It was three am in the morning and Abraham was awake. Sadly it wasn't the case of he had just woken up, if so the whole thing would have been so much more simple but no Abraham had in fact been awake for hours now surviving now mainly on coffee. Actually this situation wasn't unusual but a weekly occurrence.

Every Friday would consist of a usual school day then Abraham waiting for Parker to get out of class. Once the pair was together they usually ended up going back to one of their houses and possibly watching some movies or playing video games until one fell asleep, most times it was Parker who would fall asleep first.

Right now was another normal Friday night, or should I say Saturday Morning. With his brain slightly morphed from the excessive caffeine intake Abraham shuffled over to the sleeping lump of his friend. Reaching out a hand he began to shake Parker, he had a very important question to ask him. A Question? That implied he only had one, oh no he had a whole tonne of questions. You could fill an extremely strange book with all of the questions the boy wanted to ask!

Grunting loudly Parker shifted in his spot and opened one eye grumpily. "The fuck do you want?"

Smiling Abraham took a breath before beginning.

"Hey would we survive if we got stuck on island?"

The pure obscurity of the question hit Parker right in the face.

"Uhm Yes? No? How the fuck should I know! Is this what you woke me up for?"

It was more than obviously that the teen was a bit frustrated. Who wouldn't be a little pissed off if they were woken up at 3am and asked about a metaphorical island?

Nothing could have prepared the boy for his friend's next inquiry.

"Hey does your underwear like being wrapped around your junk all day?"

Eyes widened slightly in confusion Parker shook his head slowly.

"How much caffeine have you had?"

"Oh, not much!"

No matter how much he wished that Abraham had run out of questions sadly there was no luck! "What if people sang like instruments and instruments sounded like people?"

What if? What if? What if? Why were all these 'What if's so important? And why were they so important that they so important that they had to be asked at 3 fucking am!

"Just go to sleep." Parker said stifling a yawn.

There was a short pause where Parker finally thought he has ran out of questions, but just as he was about to go back to sleep there was the final question,

"what if whenever you vomited a small legion of horses came galloping out of your mouth, flowing golden locks intertwining with the bile?"

The words slowly passed Abraham's tiring lips. Letting out a sigh Parker raised an arm and wrapped it around his talkative friend. As he moved back down to his previous sleeping place he took Abraham with him. Before finally falling asleep again he whispered with a small smile.

"Just go to sleep you little shit."

Okay I apologise. That was terrible. Sorry. It was my first time writing anything Long Walk related so give me a break. I managed to pull this out of the depths of my blog because a certain user (coughcollieparkillocough) asked me to 1) write it for them in the first place and 2) publish it on here. I hope you enjoyed it, and reviews are always appreciated uvu