How to kill a poet

Chapter 3

Even at three AM on a thursday Bryon lied awake pondering. Two days ago his friends turned down his brilliant idea. At Lerwicks everything was familiar. The weeks passed and nothing exciting seemed to happen. Days were spend in class and afternoons mostly in his dorm.
He could only live so much through Blair's 'must-read' novels that he borrowed when the boredom got too sickening. He was halfway through Frankenstein and though he liked it it was becoming clear that he needed some more action in his life. Fortunately he had a plan. He was going to bring his idea to life no matter what his friends said and it all started with Connor.

Bryon crawled out of his bunk. He staggered toward Connor's bed where he stood on the edge of the bottom bunk.

'Psst, Connor,' Bryon Whispered.

Connor didn't move a muscle, He kept snoring contentedly wrapped in his duvet.

'Connor!' Bryon breathed raising his voice

His friend groaned and twitched. His blonde hair was a mess and he looked nothing like the gathered boy Bryon knew.

'Connor,' Bryon tried again.

This time Connor heaved a Startled breath through his nose and his eyes flew open. He turned to look at Bryon.

'Is it morning?' he mumbled.

'No,' Bryon said.

'Huh? What time is it then?'

Bryon considered lying but ended up not doing so.

'Three AM.'

'Go to bed,' Connor growled.

'I have to ask you something.'

'Surely it can wait until tommorow morning,' Connor insisted, turning his back to Bryon.

'But tommorow morning you won't be tired.'

Connor mumbled something that sounded like 'hos dad a bard thig'

'Then you'll say no,' Bryon said.

'So you're abusing my tiredness?' Connor asked. He sighed heavily.

'Yes, to get my way,' Bryon admitted 'now litsen.'

Connor buried his face in his pillow, rubbing his eyes. He looked at Bryon, his hair sheilding his eyes.

'What?' he mouthed, dropping his face to his pillow with another sigh.

'Regarding the poetry situ-'

'You're still thinking about that?'

'Just let me finish, okay?' Bryon spoke with haste. If Connor wasn't tired he wouldn't give in.

'okay.'

'I haven't been able to get it off my mind-'

'clearly.'

'Connor shut up! As i was saying i haven't been able to get it off my mind. I really think that if we were to go ahead with this it would truly be fun.' Don't tell me you aren't atleast a little curious.'

'No Bryon, i actually am not and you didn't have to wake me up for this.'

Bryon was determined. He was going to do this, with or without his friends but he would prefer to do it with them.

'Just litsen to me!'

'I did! Why does this matter so much to you? it's just some poetry. None of us have any experience with poetry.'

'Yes we do.'

'Okay, maybe we have experience with poetry but not with writing it. Just move on and let me sleep for Pete's sake, I'm exhausted.'