Squiffy

Chapter 2 (unfinished)

The only thing accompanying Gerald this night is the shallow breezes knocking on the window. Sheila is facing the other way; asleep, and Gerald is laying on his back, gaze stuck to the ceiling. Wondering. His mind is wondering.

It's been around a few hours after Gerald had said goodbye to Eric, and unknowing to eachothers activity, both are still awake. Thoughts racing.
All Gerald can think about is what he saw.
All Eric ponders about is why on earth Gerald seemed so caring.

Honey. Rich, golden honey brown. It's all and everything prioritized on Gerald's mind, and it infects every corner of his headspace.
Something is telling him, it's true, and what he is feeling is morally right, but so- it is invalidated by social concepts.
A sin. Blasphemy. He would surely go to Hell.
Smoothened, delicate curls. Eric's forehead is sticky and his head is pounding, but feuding with the wretched pain is the forbidden thought of the man who so kindly guided him to his room after his dispute with the toilet bowl.
Eric is overthinking why he stared so intently.

Gerald has almost had it with looking at the swirls on the ceiling- he cannot bear to stay still for longer.
Gerald gently shuffles off and up from the bed which Sheila still rests on; trying not to create any loud noise or disturbance to wake her. He almost tiptoes to the door, before turning the doorknob, opening it and slipping outside into the hallway. His breathing is rapid until he ever-so-carefully shuts it behind him. A sigh escapes his lips.
He looks up and down the hallway only to see a dim, warm light seeping out from Eric's bedroom.
Only to see that Eric, himself, is peeping out the door with wide eyes, which immediately softened as soon as they met with Gerald's.
"Eric..?" Gerald whispers.
"Shh... c'mere. Mother and Father are asleep and I don't want them awake because of the racket." Eric beckons Gerald toward his room.
Gerald daintily steps over the rickety floorboards hoping none would creak, and waits for Eric's approval to enter his room.
Eric nods and opens the door, guiding Gerald in, and then quickly shuts it.