Spastic Spontaneous Stories of the Short Kind

STORY FIVE - Death in a Nutshell by @_ObtainableRainbow_

Here we are again. I'm lying in bed, trying to sleep before my exams tomorrow. And he's blasting his darned rock music, forgetting that I need sleep. 

I think, maybe I'll get so tired that I'll just sleep through the music anyway, but the time never comes. And just when I'm about to get up and tell him to shut it off, my alarm goes off.

"Ohhhaharrhhhhrrghhhg," I groan. I have my exams today, and I got no sleep whatsoever because somebody insists that that music is a 'necessary precaution'.

"Nick!" I shouted, tossing aside the bed covers and storming into the main room of the apartment, "What did I say about the rock music at midnight?!"

"Woah, be careful. You're talking to Death, madam." the teenager lazing on the couch replied, throwing a crisp or two into his mouth and clicking through the different channels.

"I'm also talking to my annoying-as-all-hell roommate who is the reason I'm about to fail my end-of-year exams!" I yelled, walking over to the TV set and ripping out the plug, getting some satisfaction out of the quiet click that was made as it turned off.

The boy on the couch out down the remote and threw the empty chip packet over his shoulder. "I was watching that." He commented, pulling a grubby jacket on over his disgusting shirt.

"And I was sleeping — or rather, trying  to!"

"Oh well. You can do that again tonight."

"So, when you said that Death cannot die, were you entirely sure?"

"...I think so."

——-——

"Rebel! Is my class too boring for you?"

I jolted, my back straightening hurriedly. All eyes of everyone in my English class were on me.

"Uhh... no, i-it's not, Ms Jonson." I answered, shaking my head to clear it. Giggles erupted from the other students as they turned back to their work.

"Nick," I grumbled under my breath, and I didn't miss the glimpse the girl beside me gave me at the name.

——-——

I sit down at lunch, sighing with relief. Although I could already tell I'd failed everything except possibly P.E., it was all over. Now I could eat in peace.

"Hey, Rebel," says Heriet, sliding into the bench next to me. "Who's Nick? Your boyfriend?" Her golden curls bounce as she giggles, and her friends join her and laugh even though they didn't hear what she'd said.

"No, my roommate."

"Ha! Sure." She smiled, getting up and following her friends over to their usual seat, making a smooching face over her shoulder.