Sometimes

Gabriel

I am fucking exhausted. 

How people think they can get away with half the shit they try is beyond me. Like I'd forget the directions I gave just last week, give your head a shake Dan! 

So, I obviously had to waste what could have been free time on directing them, again, on the colour scheme. In what world would I ever suggest a brown and yellow color scheme for any backdrop of any show? In what world? I was just on my way home when North called asking for a ride. I couldn't exactly tell him no, especially since he leant me one of the shop cars while mine is being fixed, but anyway. 

I pick him up from the shop and he practically collapses into the seat, making the entire car shake. He nods in acknowledgement and rests his head against the head rest. 

"What's up with you?" I ask by way of greeting, getting onto the main road. It's not entirely busy, the roads will be mostly clear until all the stores start to close around 9:00 pm tonight. 

"Long day." He huffs, running a hand over his face for good measure. He starts typing a little something on his phone before tucking it away into his pocket and leaning his chin on his chest.  

"I hear you, where the hell are we going?" Driving aimlessly along the road is not my idea of a good time, especially while my bed is calling my name and he won't be conscious for too long. 

"The University." He mumbles before effectively falling asleep. I'm honestly always surprised how easily he can crash. I mean, I'm not, not really, because he basically runs on fumes for the most part. Us mere mortals need at least 4 hours a day, I've seen him go on 48 hours, the guy's a machine. I've only ever seen Corey come close to his ease in staying awake, his total ability to lock onto a problem is impressive. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever actually seen Mr. Blackbourne sleep. Huh. 

The University is, for the most part, void of the usual foot traffic I've seen when I've picked Kota up in the past. He'd mentioned exams were ongoing and come to think of it he has been reading a whole lot more... but the lack of people is eerie. Like something out of Nathan's horror movies type of eerie. It's just missing a weird radio announcement or rolling mist. I surreptitiously check that the locks are down just for curiosity's sake and pull over and just... wait, I guess. Kota's car must've finally died. North is probably here to gloat, he's been trying to convince him for the past six months that the car is well past its prime, but Kota refused to listen. "It's a perfectly good car!" 

Perfectly good for a garbage heap. I chuckle to myself, before leaning back against my head rest and start banging my thumbs on the steering wheel in tune with the song in my head, it isn't exactly the same without the actual music, but North is still out and I don't want to be completely rude to the guy. Plus, he's scary when he first wakes up. 

The tap on the window next to my head has me jump so high up in my seat that I'm only left in place by the damn seat belt. Still, I managed to smoke my head and my legs nearly rip out the steering while simultaneously smashing my elbow into the horn, which causes North to catapult out of his own seat and go near feral. 

I turn my head to see the beautiful face of, holy shit! It can't be! Yesterday's dancer! The one who got Kota all in a tizzy. Her green eyes are now giant with her hand over her mouth, either hiding her smile or in shock, whichever, but dammit I nearly died of fright right there. 

North collects himself enough to unbuckle himself and half-opens the door to stand on one leg out of the car. 

"Sang, hi. Hop in." He says, then plops himself down once more. I watch as she gingerly waits for the door to be unlocked, which I am ashamed to admit, I fumble with a few times before she's able to get in.