The Sound of Her Name | Noodle x Female Reader

(Y/N) let herself wake up, breathing in the area around her . . . And . . . feeling whatever she clung onto. Her eyes parted, curious as to what she had her arm wrapped around in comfort and couldn't help but jump, startled. Beside her lay Noodle sound asleep the opposite way. Why the fuck were they- Oh, that's right.

Noodle had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the washroom and (Y/N) carefully got down, avoiding the squeaky ladder as best as she could. When they came back, she realized she'd have to wake up the rest of the camp to get into her bunk. "Just sleep here, (Y/N)~chan," Noodle whispered. (Y/N) thought it would be a little strange to sleep in the same bunk as her crush when they have their own, but . . . I mean, she wasn't gonna pass up this opportunity to be closer to Noodle.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)~chan?" Noodle asked as (Y/N) got up from under the sheets. She swung her head back to see her friend crawl back up to her own bunk, not caring about all the noise she was making. The nervous girl whipped her head around to see if anybody saw the two in that position in the dark, but luckily she hadn't woken anybody up to see. The bell hadn't rung yet, so thankfully the cabin wouldn't wake up to see them together. Especially how (Y/N) was spooning Noodle in their sleep. "You alright?" Noodle whispered, looking up at (Y/N)'s bunk.

"Yeah . . . It's fine, I just didn't want people to see us like that. They might make fun of us more or something . . ."

"What's wrong with hugging in the same bunk?" Noodle questioned, seeming to grow more sorrowful in her words. She was so innocent it tasted nearly bittersweet.

"N-nothing, Noods. Some people just think it's a romantic thing," (Y/N) said. She wished she could hold Noodle again. She'd do anything for the moment to endlessly repeat. But . . . Y'know, some people usually retrieved romantic vibes from seeing somebody spooning another person in their sleep. She didn't want anybody to get suspicious, even if she was never gonna see them again. She didn't want to risk pulling Noodle down with her like she already has, even if Noodle didn't seem to mind that much.

"But I thought you said we wouldn't care about what others think," Noodle argued. It felt as if she was beginning to feel bothered by the situation now. Why, though? (Y/N) couldn't picture any reason for Noodle to be upset; they were simply retiring to their own bunks, which they do every night. She didn't blame Noodle, though, she did say they shouldn't care about other's meaningless judgements. It was just harder by the second, though, to figure out if you were going to risk outing yourself or simply more comfortable playing it safe.

"I know, Noodle, I just . . . I-I can't tell you why." Noodle kept quiet and (Y/N) heard her shuffle under the blankets from below, immediately feeling guilty. Why couldn't she just say the right things?

Hours later, Sunday's sun has risen. It was the final day of camp and (Y/N) counted herself throw up internally at least five times from being so nervous. She knew that her presentation with Noodle was decent enough to be performed; the two were prepared and Noodle seemed confident enough to play her part, but it didn't stop (Y/N)'s anxiety from increasing dramatically. She hoped being up with Noodle would make her feel better, but then again, she seemed upset earlier that day. She wondered if they're friendship was in an alright enough spot at the moment to perform peacefully. (Y/N) really hoped it was, she hated thinking about Noodle in a bad mood; especially if it was caused by her.

When the bell had rung in the morning, (Y/N) sat up in her bunk, immediately leaning over to see Noodle sound asleep in her bunk. As the human body usually does, her mouth was slightly open, her chest rising up and down as she inhaled and exhaled the stuffy cabin air. Her bangs her falling to the side of her face she lay on, showing her shut eyes.