy typing a paper cross legged on her bed when the door opens to the apartment. "Hey!" He yells through the apartment. "In here!" She yells back and he enters the bedroom. She looks down at her shorts and tank top and messy bun. "I know, I look a mess! I wanted to work on this paper, some and don't have class today." He smiles and flops down on the bed. 'What do you have so far?" She turns the laptop toward him. He reads. "That is really good, Lindz." He is the only guy that's ever called her by her nickname.  "Eh, it's okay. It'll do." She smiles and reach's for her coffee mug sitting on the nightstand. She gets a drink and replaces the cup, laying back on the bed. She stretch's as he rubs her stomach. She smiles. "I'm so sleepy! I stayed up late last night!" He grabs her and pulls her to him. She folds nicely into the curve of his chest. He strokes her hair and whispers to her. She wasn't sure what he was saying, she just liked the feel of him and her so close and sweet. She started to drift off. When she wakes he is still there beside her, her laptop is closed and on the desk on the other side of the room. She wakes and cuddles him. He wakes and holds her. She begins to talk. About everything, spilling and baring her soul. He just quietly listens and holds her closer.