Be My Friend

Chapter 19: Cool as Hell

"I didn't know you could cook," Damian says aloud whilst rummaging through my fridge. "You seem to always be eating," he pulls a box out, "pizza." 

"I only cook when I feel like it." I elaborate with a shrug and continue to wrap the bowl of our leftovers. "That's probably why I don't have a good stamina."

I shuffle past Damian and put the bowl in the fridge, and grab a can of grape soda in the process. I make my way to the couch and plop down next to Nym with a contented sigh. Before I could ask Damian to join, he's already there beside me. I stifle my surprise with a light cough. It was only 10 pm, which was not at all that late, but I still felt a little tired for some reason.

I plug the aux cord into my phone and put my music library on shuffle. I sink back into the couch and enjoy the melody of Death of a Bachelor playing softly throughout my stereo speakers.

I let the falsetto of Brendon Urie's voice lull me to sleep.

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I wake up in cold sweat but with no recollection of a dream. I take in my surroundings which feels unfamiliar until I realize I was just in my bedroom, which I hardly ever sleep in so it was strange that I was in here in the first place. I notice it's pitch black outside as well.

I shudder and collect my breathing. "Nym? Where are you kitty?" I call softly from the warm bed that I didn't feel like getting up from. "Damian?" The house was dead silent, weird because I distinctly remember putting music on, but I knew he had a way of being as quiet as a ninja.

A shadow clears its throat from my left in the corner of the pitch black room and I nearly let out a shriek. Nym pads into my room and jumps onto my bed and snuggles into my side and begins his purring.

"Why..." I breath heavily, "do you always have to scare me like that??" I exclaim and flick on my nightstand lamp, letting the dim lighting flood the place. 

"Um... Sorry?" A deep velvety and confused voice comes from the left side of my bed. This guy. I shake my head.

"Why am I in my bedroom?" I ask and rub my eyes to clear them from any lingering sleepiness.

"You looked cold on the couch so I brought you in here." He shrugs and intently stares into my eyes. Sometimes it feels like he's looking directly at my soul. Maybe he was; he did admit that he could see a difference in my soul. That makes my mind wander to whatever else he can pull off. Teleporting; yes. Ability to make himself taller; yes. I wonder if he can read minds? Blink once if you can hear me, I think loud and clear. His face doesn't budge. Damn. 

Fuck, I must be really tired.

I check the digital clock on my bed stand; 11:37 pm. I don't think I've ever been asleep that early. Maybe all those late nights are finally catching up. I lay my head back down on my pillow and shiver. Even with a thick comforter, I was still cold. My groggy eyes shift to Damian who was observing my room. Not that there was anything to observe; plain white walls, a wooden dresser, grey wooden flooring, etc etc. I'm just a plain jane. 

A sudden nervousness creeps into my throat. Goosebumps appear on my skin. I try to keep myself from shuddering every five seconds. It's not like I had an air conditioner or any windows open so I wasn't sure why it was this damn cold in here. Maybe this is the start of another anxiety attack, or maybe it's just because I have poor blood circulation. 

My eyes subconsciously shift to the dark figure in the room. I suck in a sharp breath of cold air and my limbs begin to tremble as my chest starts to fall up and down more quickly. I confirm in my head that I am indeed having an anxiety attack. 

Damian looks towards me, tilts his head as if analyzing me and in one swift motion he removes his shoes and climbs in next to me faster than I could blink.