Two Insane Idiots

part 33

Sharky awoke the morning after his high with a huge headache. His mouth felt dry and he could feel himself needing to throw up at any moment. Sharky propped himself up on the bed with an arm, looking around to see if Collin was here. But when he looked, he was seriously confused.

Sharky rubbed his eyes and attempted to widen them. Was he hallucinating? There were some sort of shelves around the room, connected to different places for an animal to climb. Scratching posts and toys were in their own little area and a new small cupboard on the floor which Sharky had guessed had things like cat food and litter in them.

Sharky was utterly confused. He didn't own a cat? Neither did Collin. Well, not one that he knew of, so why the heck was there all these cat things in the room all of a sudden?

What happened whilst he was high?!

Sharky got up from his bed, and went searching for his clothes. He was naked, which wasn't a surprise to him anymore. Most days he woke up undressed anyways. Sure, it did scare him knowing what would go on in the night. But it was almost like he'd already gotten used to it. Sharky guessed it had something to do with his family being so roughed up.

He pulled his boxers on, which he found under the bed and his joggers which were already on the bed. His shirt had been ripped down the back so Sharky figured he'd get a new one later when he showered.

Sharky got up and walked over to where the new additions to his room had been made. He knelt down and opened up the little closet to see what was inside. And, not to Sharky's surprise, there were packets of wet cat food, dry cat food, treats, cat milk and other things that a cat would eat. All stuffed into one small cupboard.

"I don't get it..." Sharky muttered to himself, glancing over at the pile of cat toys. What could possibly be the reason there were all these cat things around?

Sharky made no movement when he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Good evening, dear." Collin said brightly.

Sharky looked back at Collin in confusion. "Evening?"

"Yeah, it's 6PM."

"Huh?!" Sharky turned his whole body towards Collin. What was he talking about?! He'd just woken up, why was it already that late?!

"Ah I suppose you slept in rather late." Collin said with a smile. "That happens after your first time getting high."

"Fuck..." Sharky didn't even realise he'd slept so much. He was still tired too! "Sorry." He added with a whisper, assuming Collin would be mad about this.

"Oh it's quite alright. I can have my fun with you either way, awake or asleep." Collin laughed.

The statement alone made Sharky feel like throwing up. Collin was so insanely disgusting, Sharky would never have believed it was his childhood friend if it weren't for the fact that they looked completely alike.

"Are we getting a cat..?" Sharky asked quietly.

"What, you don't remember? Hm, I guess you wouldn't. Yes, Shar I've gotten you a cat."

"Why?" Was Sharky's only question.

"Because you said you were lonely? Because I felt like doing something nice for you? Does it matter why? I'm getting you a friend like you asked so shut it with the questions and be grateful." Collin said, getting rather annoyed with all the questions.

"I don't want it anymore." Sharky decided to go against his high-self's wishes. He wasn't sure what was going through his head when he asked for the cat but he just knew it wouldn't work out well.