Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Nocturnal Pt.2

The house felt more haunting during the nighttime. Its dark hallways echoing from the occasional floor creak as the house settled and spirits roamed. The others were fast asleep in their beds. Some would say tonight was the most serene one ever seen within these walls, which meant the soundproof panels worked better than I'd thought. Kyle and I were still awake in my room, listening to Daft Punk while we enjoyed the vibes. I sat on the bed, swaying as 'Get Lucky' blared through my radio. Although, I would've preferred hearing Pharrell's vocals more than Kyle's over the music. These were my favorite moments as I laughed at Kyle while he danced and sang to me.

"We've come so far to give up who we are, so let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars," he belted, holding his hand out for me to grab.

When I took his hand in mine, he pulled up from the bed, grabbing my waist as he continued to dance and sing to me.

"She's up all night to the sun. I'm up all night to get some. She's up all night for good fun. I'm up all night to get lucky," he sang.

"Those lyrics must truly speak to you right now," I joked.

Kyle smiled as he continued to sway to the music.

"Oh, they are. I'm actually about to get lucky right now," he replied.

He released his grip on me and danced to one of the sponged panels on the wall. Like an idiot, he pretended the soft cushions were boobs as he squeezed them, nodding and winking at me while he did. He never acted this way in front of the others. Kyle was a goofball and never failed to make me smile as I laughed at him and sat down on my sheets.

"I need to get some of these for my room next," Kyle joked.

"Could you, like not, grope my wall? That's gotta be illegal somewhere," I chuckled.

"Jealous much," he kidded.

"As if! Jeez, you can take the boy out of the frat, but you can't take the frat out of the boy," I teased, making a flipping motion with my hand. "No matter if the bus flips."

Kyle gave a slight head nod as he sucked his teeth. His mouth stretched into a grin he was trying to hold back.

"I have to be honest, Y/n, you got me there," Kyle acknowledged.

His eyes shifted to my pillows before he rushed to my bed, grabbing a pillow and swinging it at me. His first attack missed me by a foot at least. I cackled at his terrible aim while he shook his head at himself. Thankfully, he aspired to be an engineer in college and not a sports player. I let my guard down as I continued to laugh at him. He swung again, and I didn't have time to dodge the fluffy attack as I fell back onto my other pillows. He chuckled as I sat back up with my mouth open.

"Hey, that was a cheap shot," I giggled.

"That's what you get. Make all the jokes you want, but you won't make those anymore when I hop on another bus," Kyle teased.

"Even if that one flipped, I could revive you again," I reminded.

His smile dropped as he blinked, squinting his eyes until he remembered I was a necromancer. I'd won this round again. Defeated, he plopped onto the bed. He sat closer to me than I'd expected him to. I could see every detail on his face I'd never noticed before. He had a cute little scar on his face that was still healing from the flip; I observed the mole on his nose before Zoe ever did and she used to date him, so it surprised me I'd never noticed the gash under his eye. I paid too much attention to my favorite zombie friend, but now my senses seemed heightened. Kyle's face softened as I continued to stare at the scar.

"What?" Kyle questioned.

I raised my hand to his pale face and rubbed my thumb against the scar underneath his eye. Kyle stiffened as he felt my fingertips against his soft face, but relaxed as he watched me. His coffee eyes fixated on me while I marveled at him. We talked about death a lot since he was undead, but I'd never asked him about his experience in full. I knew about how he died, why he died, how he'd gotten revived, but I never learned about how it made him feel. It must've been hard returning to a world he escaped before.