The Angel and the Fairies

Chapter 28

Angel never expected to be woken up by his roommate freaking out and mumbling but, well, here he was and there Moses was mumbling to himself. "What now?" He groaned, throwing his comforter off of him and sitting up in bed. "It's four in the morning. Why are you up?"

"Didn't sleep." Moses mumbled as he paced around the small room, eyes wide and hair frizzy. "I fucked up, bro. I fucked up bad."

"Stop." Angel raised a hand, preemptively stopping the lengthy explanation the other was about to give. "Is it life or death?"

"Well-"

"Is. It. Life. Or. Death?"

"No? Not really, I guess, but-"

Angel scowled at him, and he felt slightly pleased at the way Moses recoiled at his glare. "Then it can wait two more hours when we're supposed to be awake."

Moses nodded slowly. "Right. Note to self," He mumbled, settling on his own bed. "Husband is not a morning person."

"If you don't shut up, we're getting a divorce."

His mouth closed with an audible click, and he pulled his comforter over his head as if the action would protect him from his husband/roommate. He thought he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, what with his thoughts racing, but he found himself nodding off, only to awoken by a pillow being thrown in his face three hours later. "I'm keeping this." He declared, sticking his tongue out at his roommate.

Angel rolled his eyes from where he was toweling his hair dry, already dressed and ready to go for the day. "What freaked you out so badly that you didn't fucking sleep and woke me up at the ass crack of dawn?"

"Oh, god." Moses' eyes widened as he remembered what transpired the day prior when he was left without supervision. "Janine wanted to show me some of her songs and shit, so naturally I said yes and went over to the music studio. Apparently, there's going to be a competition or whatever for some bands and it's, like, this big thing."

"It is." Angel nodded, already knowing the information because he, too, was a music major like Janine. "Skip to the part where you fucked up."

"Right, okay, so this guy was trying to sell some tickets for this performance or whatever that he wanted to do so his band could practice, and he asked me if I'd help give some away. I said yes because I wanted to be kind, but he gave me 112 to sell and I don't know what to do!"

Angel was silent for a moment as he processed the word vomit that came out of Moses. "...Okay. How many have you sold so far?"

Moses smiled sheepishly, wringing his hands together. "...Twelve?"

His roommate said something in French but it didn't sound nice, so Moses didn't bother asking for the translation. "Give me the tickets."

"Why? You can't destroy them!"

"I'm not going to- For fucks sake, just give them to me!" Angel made a pleased noise when Moses did as he was told but the brown-haired man had only done it because the other startled him.

Moses watched as he casually flipped through the stack and said "huh, there really is a hundred" as if he didn't just count the stack of paper in less than ten seconds. He kind of wanted to punch him for it. "What're you going to do with them?"

Angel gave him a weird look. "Sell them? You think I want to keep these? You clearly suck at being an extrovert, but I know a few people that'll take some. When's the performance?"

"Um... Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Angeles repeated, deadpanned, and the tone alone made Moses want to hide in a hole. "Alright, that's it, tell everyone I'm skipping."