A/N: It took me a while but I fixed it :) Sorry it was not very well written before, It's just I hadn't gone over it and well, it was kind of a thing I posted for my best friend -she ended up posting it on twitter and now people know it exists- and so it wasn't the best.

This is the new and improved FanFic everyone. Feel free to throw potatoes at me.

Disclaimer: I don't actually think owning people is legal, but I'm just going to put it out there that I don't own any of these things, and if I did LOUDER probably wouldn't exist and it would probably be called Look At Us Now. Also, I would force Rocky to wear a onesie 24/7 because tall people in onesies are just adorable.

"Hey Rocky.." Ell whispered timidly. He regretted having gotten up in the first place as he tugged at the curtains around his best friend's bunk, a nervous look on his face because, well, he's gonna say no.

It was four in the morning, and he still couldn't get any sleep, too shaken by the events from the night before. He was probably just being stupid again, and he had to admit he was a little bit ashamed of himself for being freaked out by something as small as personal space. Who knew he was claustrophobic, huh? That one might just be another one of those only child perks. Fantastic.

Of course, he had told Rocky he was okay... I mean, he didn't need to worry him over practically nothing, and so he had settled for laying on his bed while he tried to get some sleep, even though he was pretty sure he would never get to sleep again. A bit dramatic, but he was Ellington Ratliff.

He just hoped his best friend wouldn't make fun of him for it. He knew Rocky wasn't mean. It was highly unlikely anyway since he had practically hid behind him while leaving, and he was sure as hell Rocky remembered the hand holding.

He still worried anyways because this was his best friend that he may or may not be in love with, and even as he looked over at his sleeping friend, his heart pounding hard against his rib cage, he was still thinking about how adorable he looked.

Ell cleared his throat and laughed nervously, because right now was definitely the best time to actually be shy about stuff. Note the sarcasm. "Rock, I-I know It's stupid but umm.. could I.. could I sleep with you?" He flushed. "In your bunk! I uh.. I-I meant in your bunk." He tried hard to keep himself from looking down and just going back to bed, eyes wide with embarrassment.

He would have added something funny like you drool when you sleep, but Rocky's big puppy eyes blinking up at him made that one fly right out the window.

Ell was asking Rocky if he could lay down in his bunk. His bunk was smaller than a twin bed and he was very much attracted to him. Like a lot.

Rocky was also kind of his best friend. He was literally so friend zoned that if you looked hard enough you would probably see a bolded, underlined comic sans sign over Ell's head that read friend.

He waited a while for his response, the blood rushing to his cheeks at Rocky's worried look. That was something he had managed to do even if he was still half asleep. Worry about him.

"Ratliff?" He whispered softly, raising his eyebrows in question. It took him moments to realize why he was there, as the fear practically radiated off of him and his wide eyes, "You're scared," he said with a sigh, clear he was disappointed that he hadn't said anything earlier.

"It's Ell..." He corrected, biting his lip as he looked down at his bare feet. So not only was he being stupid, but he had also upset Rocky. Great.

"Ell."

"Right."

"..."

"Rocky?"

Ell slowly raised his gaze until he was looking into the younger boy's eyes, trying to keep himself from saying something that would embarrass him further; Rocky thought it was the cutest thing ever.

"Hmm?"

It took a few seconds for Rocky to respond, having been too busy smiling at how adorable Ell looked when he was shy, something he rarely saw because of his tendencies to joke his way out of any kind of touchy conversation.

He was sure he wouldn't have been thinking all these things if he hadn't been half asleep, not just because his best friend was definitely not cute as his subconscious was trying to tell him, but because he had the urge to kiss the little shit on the face.

"Come 'ere." He said softly, a half smile making It's way onto his lips as he scooted back to allow the brunet more space. It was taking all the self control he could muster to keep himself from wrapping his arms around his friend's much smaller body and just cuddling him to sleep.

"It's gonna be alright... I won't let it happen again." He mumbled, running his fingers through his hair, and because Rocky had said so, Ell knew it was true, and that's all he needed.

Someone to tell him it was okay.

Damn. This was short.

But eh, I tried and I'm happy with it, and though It's not my best I will keep this because yeah.

Sparklypegicorn owes me Niff.