Corey Fogelmanis Imagines

8||Misfits and First Kisses

AU: lonesome misfits find comfort in each other and maybe something more?

Sexual harassment trigger and slight cursing.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

I slowly open my eyes and pull my phone out. I read '1:47' on my iPhone screen. Groaning, I let my feet drop to the floor and open my window.

"Corey, what the hell? It's a school night." I whisper genuinely curious as to what he's doing. I know him better than anyone and he's an early bird.

"I couldn't sleep." I know that's code for 'my parents are fighting again.' I open the window wider and let him in.

We have pretty difficult lives at our ages. My parents are gone before I wake, and home after I go to sleep. I pretty much just see them on weekend. Corey's parents are great people but terrible together. You can figure out the rest. We're alone together in this world, which is good enough for us.

I automatically go to my drawer to get the playing cards. Playing Crazy 8's always helps him to sleep. We play for a bit and then Corey slams his card down. "Crazy 8's!" He loudly whispers. I put down my 5 of hearts hoping I don't aid him into winning but he rushes his last card onto the pile and gloats. "This just proves that I'm superior to you. Bow peasant."

"You are so annoying." I groan wishing I had won. "Aww, don't mope. I'll let you win next time." I squint my eyes at him daring him to continue. He raises his hands in defense. "Sorry, you'll beat me next time." I just laugh at him "Damn right I will." I check my phone again and am shocked to find out it's already 3am.

"Corey, we're going to die tomorrow. We have to be up in 3 hours." His eyes widen. "We're screwed. Let's get to sleep." We both get under the covers trying to will ourselves asleep. "Goodnight, I love you." I say to him. "I love you too." He says back. "Oh and try not to dream about that guy you like... Um. What's his name?"

"Knock it off, you know his name!"

"Whatever, just don't be cranky when you're pulled from your precious dream where you and Dave Franco make love" he said adding disturbing noises for effect.

Trying to muffle my laughs I slammed a pillow in his face. "Shut up!" This put us in a pillow war and I'm not sure when we went to sleep but all I can say is we're screwed.
•••••••

My alarm clock goes off blasting Drown by Bring Me the Horizon. "You wake up to such sad music." My best friend complains. His alarm goes off too playing Alexander Hamilton.

I waved him off. "Says the boy who wakes up to a song about a poor orphan boy who needed an old-time gofundme page to get to college."

"Touché." He surrenders. I hear the door slam shut and two engines revving up. "Love you too mom and dad." I mumble. He rubs my arms comfortingly until his alarm goes off again and I slap his face. "Turn it off." I groan.

When he doesn't oblige I roll out of bed to look for an outfit. "Should I go with black leggings or blue skinny jeans?" I asked while looking at him patiently awaiting his advice. "Psh, do I look like I know about fashion?" Corey tried.

"Fogelmanis, don't make me kick your as-"

"I was kidding, leggings! Please don't wear that shirt though. It would look much better with a pastel sweater and you Docs." What would I do without him?

"Thanks. Oh and here's an outfit you left a while ago, it's clean." We get dressed and head to school. Corey can drive but we like to clear our minds on the walk so we begin our journey to school on foot.