Paranoid With a Polaroid

When Pigs Can Fly

Unfortunately, Len was the first one to wake up. Casey woke up just after him and it was only a matter of seconds when Len started to fuck shit up.

"Wooooooooooooooah." Len twirled around like a ballerina in the middle of the room and Casey wanted to smack him so hard because it was obvious that Len wasn't sober yet. The concerning thing was now that Len was back on his feet and he could literally run away but Len was fucking focused on badly, drunkly dancing in the middle of the room.

Casey sighed and leaned back against the wall.

What was he supposed to do?

His mom already thought that they were dating, which is an outrage, because who the fuck would ever want to date Len?

Len bumped against the wall and fell down like a log, giggling softly at his misfortune.

"The floor is my friend now." Len whispered softly.

Casey just groaned. He was fucking done. He didn't need this. What was he even thinking by pulling Len inside his house? He should've left him on the street so the cops get him. But then again he would feel guilty for being an asshole and et cetera, et cetera he would still end up in the same place.

"Len-"Casey protested while rubbing his eyes harder.

Len just stood up abruptly just to fall down on the floor again, still with a faint smile on his lips.

"Lacey, I want you to meet somebody." Len said like he was head over heels, his cheeks a little rosy and his hand slowly caressing the cold floor in Casey's room.

"Who the hell is Lacey?" Casey spat out angrily, wanting to punch something but holding his shit together because having a drunken person and an angry person in the same room wasn't a smart idea.

Len just frowned at Casey and pointed his weird index finger at him.

Oh, he got it now. Lacey. Casey.

Len forgot his fucking name. Or maybe he never even knew it.

He was about to pick Len up when he saw Len squirming weirdly on the floor and then he raised his head, smiling like a biggest doofus ever, even making Casey smile a bit before Len said the biggest and utmost ridiculous thing in the universe.

"You see this? Lacey? This is the floor. Our relationship is stable." Len grinned at the floor and then smoothed the surface where he was lying. Casey was really afraid that Len will try to kiss the floor which would be bad because he hasn't cleaned his room in weeks. "They support me. Also their name is Mondo. They have a nice name. Our love is eternal."

Casey tried to compose himself but the morning was slipping away and he needed to do something and yet he was sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for Len to break up with the floor.

The morning light was shining from the window and it landed perfectly on the groom (Len) and the bride to be (the floor). As Casey was about to stand up he felt a hand picking him up and pinning him against the wall.

What the fucking hell?

Len was staring with his drunken eyes at Casey and he could feel how wobbly Len still was from the hangover. No matter what state Len was in he would still be stronger than Casey. If that didn't make him depressed then he didn't know what did.

Len was making all sorts of faces, going from happy to sad in seconds and Casey had to be honest with himself that this was fucking terrifying. Len standing right in front of his face, looking threatening and soon after looking like a puppy.

What the fucking hell?

When Len spoke, there was a hint of massive sadness in his voice.

"Macey."