Sleepless, a Poofless ff

Dumbledoor Club *READ A/N AT THE END*

Listen to "Clocks" by Oceans Ate Alaska because that shit is good

Chapter 8, Dumbledoor Club

*Important* Read the A/N at the end of this, Got some important stuff to discuss, You'll notice the difference.

Preston was pissed. His house phone rang a few times but he ignored it, throwing it at the wall. Everything had to fallen apart before he could even catch up. Stomping up the stairs he grabbed the bottle of pills, chucking them at the window, tablets flying everywhere, littering the yard below. Rob wasn't there. Sarah wasn't there. Nobody was there. Preston Arsement was indeed alone. There were so many people around him but it still didn't matter. He still felt alone.

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"Seriously! They all look like Dumbledoor!" Rob said between breaths. Vikk had recommended watching Lord of the Rings, and in Rob's opinion, it just looked like a Dumbledoor club.

  "Rob, this came out before Harry Potter." Vikk said

  "THEY STILL LOOK LIKE DUMBLEDOOR!" Rob yelled.

 "Goddammit, they kinda do." Vikk said, laughing along with the excitable gamer.

Breathing fast, Rob laid his head against the back of his couch. Quite frankly, they weren't even watching the movie at this point.

"Rob?" The younger of the two asked, nervously fiddling with his shirt collar.

"What?" Rob replied, turning to Vikk.

Vikk paused for a second, looking at the older man, deep in thought. Time seemed to go in frames for the two. Second by second. Moment by moment. Before they knew it, Vikk was pressed against Rob, kissing softly, eyes shut. Rob stopped and thought, Remember how you fucked up with Preston? He shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind, It wasn't Preston, and he had to move on.

"Vikk." Rob whispered. Vikk looked up from the floor, and Rob pulled him into a reassuring hug, falling asleep together on the couch.

(tme skp f gud splling)

"WHAT THE FUCK VIKK?" Rob yelled, his emotions a mix between anger and worry. The younger man jumped, knocking his head against the back of the wall, groaning.

"Wha..?" He froze up. His gaze met Rob's hands, firmly gripped around his bare wrists.

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*READDDDDDDD*

Alright, first of all...whaaa? Icky Vikky? Trust me I know where I'm going with this. Second of all, I know this is short as fuck, but I just wanna show how the new format will work. I'm planning on putting things in third person. It works the best with where I'm going with the story, If you guys really hate it I won't, but if you don't care if I do or not, I am going to go back and third person it.

Lancey was on Arkham prisons and I flipped out.

Bye!

*Finished the rewrite stoof. It was annoying but personally, totally worth.*