Saturday // Peterick Oneshots

19. Voices

I'm home alone for the night, so here's me dealing with my own paranoia via writing oneshots for all to enjoy. SRAR era.

Pete took a deep breath and let it out as slowly as he could manage. His ears were ringing from the silence and he could've sworn that shadow in the corner moved. He stood in his still mostly-lit living room, frozen, and began to reach for the light switch. He did one last sweep of the room. He flicked the switch, plunging the room into darkness, and walked to his room. He shut the door behind him and sighed.

He's lived alone before. He handled it then, he could handle it now.

It'd been a year since he'd been without a roommate, but his new apartment was cozy and affordable and he was determined to see it out, anxiety be damned. Nighttime had always been hard, with or without a roommate, so why let it stop him?

Pete turned on his ceiling fan, hoping the whir would help drown out the ringing. He pulled off his shirt and exchanged his skinny jeans for sweatpants. Switching the light off in his own room was easier, but he still leaped to crawl under the covers of his bed.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, watching the fan turn, before he forced his eyes shut. He tried to keep his breathing even, but then he heard a creak, and oh fuck is someone in the house-

Pete sat up and opened his eyes, scanning his room and listening closely for any other noise. He shuddered in relief when he didn't hear anything else. He slumped back against his wall. "Thank fuck," he thought aloud.

After he calmed down, Pete though he could hear someone on the other side of the wall. He knew he shared it with someone, but he hadn't heard from them since he moved in. He pressed his ear against it and listened closer.

"Cause they might try to tell you how you can live your life, but don't don't forget it's your right to do whatever you like, you like."

The voice was...pretty. It was a man's, obviously, but his voice was smooth and just...so pretty.

Pete laid back down, curling up so that he could still hear the singing through the wall. He was asleep in minutes.