Endless Night Time Sky

Frank’s pov

“Ooh, tell us mooore” Marceline begged.
“No, Sara’s just really sweet.” Bob said, blushing.
I threw my hands in the air. “So you are just gonna ditch me? For your girlfriend?”
“Yes.” Bob smiled. “That is exactly what I am going to do.”
“Well, it is understandable” Marceline stated. “Take me, for example. I would rather fuck my girlfriend than play PlayStation with you, Frank. Not that I have a girlfriend, but you really suck at PlayStation.”
“Seriously? C'mon, Bob, dude, bros before hoes. What happened to that?” I asked. Was he kidding me? We had been roomies for so long.
Bob just laughed. “Frank, you’re the hoe, she’s the bro. That’s what happened.”
Marceline choked in her orange juice. Ray sat down at our table.
“Traitor.” I mumbled.
“’Sup?” Ray asked skeptically.
I just shook my head. “You seen Gerard?”
“Nope. He’s probably sleeping” Ray answered, his mouth full of cornflakes.
“Or, maybe” Marceline said in disgust, “Maybe he doesn’t want to see the contents of your breakfast mushed together in your mouth.”
“Well he asked!” Ray pointed out, mouth still full of cereal. She waved her fork in his direction, ready to say something sarcastic, when the tomato she had stuck on it fell of and rolled down on the floor.
“Just shut it and chew” she sighted.
I, on the other hand, didn't care for Ray's cornflakey mouth. I was still caught up on Gerard. “I don’t know, he just doesn’t seem like a person that sleeps this long.”
Marceline snorted. “Frank, you’ve known him for three days, you can’t know if he sleeps long on weekends or not.”
“Yeah, I know” I said absentmindedly, “But I think I’ll go wake him up or something soon.”
Bob and Ray didn’t listen, Marceline just gave me a do whatever look and sipped her orange juice.

I remembered Gerard’s room number surprisingly well from our half-drunk wanderings yesterday. When I knocked, I heard something between a groan and a hmm, and took that as confirmation that I could come in. I found Gerard sitting on the floor, reading a comic. His oversized hoodie reached him halfway up his hands. Cute.
“Good morning?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“Hey” was all he said, though he turned his attention to me. He looked pretty bad. Exhausted. As if he hadn’t slept all night.
“You sleep well?” I tried not to look worried.
He shrugged. “Not really.”
Instead of standing in the door frame, I sat down beside him.
“And why not?”
He shrugged again. “Just couldn’t sleep.”
As if that crap was true. Even I could see that there was something more. “And you aren’t gonna have any breakfast?”
“Didn’t feel hungry”
I thought for a second. “You want coffee?
He looked wonderingly at me. “Can you get coffee here?”
I laughed at his sudden interest. “C’mon, I’ll show you.”

“Oh my god, this is so good” Gerard groaned, and took another sip of his extra large coffee cup. We currently found ourselves in the third floor dorm room kitchen, which was draped with other sleazy teenagers like ourselves.
“If you think so. I must say I have tasted better coffee...”
“Yes but shut up Frank, I haven’t had a coffee in like four days.”
I raised my hands in surrender, and took a sip of my own.
“You look a little pale today, you had any blood?” I tried to ask nonchalantly, though I was a little worried that he didn’t get enough.
He flinched. Oops, he probably wasn’t used to people talking so openly about it. But he shook his head no. “Not really feeling like it.”
I sighted. Why did he do this? “Honestly, you know you need it.”
He looked at his feet. “Yes, but I just don’t like it that much.”
Lies. Of course he liked it. It was heavenly. But I guess he didn’t like the fact that it was blood. I kinda didn’t either, but I was used to it by now.
I grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the kitchen. “Come here, I’m gonna teach you something. And don’t you dare to finish your coffee.”

Standing in front of my door, the boy looked confused as heck, so I told him that this was mine and Bob’s room. When we walked in, two teens already were there, Bob and his girlfriend Sara. I had met her before, I guess at some party. No, wait; she was a friend of Marceline’s. She was really cute, short, with dark blue-green hair in a spiky pixie cut, and I guessed from her light purple eyes that she was a warlock. They were sitting on the floor together, stuffing Bob’s belongings in cardboard boxes.
I decided to greet them. “Hey Sara! Lovely to see you!”
She gave me a nod. “Hey.”
To Bob I tried to be polite. “Hey Bob you fucking traitor.”
Sara laughed. Bob just shook his head. “Lovely to see you too, Frank.” he said.
I leaned against my closet. “So I guess you two are gonna have some re-furnishing to do. Y’know, click together your beds, light some candles... Oh yeah, by the way, Sara, this is Gerard. Gerard, this is Sara. Sara, Gerard is new, be nice.”
Gerard smiled weakly at her. He still stood awkwardly by the door.
“What do you mean, I’m always nice!” Sara protested. Bob snorted. She sighted and shook her head. “I guess I’ll throw you out if you snore then.”
“Good thing I don’t, then.” he tried.
I laughed. “Um, no, you do. You snore very loudly actually.” He didn’t, but hey, let me have some fun.
I then remembered that Gerard stood in the doorframe with no idea what to do. I apologized, and showed him the mini-fridge. The two others continued packing. The fridge was filled with snacks, sodas, bottles of what looked like water but I knew were vodka, actual water, and the thing I was looking for, the precious zip-lock bags. I grabbed one and put it on top of the mini-fridge. Gerard looked surprised and, I guess, a little startled.
“Kenzie lets us keep some in case of emergencies. Truth is, I rather keep a stack up here to drink than go downstairs, and then I fill it up when needed. Now hand me your coffee.”
He did. I took of the lid. There was about 2/3rds left. Perfect.
“You see” I said while I opened the bag and filled up his cup again, “you’re a vampire, and whether you like it or not, you need blood. So well,” I put on the lid and handed it back to him. “Try it.” He looked skeptically down at the cardboard cup in his hand. “Seriously, try it, it’s gonna be delicious. Just try not to think about the blood. It’s just a new coffee flavor.”
Hesitantly he took a sip of his drink. His expression changed momentarily.
“Wow” he said. “This is really good.”
“Damn right.” I mixed my own coffee. “It’s hella good. And nutritious.” I added.
“Think we’ll be leaving then.” Bob said, his voice muffled by the boxes that went all the way up to his nose. Sara, on the other hand, carried only two.
“But” I protested, “how am I gonna survive? You know how much I hate not having a roommate”
Bob somehow managed to shrug. “Get Gerard to move in with ya or something.” He kicked the door open. “Enjoy your coffee.”
“Bye Gerard” Sara smiled.
And with that, they were out the door.

“So... Do you wanna play some PlayStation?” I asked.

Notes

yes im fine
#stillcryingbecauseofjon

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I hope the rest of the week will be nice for you all because you deserve it. And da holidayz begin next week, so yaas.

I rock dark lipstick

im tired im sorry. have a great day okay thank you