Intoxicating // dnf (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

TW: mature language

The sun has finally set, the street lights were on. Lights from cars passing by entered the windows of the dorm room. The television was on a channel that was showing an action movie.

"My nails aren't dried yet.", Karl complains. His nails were painted black and purple.

George looks at his nails that were painted blue and white. He admired the color blue, it was his favorite color, since it was the only color he could clearly see. Both him and Karl were colorblind, maybe that's the reason why they grew closer.

"Mine are almost dry.", George continuously blows on the paint for it to dry quicker.

"These take forever to dry.", George turns over to lay on his stomach.

"I know.", Karl agrees, "But I still love painting my nails. It's fun."

"True. I guess mine are now dry.", George slowly touches the paint and it was dry. "I'll go get some water real quick."

"Okay, get me one too please.", Karl says while blowing on his nails.

George walks to the kitchen's cupboards. He opens and gets two glasses, he fills them both up with water. He drinks his water before giving Karl's, but while he was drinking, a notification popped up on his phone that was on the kitchen island.

He grabs his phone and sits on one of the stools before opening it.

Unknown number?

He enters his password and opens the messaging app.

The text said, "Hello"

Strange..I never given anyone my number, not that I know of.

He ignores it and walks back to the living room, handing out the glass of water to Karl.

"Thank you.", Karl chugs the water.

"Damn. You're thirsty.", George comments.

"Thirsty for de-"

"Don't. Even finish it.", George covers Karl's mouth as Karl struggles to speak.

Another notification rings through George's phone.

George uncovers Karl's mouth, "Blah, why did you put your dirty hands on my mouth.", Karl wipes his mouth with a tissue.

"Shut up.", George smiles while opening his phone.

"Why did you leave me on read:(", the text read.

"Who keeps texting you?", Karl asks in a teasing tone.

"It's just those spam emails.", George lies, hoping Karl will take the bait.

"Oh..okay. Yeah I get those too, it's best if you get rid of them.", Karl advices as he pops another chip on his mouth.

"Yeah.", George doesn't exactly know who's texting him, but he decides to ask the unknown number who it was.

"Guess"

Idiot. George stands up and walks to his bedroom.

"You going to bed already?", Karl asks while his attention was still on the television, watching a reality show.

"Yeah. I'm tired.", George fakes a yawn.

"Alright. Sleep well.", Karl smiles at George then brings his attention back at the show. Karl didn't think much of it since George does sleep quite a lot.

"Good night.", George goes inside his room and locks it. He lays on his bed with the phone on his hand. He adjusts the pillow so that he would be laying on his bed comfortably.