After Midnight

Keith

So if you were to ask me why I was still awake at the ungodly hour of 4 am, then I would say because I was studying. When in reality I was looking at pictures of hot guys. That's probably the only reason I noticed the serial killer sitting on my window ledge. Now don't get me wrong, I was pretty terrified, but it's not like I really cared about living either, so I opened the window.

"Were you planning on breaking in and killing me?" I said tiredly, yawning despite the strange, dark haired man in front of me. He blinked up at me in surprise. His eyes were oddly colored, a beautiful dark shade of violet. They glowed in the dim light, like some type of animal's perhaps.

"Um, maybe?" The stranger said, he still looked a bit surprised. His voice was deeper than mine and his hair appeared to be a little long, almost like he had a mullet. Almost.

"Okay, well are you gonna come in then?" I said, walking back over to my bed and laying down. He crawled through the window, and walked over slowly. His footsteps were strangely silent, the man looking like he had glided over the few steps instead of walking them. I watched him for what felt like a few minutes. He seemed really attractive, even if I couldn't see anything under the shirt and jacket he was wearing. He had a pretty face, and I liked his dark, shaggy hair. He was pale, which I liked. He seemed pretty physically fit from what his thighs showed under his tight-ass skinny jeans, what the hell. When I was done not-checking-him-out I looked back at his face, he stood there awkwardly, staring at me with those violet eyes of his. I was starting to feel a little awkward about it.

I waved at him. He frowned back.

"What's your name?" I questioned him, my voice slightly muffled by the arm I had thrown over my face. I peeked out from below it to find his eyes now slightly narrowed at me.

"Why?" He answered back, tilting his head head to the left slightly. I sighed.

"Okay well you're really hot, so if you're gonna murder me, could I like, see you shirtless first."

The request seemed to shock him, which I thought was absurd, because I was pretty sure he should be thanking me for such a simple request before he murdered me. He stayed silent, and I wanted to see what he really looked like, so I got up and turned on the light. Now it was my turn to be shocked, because he was fucking blushing. Which I thought was adorable, but that's besides the point.

"Aren't murderers supposed to be like stone cold and icy and basically everything that is stated on men's body wash and shampoo. How are you blushing right now dude." I said, smiling a little despite the situation. This only made him blush more.

"Are you even gonna kill me anymore." I prodded, trying to get him to say something, or at least give me something other than a short answer.

"Why aren't you afraid?" He said instead of giving me an answer.

"Of what? Death, or you?"

"Both."

I looked at him, wondering what the motive behind such a question was if he was planning on killing me.

"Because I hate how things are. I just don't care anymore. Why did you want to know?" I said, glancing at the clock. Thank whatever holy being had decided to make the man appear on a Friday night, or else I would be screwed.

"Then, no. I'm not going to kill you anymore." The man said, beginning to do his glide-walk over to the window again. I panicked, realizing I had enjoyed the company and didn't want him to go yet.

"Wait-uh, are you planning on stopping by again?" I must've been a little obvious, because he even chuckled a little bit.

"Maybe. I don't know yet." He said, my face falling a bit. I waved a little goodbye, laying back down on my bed and waited for him to leave.