Lake Aria

~ Chapter One ~

- LEO -
"Get up asshole, we're gonna be late." Dalton says in his singsong voice, he knows pisses me off. Not to mention the fact I'm being woken up at 6 fucking 15 in the morning. Screw College. Don't go. If only someone told me that two years ago. They didn't.

"Shut up Dal, I'm not going!" I yell back in a not so cheery voice. Next thing I know, my doors almost flung into outer space and a very mad looking Dalton enters. I'm not exactly small myself, standing at 5ft 9 but keep in mind Daltons 6ft and I'm currently lying down so he's pretty bloody intimidating to say the least. I sit up and groan preparing myself for his well known wrath.

"I'm sorry. What now?!" He's not in a good mood today by the sounds of it...well sucks for him cause neither am I. "Do you have the capability to hear, cause I didn't exactly whisper it you twat." Dal rolled his eyes in a very dramatic but Dalton-like manner.

"Yes I heard you, I'm not deaf but-" I cut him off and mumbled, " Sure you're not." Apparently he heard cause next thing I know I have water on my head and the glass on my bedside table is empty. Great. Now I'm tired, agitated and cold. Thanks Dal you dick. "Get up Leo, before I return with a bucket and ice." With most people I would shrug that off as an over exaggeration. Never with Dal, trust me he's serious...as I found out the hard way.
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When I was in my first year of college he wanted to go to a party and I stupidly agreed and tagged along. Then the fucker tried to get me to play beer pong. This I smartly refused. What wasn't so smart was me ignoring his threat. His exact words were; "Come on, shithead, just play with me." That earned a few giggles from onlooking girls. " If you don't I'll put a spider in your bed!" I still refused and shook my head. Then Dal proceeded to walk around the room - well more like stumble and crash into furniture whilst making his way around - trying to find and grab invisible spiders.

I took this as my sign to get him home and away from the drinks and people. Sure enough I went to sleep the next night and there was a massive spider in. my. bed. It's safe to say I take everything he says seriously now.
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A second later I heard ice clanking into something plastic. Shit. Ice. Bucket. Fuck. I leapt out of bed - almost giving myself whiplash - and sprinted into the bathroom, promptly locking the door behind me just in time to hear Dal enter my room. " Ohhh sleeping dickhead your gorgeous prince in shining uniform is here, rise and shine!" He sang in a menacing voice. " Fuck off Dal, I'm up for christs sake." I groaned, cursing the universe for pairing me with a complete twat of a roommate and best friend.

Once the ice bucket maniac had retreated to the kitchen, I started getting dressed and ready for class. When I looked somewhat presentable I headed down to the kitchen to see and unfortunately hear Dalton singing 'Dancing Queen' by Abba at the top of his lungs, standing on the kitchen island using a wooden spoon as a microphone. He's brought up the idea of buying a real microphone so many times now, it's the only thing he's said that hasn't been turned into reality...yet, and dear lord Jesus, Mary and Joseph please let it stay that way!

I power off the speaker and Dal mutters something under his breath that I didn't quite catch. "I'm sorry what was that?" I question, soon dreading it. " I said, ABBA KILLER!" He shouts back. "I'm not an 'Abba Killer' -whatever the fuck that is - I just had to stop your screeching before my ears bled and I died." I retorted confidently, but of course he had a petty-ass comeback. " At least if you bled out people could listen to the best musicians to ever exist." He backfires, huffing like a 6 year old being denied a cookie.

If me and Dal weren't best friends this would have concerned me but at this point it was normal. "I have nothing against Abba, Dal. I just think it's a bit fucking early for your concerts no one asked for." I said with a sigh. "Fine then if you're not an Abba Killer then say they're the best musicians to ever exist-" I scoffed, " Dal I'm not going to say tha-" Dal cut me off. " and, Mama Mia should be the only movie we watch in this house!" With a grin he folds his arms staring at me, waiting for my answer.

"Nah fuck that." I reply laughing whilst grabbing my bag and keys, heading towards the door. "ABBA KILLER!" Dal yells looking astonished, gripping the left side of his chest acting as if I've shot him right through the heart. Dramatic bastard. "Come on asshole, we'll be late." I look back but Dal hasn't moved. Oh god no...fuck. my. life. " Fine. Fine, Abba are the best musicians ever." I say sounding as unimpressed as humanly possible. "And.." Dal pushes. " And, Mama Mia should be the only movie we watch in this house."

Dal grins ear to ear. I sigh and walk out towards the parking lot getting into my black Jeep, Dal hot on my heels. Of course nothings easy with him. Due to his little sulking session he forgot his bag and is currently running back towards the dorms and doing a terrible job as he's fallen on his face multiple times. Just fucking brilliant.
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Leo and Daltons friendship might be my favourite. Their humour is everything. I hope you enjoyed how I portrayed them. Their scenes will be some of the funniest, that's for sure. Let me know what you think of this chapter :)x