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He overslept.

Waking up two hours after lectures started wasn't the best idea since he had exams soon but now that everything is done, he couldn't do anything and got out of bed twenty minutes later. His bare feet touched the warm floor, he loved how heating made every part of apartment warm, including walls and floor. With his eyes half opened, he slowly walked in the bathroom, washing his face with a cold water and brushing his hair with his fingers, deciding to actually take care of it later. His walking speed fastened, all he wanted at that moment was cup of double hot chocolate. Putting a pot full of milk on a cooker, boy yawned, closing his mouth with his hand that he wiped off his pyjama pants that were too short for this time of the year, but he couldn't care less. Opening all the cupboards looking for a clean mug, as always, almost being worried but then his blue eyes caught a sight of his favourite Pikachu mug he somehow forgot he has. Then he ran across the room, finding sugar and cocoa powder of which he became addicted long time ago. Milk was cooked and boy turned off cooker, pouring the white liquid in the mug, slowly mixing it with only clean spoon he found, a pink tablespoon one.

Drinking slowly his hot drink to which's hotness he's used to, male walked through the flat until he came in the living room, which was dark because of the male's laziness to never open curtains. Turning on his laptop that he left on the couch the night before, still holding a mug in his hands, boy started humming some song he heard his best friend singing a week ago. It was a nice day, the two of them just chilling around, without boyfriends and dead models in the picture. He loved curly-haired boy to death, but sometimes he misses his friends and their friendship, not two two out of three of them being in serious romantic relationship and making out every five seconds. Typing a password and hitting a enter key, boy took a sip of his chocolate that was more warm than hot now. On the screen of laptop appeared picture of three of them standing next to each other, in the order of oldest to youngest. Photograph was taken couple of years ago, during of one of his swimming competition where he finished second, being the youngest competitor there, everybody else being senior. It was another great day, three of them celebrating Luke's silver with drinking beer under his father's approve and with Calum walking on Jack with his girlfriend.

Memory of that day made small appear on blue-eyed's face and he took another sip of warm drink. He scrolled down his private folders and opened the one with music, deciding on The Cab, putting whole Symphony Soldier on repeat, Angel With A Shotgun playing fîrst. Checking on his phone, to see did Ashton and his mother decide to call him. It was weird to think about Anton and his mother in the same sentence, because he always remembered their obsession over Taylor Swift, on who both fangirled, which sometimes creeped the hell out of him. He was glad it was Calum who was curly-haired's boyfriend, not him, otherwise he thinks his mother would left his father for Ashton. Whispering familiar lyrics, male finished his drink and left it on a coffee table, standing up from a couch and now dancing and singing a song on a full mode. There wasn't a better way to wake up, actually wake up, boy thought, being happy that he accidentally missed his lectures. He studied for exam anyway , one day not going to a lectures isn't going to kill him.

Jumping around the room, boy felt happy and he wondered is platinum-haired boy living in some alternative universe, happy. He wanted him to be. He wanted boy to smile, to show his teeth, maybe sticks out his tongue, to show to the world happiness is the matter of will, not destiny. He wanted young male to shed all his tears and pain he gathered in a small amount of time and to bury them somewhere far away, to feel a life, to move on. He wanted those beautiful eyes to shine again, to look through them in the direction of lightness instead of the direction of darkness. Song changed and soon another one came on the play. He recognised the song, smiling slightly again and started jumping around the room.

"UUUUU. YEEAH AUU. BABY GIRL I'M NOT QUITE HUMAN AND I'M NOT QUITE A MACHINE! SO I GUESS THAT LEAVES YOU STARING AT SOMETHING THAT'S SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN!" Caramel-haired boy started singing a song he loved from some unknown reason, maybe because it was so sexual and maybe because he once somehow managed to cry while listening to it, he didn't know. He just sang, not caring at anything at the moment except the beat of the song.