~Frank/Fun Ghoul's POV~
My face heats and I shuffle back a little bit. Okay, that's total bullshit. I don't do jack, because I feel too good in Poison's arms. Yeah, I know, you're probably fuckin' swooning now, aren't you? Yeah, that's what I thought. Well, swoon away, because to be honest, I'm not ashamed to say that I just smile into his chest.
"Ghoul?" I look up. He sounds scared, as though I would be mad or some other stupid shit. I don't think I could really be mad at him for being gay, I mean, that would be ridiculously hypocritical of me, y'know?
"Yeah, Poison?" He's chewing on his lip nervously. It's rather a bad habit. I had to cut it out when I got my lip ring a few years ago. Then a few months ago they were banned, and I was pissed. I kept a retainer in for as long as I could, but they eventually caught on and I just haven't been able to bite my lip without missing it in a small part of my mind. My nose ring was the same deal, only I was more into that one than my lip ring, which makes the small somewhat scarred-over hold in my right nostril a memory.
"Why're you... afraid of them? Spiders, I mean." I shudder involuntarily and back away, immediately feeling cold air take the place of what was once in contact with Poison's warm skin.
"I... It's just... It's always been a... a thing. I don't really remember anything bad happening to make me afraid, I just- I always have been..." He nods and pats my shoulder.
"I know how you feel, I've always been afraid of needles for the same reason." I smile. At least I'm not alone in the whole I-Don't-Know-Why-I'm-Afraid-Of-What-I'm-Afraid-Of thing. Which was always a reassuring thing to me.
That night, as I'm laying on a beat-up mattress with Poison-in a different room; no way in Hell was I sleeping in the damned spider room-and I'm drifting to sleep, I can feel that little voice at the back of my head talking with the other part of my brain that liked to put me down.
Dude, you're a pansy, you'll never be able to tell him. Shit, I'd be surprised if you even lived out here. Fuckin' pansy-ass motherfucker. The bad side of me cackled after that. Or it would have, had it been a real person.
Leave him alone, dude. He's only been out here for a few days, he just has to get the hang of things. He'll tell Party Poison in his own time, just watch. He's stronger than you'll ever be- hiding behind big talk when, in all actuality, you've got a small dick. I liked that part of me- the little voice. It may have been quiet, but it sure knew how to insult someone in the right time. It was definitely tougher.
What do you mean, 'tougher'!? The fuck? Have I not given you some of your best comebacks when you needed them?! The bad side demanded. I shrug, almost involuntarily. I guess that I was so used to them by now, that treating them like real people would be the best way to get over the fact I talk to myself.
Pfft, Frank, you know that you don't talk to us just to get over that. You kinda need us, buddy, because we know you better than anyone, because we are you. I sigh. The little voice is right. I turn onto my side, hoping that will shut them up so I can get some sleep, but instead I come face-to-face with Poison's peaceful, sleeping face. That just kicked the rude one up again.
Oooh, little Frankie-Ghoulie's feelings are allll mumble-jumbled in his widdle brain! It laughs again. I decide I'm gonna call this one Brian. He seems like a Brian.
Quit taunting the poor boy, dammit! At least he can get action! Unlike you! This one seems like a Robert. For short, I'll call him Bob.
'Bob and Brian, grow up and let me get sleep! You can argue when I'm not necessarily needing anything, maybe when I'm spacing out?' I think to them. They grumble and agree.
Sleeping that night was easy. Poison's rhythmic breathing lulled me deeper and deeper into unconsciousness. Which, I'll be real fuckin' honest, sounded too good to be true at that moment.
