for the first time in forever

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Being an only child had had it’s number of perks, sure but it had also had a multitude of downfalls. No one to blame messes on, no one to develop a secret language with that could be used to annoy adults, insult people they mutually disliked or throw verbal daggers at one another. And the worst con of all? The loneliness. There was no built in best friend, no one to share a room with or sneak into theirs under the cover of darkness to stay up late telling dumb scary stories and there certainly wasn’t anyone who no matter if you were getting along in the moment or not, would always irrevocably have your back against the world.

Cameron had felt that loneliness on occasion from being an only child but he couldn’t feel bad for himself, not when he knew someone who had felt the same loneliness but in a far more devastatingly lonely way. Anna, one of two, part of a pair, Abrahms - the younger sister with the sibling relationship that if it went on far too long, HAD to give someone an acute case of only child syndrome no matter how many siblings they may or may not have.

Somewhere along the line, she had become a pseudo sister of sorts; nagging Cameron when he both needed it and didn’t need to hear it despite truly needing to be nagged at, teasing him ruthlessly with jests that only someone as pure as Anna could consider ruthless and worthy of ‘let me get you an ice pack for that’ follow ups, and most importantly, they looked out for each other like siblings would.

Cameron didn’t even know the full extent of her relationship with her older sister, it was mostly assuming on his end from the small insight she had given him here and there and the fact he never saw them together much or heard of any sisterly antics from Anna’s mouth. Plus, someone with that much sisterly pest built up couldn’t have had much of an outlet for it. But he didn’t need to. Even if her and Elsa had a great relationship that he didn’t know about, that wouldn’t or couldn’t change the fact that Anna was like a sister to him.

A sister with cold toes and the notoriety of kicking off her socks before clambering into Cam’s bed whenever she stayed the night at his apartment. That and the fact she loved letting his dog cram up onto the bed as well. Cameron took up enough room without two of his favorite space hogs doing what they did best.

“Touch me again with those feet and you’ll wake up looking like a Bratz doll.” He threatened after Anna had snuck a toe to the back of his leg for the fifth time in less minutes. “And YOU!” Swatting where the dog lay smushed to his chest, his voice was grumpy but his deepset dimples were showing. “Breathe that stinky dog breath in my face again and you’re both sleeping on the floor.”

send ‡ for my muse’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with them.

Anna - in her uncanny way - had managed to not only clog up one of the tavern’s sinks but lose her keys in the process in just one comically slow motion trip that had resulted with her keys down the drain and the girl needing a place to crash. Why Vidia had volunteered to let her stay the night at her place was beyond her the moment she had asked - further beyond her when Anna had instantly launched into a spiel about all of the super near sleepover things they could do!!!!! - but she had and she wasn’t one to go back on her word. Vidia had even suffered through ( admitting she enjoyed their night would clearly totally ruin her reputation, duh ) the long list of things that supposedly people did at sleepovers.

It had been so long since she had been to the Hollywood type of slumber parties in her youth and honestly, they were all but forgotten so she took Anna’s word for it that yes, this goop was for her face and that one was for the chips…and hadn’t even strangled her when she had heard the girl then whisper ‘or was it the other way around’

Movies had been watched, weird sounding, gross looking yet delicious tasting snack combos from the internet had been dared and despite the denial should anyone ask - some giggles had been shared.

In a town full of vampires, werewolves and people who ate Oreos as a whole and not as two cookies and THEN the combined pile of the true reason people even bought Oreo’s in the first place white filling, Anna - Vidia had to admit - was completely harmless. Innocent even.

So when she heard her door open and her name whispered, she had only let out a groan and moved over, another groan coming when Anna nearly canonballed herself onto her bed. She had set her up in a guest room but…as the redhead snuggled in and Vidia’s arm became a vice gripped teddy bear, Vidia wasn’t AS overjoyed at the mental reminder that the plumber would be waiting for her at the Den when it opened.

— Maybe sometimes, the best part of a sleepover didn’t HAVE to be the over part.

— but only SOMETIMES.