Mad Hatter

My Brain is Scattered; You Can Be Alice, I'll Be the Mad Hatter

John stared at the blank ceiling with an equally blank look on his expressionless face. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd lay down (six hours), heck, he couldn't even remember the last time he took a shower (a few days ago). He hoped he didn't stank, that would probably cause Alexander not want to "play" with John, and John loved playing, the only bad thing about playing with Alexander was that he couldn't break his skin, because then his lover would see the marks in John's stomach and tights, but it was worth it, kind of.

He closed his eyes, he had a headache and today was feeling weird, it was as if sounds had amplified, colors became brighter, every touch felt more heavy. His senses were on overdrive. When this happened, John would call it a "weird day". Of course there were other types of weird days, like those days in which he felt like he had smoked a bunch of weed (not that he knew how that felt, but that was how people usually described it), or when instead of his senses, his emotions were the ones going overboard, making him cry, scream, laugh, and sneer because of anything. He usually wouldn't tell Alexander about his weird days, that made his Pretty Boy worried, and while a frown couldn't make his face not pretty, he looked even prettier when he was not-frowning.

John hated weird days.

They made him feel,

well,

weird.

He frowned and opened his eyes, there was an itch in his skin that wasn't really there, he wanted to scape his skin and run away without it, he wanted to shower with freezing water and burning one, he wanted to drink bleach, though that last one wasn't an unusual though. He let a frustrated growl and for the first time in hours he moved, rolling out of bed and falling into the cold floor with an ungraceful echoing sound.

With slightly shaking limbs he grabbed the bottom of the shitty mattress and lifted it. There he saw two things: a worn out leather notebook which he recognized as his diary, and Angelica's phone. His lips twitched into what you could either perceive as a warm sneer or a cold smirk at the sight of the phone, but then he ignored it and grabbed his diary.

He grabbed a pencil that was laying on the floor and started writing.

Entry #174

I feel weird.

I hate feeling weird, it feels weird. Or wrong. Or bad. Or uncomfortable. Or unwanted. Or cold. Or hot. Or like sticky neon green.

Adjetives are fun.

I want Pretty Boy, but Pretty Boy is in class.

I hope he arrives soon but I'm not sure what time is it.

I want my Pretty Boy. I love my Pretty Boy so much. I love him, I love him.

His brother is kinda mean, he always leaves his messages on read but never answers. Does he not see how sad that makes Pretty Boy?

He's a little bitch, anyone what makes Pretty Boy sad is

I should go and wait for Pretty Boy outside his classroom.

Yeah, I'll do that.

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Coming here the first time had been risky and reckless, but Maria had just seen John walking around the campus and she knew for a fact that Alexander was in class so this time there would be no mistakes. She picked at the lock easily with her hair pin and a lollipop stick, thing which she has learned from her older sister who used to be a Girl Scott. (Maria wasn't sure if that's what you're supposed to learn on Girl Scouts but she preferred to not question it).

She smirked. "Piece of cake, this College door locks are shit"

Once in, she went straight for the bed, lifting the mattress and peaked at what was underneath it. The old notebook had been in a different position than it had been the last time but the phone seemed intact. She took both of them without really looking closely at the items and left.

"Hope no one notices they're gone" She whispered to herself as she left the dorm and returned to her own. She also hoped that her girlfriends wouldn't find out she had been breaking into other people's room, that would leave her without cuddles for gods knows how long.

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"Im having a weird day" John whined as he rested his head in Alexander's soft lap.

"A weird day?" John nodded. "You've never told be about this 'weird days', babyboy"

"I don't like them" Was all that John said. "I want cuddles but at the same time I don't"

"What can I do, John?" Alexander asked worriedly.

"Let's just... stay like this. Yeah, this is good" Alexander smiled at his boyfriend, it was a sweet smile but it also held some pity on it. He wished he could take all of John's burdens away, but he knew he couldn't.

"You smell good, Pretty Boy"

He chuckled. "Do I?" John nodded.

"Like... like coffee beans and coconut"

"That sounds weird"

"It smells delicious"