Summary: Young Tiny!Evan has a nightmare and seeks comfort from his friend. For 700+ followers.

Words: 854

A/N: This was just a quick cute thing I wanted to write idk. Also I have no idea what to title this lol.

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Evan bolted up, panting hard, already crying. He sniffed, wiping his eyes and nose with the sleeve of his blue pajamas.

He’d been having nightmares for the past three nights, and he didn’t know why. All he knew was that he hated it.

Quietly as he could, he crawled out of bed and tiptoed out into the hall of his tiny home. He tilted an ear toward his mother’s room and waited for a few seconds. No sound.

He wasn’t going to go to her room. He knew she was still very sad after his daddy left them some weeks ago, and he didn’t want to bother her. Besides, she seemed really tired after coming back from work, so she probably needed a lot of sleep tonight. He slowly made his way to the front door, and out into the giant hallway of the Kleinman household.

His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness somewhat, but that didn’t make the walk any less terrifying. He was tiny, and anything could happen as he made his way down the hall, but he pushed forward. Seven-year-olds were supposed to be brave and strong.

He finally made it to the giant bedroom. The door was closed, but he was small enough to crawl underneath and get inside. He could see the almost full moon shine through the huge window on the other side, its light landing on the lump in the crooked blanket, most of it hanging off of the side and onto the floor. He took a deep breath and climbed up. He was good at climbing, so it didn’t take too long.

He ran across the mattress and up to the sleeping figure. He went up to his face, able to feel his slow breathing as he was curled up under the part of the blanket that wasn’t hanging off the edge.

“Jared,” Evan whispered a little loudly, pushing on his nose. Jared only responded by trying to curl up more. “Jared!” Evan called out louder, pushing the tip of his nose again.

Jared opened his eyes, squinting a bit. “Evan?” he mumbled sleepily. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, though not bothering to grab his glasses from his nightstand. “Why are you here? It’s like… night time right now.”

“Well, um…” Evan played with the sleeve of his pajamas. “I just wanted… I just wanted to say hi?” He wasn’t sure how to explain his nightmare. Besides, it was just a dumb dream, right?

Jared groaned lightly, flopping back onto the pillow, Evan unable to stand from the movement and falling onto the mattress. “Couldn’t you do that in the morning?” the larger boy asked, his voice muffled as he buried his face into his pillow.

“Um, actually, no…” Evan replied, crawling a bit closer to his face. “I… I kind of had a bad dream…”

Jared looked to him, worry in his eyes. “Like… bad bad dream?” he asked with concern.

“Like scary bad dream,” Evan told him, scooting closer.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Jared used one hand to cover Evan from behind a bit, the way both boys have seen his mother do so when calming down the smaller one.

Evan shook his head, trying to push the memory of the nightmare away. No, he’d rather not say anything about it.

“Well, you can sleep here with me if you want,” Jared offered with a small smile, his missing tooth showing. “It can be like a sleepover!”

Evan smiled, moving closer. “Yeah, I like that!” he said, lying down on his side.

Jared adjusted the blanket so that it could cover both of them as they slept. “Good night, Evan,” he said softly, closing his eyes again.

“Wait!” Evan called out.

Jared frowned, opening his eyes once more. “What is it now?” he asked, though he didn’t sound too annoyed.

“Um…” He fidgeted with his small hands, biting his lip a bit. “Thank you, for uh… for letting me sleep here and not… not thinking I’m a baby or something…”

“You’re my best friend,” Jared replied quietly. “Of course you can sleep here. Besides, you’re not a baby, ‘cause you’re smaller than a baby.”

“But there are also tiny babies that are smaller than me.”

“You’re tiny, but not a tiny baby.” Jared smiled, poking his tiny friend gently on his tiny belly.

Evan giggled from the poke, scooting closer to his friend, about an inch from Jared’s face.

The larger boy crossed his eyes a bit, trying to get a good look at Evan. “Now can we sleep? My eyes hurt doing this.”

Evan laughed. “Yeah, we can sleep now.” He curled up a bit, feeling comfort as Jared held his hand protectively over him. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

And both boys slept peacefully, until the next morning, when they both got in trouble for not telling Heidi that Evan was going to be sleeping in Jared’s room. The tiny boy made a mental note that next time he had a nightmare, he would let his mom know where he was going to go before she freaked out again.