Fandom High (Creepypasta/ Hetalia/ Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji)/ OHSHC fanfic)

Chapter 3: The Top bitches, and The Gays

Raven's POV

After my new roommates went to sleep, I continued to lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep, and not just because of the re-accruing thunder storm occurring outside.

I can never sleep when I have inspiration, I have to write it down. Right now, I'm just waiting for Laurel and Mali to pass out.

Once I think they're both asleep, I ever so quietly step out of bed and go to my huge duffle bag. I unzip it quietly, revealing my guitar that I can't live without.

I couldn't pack it into it's proper guitar case, because then people would notice I brought it.

I brought 3 bags. One huge one for my hidden guitar, one for all my clothes, and another for my toiletries. Or, as I like to call it; "other stuff."

I strum a few notes on my guitar, very quietly. I find some notes that I like, so I grab a piece of paper from my song book, and a pen, and I write them down. I continue to strum a few more notes and write them down.

When I've run out of inspiration, I write down some lyrics I've thought of so far under the music notes.

I look over what I've written, and smile to myself. I want this to be another song that I can finish rather easily, and have it actually be good. This song is more depressing than the other ones I've written, as I wanted it to be.

The lyrics are saddening, and the music notes I strum make me tired. Not that I'm bored kind of tired, tired because now I've achieved what I needed to before I actually think about closing my eyes.

I quietly put my guitar back in my bag and slip into bed, finally closing my eyes until morning.

Feliciano's POV

I hid myself under the blankets of my bed as the thunder made a loud crashing sound once again. It kept happening over and over every time I thought my ears were safe from the noise.

I know I sound like a big scaredy cat, but the thunder scares me. I feel like the whole world is going to explode. My heart might explode because of how fast it's beating.

I'm so scared. I wish my blankets over my head made a difference, but they don't.

"Ludwig?" I whimper.

He's in the bed across the room, I don't know if he's sleeping yet or not. I don't think so, because he's a very light sleeper, and he'll wake up to any noise.

I hope he isn't asleep. I need to hear his voice. Maybe that will make me feel safer.

I would have crawled into his bed as soon as I heard the thunder like I usually would when we were just friends, but he told me to sleep in my own bed from now on. He said he didn't want us to move too fast, and that he didn't want me to feel uncomfortable.

But the truth is, I feel more comfortable when I feel his body heat next to me. I might tell myself that I need him next to me in order to fall asleep, but he sternly told me that I should work on being independent.

I can do things without him, but I prefer not to.

"Yes, Feliciano?" He replies from across the room.

Another loud crashing sound from outside startles me again, and I scrunch up even more under the blankets.

I wonder what Ludwig looks like right now. Is he lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, or is he sitting up now? I'm too scared to come out and look at him.

I don't know what to say to him, now that I've called him and he answered. I think I just needed to hear his voice. The sound he produced just now made me feel warmer.