Permafrost

Chapter Six

"This was an eventful day!" Tommy chirped, launching himself onto his bed. "I'm honestly so happy that I have a roommate now, because otherwise, this would have been another sad and boring day." The entire bed frame shook, but it didn't bother Tommy, who only spread himself out, staring at the ceiling with a sort of wistful gaze.

Purpled slid quietly into his bed like a normal human. "Yeah," he commented, smoothing out his sheets and pulling them up to his shoulders. "It was."

"Are ya gonna turn off the light?"

He groaned and stuffed his face into the pillow, as if trying to block out the fact that this was reality. But after a second of hearing nothing, he dragged himself back out and went to go turn the light off. "I hate you."

The light turned off with a flick, but he could still hear the smile when Tommy said, "Aww, I love you too"

Unimpressed, he rolled his eyes and made it back to his bed without having to carry out another mission for the other blonde, and snuggled in.

"Did you know that tomorrow's Saturday?"

"Shut up!"

The bed screeched again. "But that means we can stay up all night! Common, I barely know anything about you!"

"Likewise, but you don't hear me complaining about it." As softly as he could, Purpled pulled the blankets above his head, and relaxed in the darkness. If his roommate said anything, he wouldn't be there to hear it.

Which became a problem, not even ten seconds later, when a sudden pain exploded on his legs and lower stomach. Throwing the sheets away from him, he glared at the dark silhouette of his roommate on top of him, and shoved him away. "Why? Just—why?"

"Well I want to hang out!" he pouted, sitting in an open space on his bed. "We don't have to sleep! I wanna play two truths and a lie!"

"Fine. My name is Purpled, I love the color purple, and I love Tommy Innit. How can you guess which one is possibly a lie—"

He gasped. "Oh my gosh, you do love me! Obviously, the first one is a lie—"

"What the actual heck, no it's not, you freak. Now let me sleep."

Tommy, apparently, had selective hearing. "My turn!" he crowed, bouncing on the bed a bit. Purpled groaned. His life was quickly going down the dumps faster than he could claw out of it. "I am the youngest in my entire family, I had a pet cow named Henry, and I've also had a pet moth named Clementine."

He sighed. "I don't care. Leave. Me. Alone."

The other blonde shifted, and prodded his side with a finger. "Too bad! You're stuck with me!"

"This is probably why you didn't have a roommate before," he remarked dryly, moving around and dumping the pillow on his face. "Because you won't let them sleep."

The pillow was ripped off, to his dismay. "So now they gave me a roommate that can handle me! So, which one do you think is a lie?"

Purpled stood up, walked over to Tommy's bed half tripping over his sweaters and other things scattered around, grabbed the blanket, and walked all the way back to his side of the room, where he promptly laid down on the floor. "Night."

"Oh, come on! You can't just do that! That ground can't be comfy. You might have back aches in the morning."

. . . Which might be true, but here he already was, and he definitely wasn't going to sleep in Tommy's bed while his own was occupied. "I've had worse," he replied.