I own nothing, just a weird story.
this is kind of like the back story to a series I'm writing. Contains violence, implied rape, dark thoughts and minimal swearing. No smut.
Garrett POV
I unlocked the front door of my apartment and opened it to find my best friend sitting at the table. I couldn't help but smile.
"Breaking and entering again, Carlisle?" I asked grinning. He started, having been too absorbed in his book to notice me come in.
"O-of course not." He rarely stuttered around me anymore, only when I caught him off guard. Like now. "And anyway, it's not breaking in if you have a key." I laughed and dumped my stuff on the floor.
"That key was for my benefit when I lock myself out, not yours." I tried to sound slightly annoyed, but really I loved coming home to find him here. We rarely saw each other at Uni.
I knew I should have expected him here; it was Friday night after all. Usually, we sat and played video games until neither of us could concentrate because it was about three in the morning.
"I saw you're girlfriend today," I teased him.
"You know, you really do live like a pig." He replied. I though he probably would avoid the question. It was not something he was interested in talking about.
"So what?" I giggled. "You live like a girl."
"At least I don't have cockroaches on my bench," he smirked.
"I DO NOT!" I laughed. He pointed to an upside down cup on the bench.
"I am not touching it."
"Well then its staying cause I'm not touching it either." I flopped onto the couch and dug through a pile of disks, guessing that we would probably be finishing halo for the billionth time tonight.
"Maybe you should get a cat."
"Why?" I was genuinely puzzled by the random statement.
"Because you seem to be emotionally connected to your cockroaches." It was his turn to tease me. "it's unhealthy."
"Says the guy that about to play x-box for the next five hours."
He pulled the fingers at me then looked away smiling. "Well, maybe we should do something other than sit here." He said cautiously.
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Go get off-your-face drunk?" I was surprised. Usually he didn't like going out, mostly because of the people. They made him nervous.
"Really? You actually want to do that?"
He shrugged. "I-I don't know…"
We sat around for another hour in procrastination before finally deciding to go and then another half an hour before we both managed to get ourselves ready, even though the only real difference was that showers were had and shoes were put on.
