so-as authors do-i reread my fic, poyw rewrite, that i wrote in 2020. and-im not happy with it-so! i decided to revise it! just D1 tho, I'm happy with D2 and D3, so enjoy Rewrite V2~!!
This book continues into Shuffle playlist(D2) and that continues...
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warning; panic attack, schizophrenia symptoms
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"Someone turn the sun off," Harry groaned as the alarm in the dorm went off-snatching Harry right out of his sleep. It had been hard to fall asleep on the cloud known as a bed-so Harry had taken all the blankets and moved to the floor-Gil joining him soon after.
"Good morning," Gil said from above-having already woken up thanks to his body's alarm clock demanding he be up when the sun was. Harry glared up at Gil, who just smiled down at him. "it's too damn early for yer sunshine ass." Harry grumbled, taking a pillow and smacking Gil in the legs-burying his face in another pillow and hiking his leg up to go back to sleep.
"C'mon Harry, breakfast is about to be called and I wanna see what kinda eggs they have!" Gil whined, tugging at Harry's limp arm. Harry just lay there-not caring for breakfast, fake snoring as Gil pulled his upper body up and shook him. "Harrryyyy," Gil gave up after a few moments, sighing as he looked around the room.
10 minutes to breakfast, and Gil really really wanted to go eat, he was starving- running and sneaking around always made him hungry. Harry was nearly asleep when he felt himself get picked up and was suddenly blasted with cold water-that quickly turned heavenly warm.
"Gil tha' fuck?!" Harry yelped, his boxers and tank top soaked as he sat under the showerhead-glaring up at Gil who just smiled, happy he had woken Harry up. "Shower-get dressed! The body wash smells like Uma!" Gil said, the last thing mentioned as an afterthought but it very much caught Harry's attention. He groaned, standing and stripping his soaked sleep clothes, tossing them to the bathroom floor, and quickly showering.
The body wash didn't smell exactly like Uma-but it was very much the same stuff she used. (though by the time it got to the isle-it was nearly empty) It made Harry feel just a bit less homesick.
A knock at the door made Gil get up to answer it after pausing the same cartoon he had been watching the day before. Gil greeted you with a cheer and you told him it was about to be breakfast, nodding when Gil said Harry was just getting a shower and they would be there in a few.
"Cool-see you there!" With that, the door closed and Harry shut off the shower, sighing as the hot water left him. Hot water-another thing these Auradon prats kept to themselves-for the isle to even get a warm shower-it took several barrels of boiling water.
Harry towel dried his hair, walking through the dorm naked as Gil stared at the cartoon, not caring for Harry's nudity-having seen it more than once. Harry had long lost his shame-for more than one reason but he was also just comfortable with Gil. Harry shoved on a new pair of boxers and a ripped pair of black jeans.
He settled for something comfortable and casual, putting on a long-sleeved black shirt and a red flannel over it, attaching a silver chain to his belt loops, and putting on his multitude of rings. "Ye ready?" Harry asked Gil, fluffing up his hair and putting his eyeliner on as Gil nodded, already out the door by the time Harry tied his boots off.
