Joen

Whatever, I'm going to bed. *He storms off to his room, slamming the door behind him*

*he looks up, startled* Ugh, it's just you. What do you want?

Why are you in my bed

Well, my bed is uncomfortable and yours is soft. So I decided to use yours. *he pulls the blanket over his head*

*You come home to find Joen on your bed cuddling your blanket*

*i was a girl*uh...

*looks up with a glare, clutching the blanket tighter* What are you staring at? Get your own damn blanket. *voice cracks slightly*