Do you know how hard it is to it three people on a twin sized bed?

Well, at the moment, I only have my left arm covered with blanket while Josh and Tyler hog the blanket, Tyler straddling Josh with his head on the drummer's chest and his arms pulling in the blanket.

I pull at the blanket but Josh only tugs it closer.

I frown.

And I tug it more.

Josh tugs it all the way away so I have no blanket whatsoever.

I sigh in frustration and prop myself up on my elbows.

"Jooooooosh."

Nothing.

I growl and poke my boyfriend's face, making him groan and brush my finger away grumpily.

"Shut up, Tyler."

I glare at him.

And I slap him.

"Tyler what the—" josh opens his eyes, throwing Tyler off of him but lets out a puff of air when he sees me, "Shit."

"Go sleep on the goddamn couch, Josh," I growl, "find your own damn blanket."

He rolls his eyes but finally sighs. Getting up and flexing his muscles (thinking he could get the best of me) before heading out the bedroom.

Tyler chuckles a little, getting into bed and letting me straddle him.

"You're such an asshole, Patrick."

"I know."

(A ship I dislike + patrick = 3tp)