Man up, Beam!

6. It hurts...

AN: So here is where the plot changes. I am starting the my fiction on BeamKit. Hope you guys like it

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              "Beam...don't test my patience" Kit warned. 

                If pulling a drunk person on his feet was difficult, then helping a person who was taller and heavier than himself was challenging, especially when Kit had to sneak the drunk Beam into the dorm. Kit held Beam's waist to steady him while he fished through his pockets to get Beam's room key. Yes, Kit had the key to Beam's room like Beam had the key to his room. It was not unusual for them as they spent almost every day together.

            Kit even had the key to Beam's place when Beam started living alone during their school days. When they moved to the university, Phana chose his dorm carefully as he could not compromise on his perfectionist trait even if it meant the dorm was little far from their faculty. But Beam never had any conditions, he just chose a comfortable room which is nearest to his faculty as this meant he could sleep some more during the time he would spend to travel to the faculty. And Kit just took the room next to Beam's in the same building.

             Beam was jumping with excitement when they moved to the university dorm. New place, new clubs, new girls was all Beam talked about when they moved. Whereas Kit complained for whole two days of moving until Beam interfered and helped him settle in his room. It was first time for Kit to stay away from his house and away from his family. So it was given that Kit was grumpy and having Beam next door was like having his family near for Kit. 

             Also Beam would always stock his fridge and shelves with food and Kit never had to go to the convenience store to buy snacks if he ran out of them. The best part was that he never needed permission for it. Beam would always knock once or twice before entering Kit's room but Kit always walked into Beam's room as if he owned it. It was Beamie after all, whats the need to knock, Kit always thought.

          Kit pushed Beam to the couch and sat next to him breathing heavily.

          "You fat ass...I am not coming to wake you up tomorrow morning if you sleep in late due to hangover." Kit said irritated. "What did you even drink idiot? You are stinking...shit.." cursed Kit.

           Beam was a heavy drinker unlike Kit, a few bottles of beer can never knock down Beam. He would need something heavy to be drunk like this thought Kit.

         "Beamie....Beamiee...wake up..." Kit shook Beam's shoulders.

          "Arrghhh...I am not going to baby sit you...you drunkard..." Kit kicked Beam's leg lightly.

          Beam opened his eyes and looked at Kit calmly. "Good..now you are awake, go change and get into your bed" scolded Kit.

           Beam shook his head as no and closed his eyes again. Now irritated, Kit shook Beam's shoulders vehemently. 

            "Aishh...Kitty..." Beam held Kit's hand to stop him from shaking him.

            Kit glared at him and muttered "Idiot".

          Beam chuckled seeing Kit's angry face and leaned towards him. He pinched Kit's cheek saying, "Cute". Kit gasped and smacked Beam's hand from his cheek.

          "What the fuck dude..." Kit sounded irritated. 

            Beam chuckled again now pinching Kit's nose. Kit eyes widened and he moved back trying to escape from Beam's wandering hand.