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There was something strange about a boy's bedroom. There was of course the smell* but more than that, the very atmosphere seemed to ooze Boy. And Johnny's room was no exception. Sprawled out across his bed, Coraline turned the page of the comic and rolled over so her head dangled precariously off one edge and her legs off the other. Sighing, Coraline kicked off her wellies with one foot and then wriggled about trying to make herself as comfortable as possible as she waited for Johnny to show up.

Because the thing about having a boyfriend, a boyfriend like Johnny that is, was to make things as unexpected as possible. Mostly because peril made him act very, terribly attractive but also because it was fun. So, she had planned to go on an adventure into dino territory with him to distract herself and also because fun but Johnny seemed to have a sixth sense about these things and always managed to make himself scarce. But he couldn't make himself scarce from his own bedroom, Coraline was very sure of that. So, she was waiting for him.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Coraline was waiting and bored. A deadly combination. She had already counted all the socks, found the pile of comics and read most of the very cool ones and she had written Johnny a love poem before tearing it up into tiny, tiny pieces so that he never read it*. And now she was waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And- oh, door.

"Hullo, did you know you have thirty three pairs of mismatched socks? Can you call them a pair if they're mismatched? Well, sixty six. I think some of them might be mine. I think you might have a sock monster, it's probably lurking under the bed." Coraline said, turning the page of the comic before looking up at Johnny with a smile. "Did you want to go on an adventure?"

*A lingering sort of smell that seemed to appear in any Teenage Boy's bedroom after a day of them inhabiting it. Even if the boy was clean and hygienic the smell still sort of appeared, a smell that indicated Boy and Teenage without actually having a discernible cause.

**Because not very many things rhyme with Johnny. And it was also very embarassing.

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"Well, don't you think it's a bit umm... weird? Fifteen seems rather too old for sleepovers." It also seemed weird for other reasons, reasons that nothing short of cruel and unusual torture would make him divulge. Coraline probably could have gotten it out of him in fifteen minutes or less if she applied herself.

Edited 2012-09-30 02:55 (UTC)

"You're never too old for sleepovers, grown ups have them all the time." Coraline replied. Okay, so the sleepovers that grown ups had were slightly different and probably involved a lot less clothing than Coraline had in mind but well, it was practically the same. Almost. "And how else do you do a movie marathon if you don't have a sleepover. Wait... why do you think it's weird?"

"I don't know..." He was on the spot now, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck and trying not to panic and say something incredibly stupid. "It just sort of is."

"Don't be silly Johnny it's not weird," Coraline said, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he scratched his neck. Coraline only saw that when he was feeling awkward or being weird about something. "Why would it be weird? You're my best friend, why wouldn't you sleep over?"

"I don't know," he repeated miserably. He already knew that Coraline wouldn't stop. It was all just a matter of how long he could hold out.

"So, then if you can't tell me why it's weird then you'll have to sleepover." Coraline said simply, looking at Johnny curiously before taking a step closer to him. Coraline pressed her lips together, considering her method of torture before she took his hand. "You know you can tell me, you can tell me anything."

Johnny nodded, looking down at her hand. It was only mildly easier than looking at her face. "I know. It's just... Well, I think it's something... Well, it's one of those... It's a ...sex... thing probably."

It would have been so much easier to say if his voice hadn't gone all weird and squeaky when he came to the actual word.

Edited 2012-10-02 20:49 (UTC)

"Oh... really? With me?" Coraline asked looking at Johnny curiously. They might have been thinking about things but well, Johnny had never really said sex before. That was new. And she wasn't quite sure how having a sleepover with your boyfriend led to sex but maybe it did. "Have you seen my pyjamas they're not very... well, they have baby ducks on them Johnny. I'm pretty sure you can't have um... sex when you wear baby duck pyjamas. I think it's a rule. Besides all I want to do is watch movies and sprawl out on... with you and stay up late. That's it."