I'm Better With You

Chp. 10 Mediocre Nightmares

Randy stood before the cursed fortune teller that ruined his god damned life. He gulped as his scarred hands curled into fists, looking up at the flashing purple lights. He gripped the hammer that hung loosely from his right hand.

Randy stared down Madame Mediocre, looking directly into her crystal ball head. He started to sweat a bit as he took slow steps towards the demon, his knuckles turning white from gripping the thing he planned to use to end it.

He jumped as Madame Mediocre started to scream at him, lights flashing violently. His heart sank as he heard the words that ruined him forever:

"YOUR FUTURE IS FORFEIT, YOU WILL DIE ALONE AND MISERABLE, GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

Over and over and over, louder and louder. It never ended. Randy wanted to cry as he shook the machine, hammer long forgotten. He heard it creak as it started to tilt.

Madame Mediocre slammed into Randy.

Randy shot up in a cold sweat, tears already rolling down his phone head. When had he fallen asleep?

Oliver mumbled something as he awoke too. They both had fallen asleep at the dining table as Oliver edited.

Randy held his bandaged head, now trying to suppress loud sobs. He shook violently as Oliver hurriedly noticed and held him.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, man," Oliver tried, "I'm here, Randy, I'm here."

Randy fell into Oliver's arms as he sobbed into his body, clutching the man for dear life. He had relived those memories so many times you'd think he'd get used to it but it only got worse every time.

He felt Oliver's soft hands caress his back gently as his thoughts were filled of nothing but that thing. He held Oliver close to him. Randy couldn't loose him too, not to that cursed machine, not again.

They stayed sitting in those chairs for who knows how long, Randy slowly calming down and Oliver being there every step of the way.

Randy eventually pulled away, sniffling as he rubbed his screen. His phone head was wet from tears as he looked at Oliver. Oliver used a hand to wipe away a tear that had started rolling down.

"Hey, what happened, man?" Oliver asked in a soft voice.

"N-nothing just a n-nightmare.." Randy said in a small voice, looking away from Oliver.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"N-not really.."

"Alright, if you ever change your mind I'm here for you, okay Randy?" Oliver said as he cupped his hands on the bottom corners of Randy's Nokia head.

Randy simply nodded as he sniffled once more. He realized this was becoming a very common occurrence and he couldn't tell if he hated or enjoyed it. On one hand be cried in front of Oliver but on the other he got Oliver to comfort him. It kinda evened out, he guessed.

Thunder suddenly shook the apartment as Randy pulled Oliver into a tight hug.

"Th-thank you, Oliver."

"For e-everything."

"No problem, man," Oliver said gently as he returned the hug.

***

They had at some point fell back asleep in each other's arms, rain still beating at the apartment window softly. Randy tried to move out from Oliver's arms but was just pulled back by a half-asleep Oliver. Randy laughed quietly, trying to ignore the growing redness he felt spreading across his face.

"O-Oliver, it's time t-to get up," Randy said as he gently pat his back.

Oliver groaned as he clung to Randy more, "mmm five more minutes..."