the buddy system / lrh 🍒

16:kinky serial killer

Katherine awoke to the soft, melodic sound of Fall Out Boy's Sugar were going down playing throughout a small dark room, pools of light seeping in through the darkly colored, halfway-opened curtains.

Red and blue, Spiderman themed bedsheets covered her small frame while multiple posters of bands covered the black painted walls, some of them being ones she couldn't even recognize at all.

She always had a strict music taste consisting of the same six bands, which was usually the reason why she was never the one Calum talked to about bands with considering that they would always argue about the subject and end up breaking an expensive vase. In her defense though, it was the raven haired boy who started it, which was true, for the most part.

The redheaded girl crinkled her nose at the familiar smell of thick, strong cologne, staring at the ceiling as she began to wake up, rubbing the drowsiness out of her eyes repeatedly, her other hand reaching out to grab her phone from under the sheets blindly, where it usually was, if she was actually in her room.

Which she obviously wasn't and what she was touching was in fact another human being, which she would've figured out about sooner if she hadn't been so damn tired. But, of course, she hadn't, and that's what kind of woke her up.

Katherine blinked for a second, looking over at the limp body beside her that still buried under the horribly designed Spiderman sheets, seeming to be in deep sleep as her entire mental, physical, and emotional being filled with absolute terror at who the fuck the person could be.

She was honestly leaning more towards rapist or kinky serial killer.

The grey eyed girl cringed at the thought, slowly inching her way far from the possible kinky serial killer beside her, which, like any normal person made her stop and think about whether or not kinky serial killers were a thing.

Either way, the possibility made her want to either puke or fall off a building to her potential death.

Katherine made a low, whispered gagging noise under her breath, shuffling in her place in order to rid her body of the demonic thoughts in her head, only to plummet face first onto the fucking floor.

"Fucking shit!" She yelped, gasping as all air was practically knocked out of her entire body, her body flopping on the hardwood floor like a fish out of water.

The limp body that was beside her on the bed bolted up, the duvet still on its face as it looked around frantically. And Katherine had to admit, if she wasn't practically dying and horrified out of her mind, she'd laugh at the clearly hilarious sight.

"Kat?" The body under the duvet mumbled, its familiar voice raspy from lack of usage while sleeping as its hands reached over its head in order to pull the duvet from over his eyes, the first thing Katherine saw being bright blue hair.

"Holy shit, Luke?" she squealed, practically jumping up at the sight of his face, though it could also be because of the fact that his torso was completely exposed, not that she minded though. It was just a teensy weensy bit distracting.

"Please tell me you didn't kidnap me or some shit," she mumbled, making the blonde go as red as a tomato, his blue eyes wide.

"No!" He exclaimed, practically choking in slight shock that she would even think of such a thing as he raised his arms in the air in defeat.

"Then why am i here? I thought you were a kinky serial killer or something!" She yelled loudly, crossing her arms at the shirtless boy in front of her. "And would it kill you to put a shirt on?"

Luke frowned, looking down at his naked chest and squealing, pulling the covers up to cover himself. "Don't look then!" He whined, red in the face and pouting as he clutched at the covers. "And what even is a kinky serial killer? Is that a thing?" He added, paling a bit at the horrible thought.