Gregomy pulled himself upright in the bed, his leg and torso felt sore, but why was th-. All the memories of last night came flooding back along with a wave of shame. He whipped the blanket off of his body and groaned when he noticed the pool of blood that had seeped through his jeans (That he never actually took off last night) and into the bed sheets. It wasn't terribly noticeable on the jeans since they were black, but the white now red sheets were a different story. Gregomy groggily pulled himself out of bed and changed out of the bloody jeans into a fresh pair and tossed them into his hamper.
Gregomy then pulled the bloodied sheet off of his bed, he groaned when he noticed the blood had even soaked into the mattress itself.
He yeeted the sheet into the hamper as well and began googling ways to get blood out of clothes when he got a message from Jace.
J: ready for a day of moving :D?!!!
OH SHIT I FORGOT!... ok ok no need to panic I can clean up the blood before Jace comes over to help me move! Yeah yeah definitely...
Gregomy picked up the hamper and made his way across his room and tried turning on his lights.
Nothing.
He spam flickered the light switch hoping that would get them to turn on.
Nada. zilch.
Goddamnit, I forgot Grognak turned the power off... and the water... I CAN'T WASH THE BEDDING AND MATTRESS!
Gregomy paced his room, panicking.
His phone went off again
J: Gregomy!! Don't just leave me on read!!! >_<
G:Sorry! Yep im ready for a day of moving
J: Perfect! I'll come over now!
Not perfect! Not perfect at all! Oh god, what am I gonna do! I-I guess I'll just have to keep Jace out of my room...
After Gregomy had found a solution to his little panic attack he began boxing up belongings in his room so that there would be almost no reason to go in there.
He had just taped closed the box of clothes when he heard a loud, strong knock at the door. His mind flashed back to Shia pounding on his door demanding to be let in. Gregomy stood frozen in place, unable to move, he wanted to hide in his room until the knocking went away.
Jace's cheerful, slightly worried voice, pulled Gregomy out of his trauma,
"Gregomy, are you there?"
Gregomy left his room and hastily went to the door. He opened it cautiously at first but then quicker when he saw Jace.
"Sup, Gregomy!" Jace smiled brightly at Gregomy.
A smile tugged at his own mouth, like Jace's smile was contagious.
"H-hi, um c-come in..." Gregomy moved over to the side letting Jace in.
Jace looked around the living room area curiously. Gregomy then became embarrassed of his living arrangement, he hadn't before, but he never had people over.
The room wasn't messy other than the coffee table in the middle that had an assortment of dirty cups and mugs. It also had a good ten or so worn, well used, books scattered on it. Other than the table there were bean bags scattered around as seating (What? They're cheaper than a couch!) and a small, but still nice TV ,that had been gifted to Gregomy by his mother, was sitting on top of a stereo speaker that had been flipped on its side
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Gracefully Ignorant
RomanceAfter Gregomy was brutally bullied at his tenth birthday and his mom pulled him out of school ,he found it hard to interact with people. But one day when his neighbor tried to kill him ,Gregomy met Jace, a rookie cop, who saved him from his attacker...
