Time | muke au

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Nightmares stopped three days after.

It was at night and boy accidentally turned on his alarm clock to ring at 2 am. Tune of Barbie Girl echoed through the room, waking a poor boy in instant. Grumbling, boy turned off his waking up song and sat on the edge of bed, just collecting his thoughts from sleeping. he felt dizzy, he woke not even a second after song began which surprisingly woke him from dreams and almost made him scream. He didn't use alarm clock within some time and now after what've happened made him feel weird. After he started going to a university, it was like some clock appeared inside his head cause he could've wake up at exactly wanted time which led to not using alarm clock anymore. He cursed himself for being so stupid and accidentally waking up in the middle of night, even though it was Saturday morning. This wasn't how he planned his weekend. But, at the same time he was grateful so waking up so early because he was experiencing terrible nightmare he couldn't remember but just thinking about it made his body shiver.

Few minutes after, tall male decided he isn't going to bed anytime soon and stood next to his bed, looking for his phone. His gaze landed on a desk in the corner of room, leaving him wonder how did device ended on desk when only thing he touched beside his bed in the room was nightstand, to admire a beautiful and unfortunately dead, boy. It was strange how tall boy needed to observe a picture, as if it was the most precious thing in the world nobody actually understands. Boy felt sorrow looking at the picture, knowing what destiny befall a handsome male. He didn't care if male was a nice guy, a jerk, an idiot, a drug diler or a killer, he didn't deserve to die the way he did. Nobody deserves to die that way, slowly, in the kingdom of pain, when you don't actually know what is happening and when you end up laying on the cold ground without anyone near you to help you, laying in position no live human can do with their bodies, screaming for help and no one to hear you.

Walking to the desk, boy took a phone in his hands, unlocking it. Seeing he recieved four messages only fifteen minutes ago, boy tapped the screen, wanting to know who is sending him texts at two am. Opening message app, boy saw that all messages came from the same sender, which number he recognised as his best friend's, one he blocked nearly a week ago when he was spamming him with pictures of Matt Healy. Loving band member is as one but being obsessed with him is another thing and tall lad drew line on that. He couldn't believe he hacked his phone again, he promised to young male never to do it again and now he did it again, probably to spam his best friend once again. Boy groaned and saved his best friend's number once again, really hoping income messages weren't photos of some singer his best friend has obsession with.

From: As(shole)hton 凸(▼▼)

| luek

Luke |

| Luke answer me |

| Luke thiss emerggency |

| Better answer that message or I'm coming at yours |

Male groaned, knowing in which way this will go and how his dear friend will probably come at his doorstep soon if he doesn't answer his messages. He hated how serious and creppy Ashton turned when attractive singers were in question, not caring about other people at least. Fastly typing, boy answered to his friend not wanting to have an annoying lad in front of his apartment at two in the morning. He was glad he woke up so early, otherwise his dearest friend would've come at his door and wake him with his fingers attacking a doorbell key.

To: As(shole)hton 凸(▼▼)

| you idiot it's two in the morining

i'm blocking you again |

Answer came five seconds after, he probably wrote it waiting for Luke to answer.

From: As(shole)hton 凸(▼▼)