Oh My God (SebaCiel)

Good Morning.

"Oh. My. God."
"Ciel. Please, for the love of God, wake up already."

       I stood at the door and watched drool roll down his chin and onto his pillow. The corners of my lips were just starting to curve up, when the son of a bitch began to snore like his (nonexistent) life depended on it.

      And he just choked on his own saliva.

       I've long since lost count of the many days spent having to deal with this heavy, fat piece of lovable geek I call my Friend. He goes to sleep before 8, yet here I am, Monday through fucking Friday, tearing ligaments as I struggle to pull this lazy piece of shit out of bed. It's like he needs twelve hours of sleep, at least, just to function like the rest of us.

I have got to get rid of that Crunchyroll account.

        I walked up to the bed and sat on the edge as I stared down at the boy I've called my best friend since the day he was born. Even in his sleep he was beautiful, I wish everyone else would think so too, especially him. I slowly traced his cheeks and pulled at his soft, jet black hair then tucked it behind his pierced ear as I silently chuckled. 

      I remember when we each got one, how scared I was, despite being the older one. Ciel was so determined though and who was I to say no to god's greatest masterpiece. In the end we both got infections and my hole was never opened again. Ciel's healed up just fine. That lucky bastard.

      Ciel's always been a nice piece of eye candy. But he still has no friends.

      We can blame his nice addiction to that anima stuff and whatever they call the books. What is it again? Mangay? Mano? Mayo? What the shit, fuck it. We don't have time for him to dream about choking that Sasuke guy. I lightly jogged over to the kitchen and grabbed my bucket.

~~~ ciel's cute ass p.o.v.~~~

"I just don't understand why you had to do that, you motherfucker."

"What do you mean 'why?' You think we have all morning to deal with your 'Alois, if you touch me one more time, I'll stick my toothbrush so far up your ass, it'll start brushing your teeth' threats? Fuck, at least be grateful I even bother taking you to school, I should be letting you take that gross ass bus."

      I rolled my eyes at Alois' newest attempt at trying to win an Oscar for Most Dramatic as he slowly drives us through the still dead neighborhood. The city looks good at this hour. No noisy kids screaming their lungs out in the middle of the street. No parents blaming each other for their life's problems through blows to the face. No dark shadows standing in even darker alleys with cigarettes in their mouths and powder in their pockets. This is probably my second favorite part of the day, you know the part that comes second only to that goddamn bell if you what I mean.

     We both know the last thing I want to do is go to school at any time of
the day, period. It doesn't matter if it's at the ass crack of dawn or when the sun starts fucking the grass, I'm sick of that place.

     Yet here we are.

We passed by the 'Welcome to London Hellschool - have a great day!' Fake bitches, can't even be real at the gates.

"Alright, baby, see ya later, have fun, mommy loves you, muah."

      I turned around and gagged as I proudly gave him my middle finger before slamming the car door shut. He threw his head back as he zoomed towards the exit. I stared at the bumper of his car till I couldn't see it anymore. By then I was blinking faster and faster until the world stopped looking so blurry.

        I turned around and started walking up the stairs of the entrance. Each step closer to the doors was like a punch in the stomach. I just left the only person who truly gets me for eight hours at this hell. Just one more year. Great.

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