"I guess I'll just leave you two alone, then."
I stood up, maybe a bit quickly because of the headrush, and had to wait for the dizziness that came with it to stop before heading back to my room in slight disgust. Irritated, I slammed the door behind me, though I bet they wouldn't even notice I was gone since they seemed to be too busy shoving their tongues down each other's throats.
I pulled my laptop out from my bag, which I threw onto the shitty bed that most colleges provided their dorms with. That stupid essay needed to be finished anyway, and maybe I could hand it in a couple days early since my physics teacher was right in the other room.
Sometimes I don't even know why or even how Lukas stays here with me. He graduated a few years ago, and it can get really annoying with having him around and preventing me from even trying to go and hang out with Peter. It wasn't like he was a bad guy, and we seemed to get along well enough at times. I was half-tempted to call him to try to ignore Lukas, who would likely be fucking my insufferable idiot of a science professor.
Okay, so he isn't an idiot. He just acts like he has a pole up his ass during classes. But he's also kinda nice to know when he's not speaking at a mile a minute and making everyone try to catch up writing notes.
He can also be a nice person to lie down on on when he's not with Lukas.
After a while I decided to call Peter, dialing his number and waiting for him to answer. It only took a couple rings before he did, though it sounded like he was sleeping. I felt a bit guilty for it, but didn't want to deal with Lukas and Mikkel in the morning.
"Whaddya want?" He half-slurred, along with what sounded like his bed creaking as he sat up.
"Can I come over in a bit?" I wasted no time trying to build to it, because I just wanted to sleep soundly and not get woken up by a somewhat cheery Dane in the morning.
"Why? Ya got all weekend to get your work done-"
"That's not why I want to come over. Just- can I or not?"
I heard him groan on the other end. "Ugh. Whatever, you owe me. There better be a good reason why."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell you when I get there. And I'll get you lunch on Monday." I hung up before he could say another word, shoving a change of clothes into my bag, along with my laptop before leaving the dorm quietly.
As I arrived at Peter's house(most of the lights were still on, which I found a bit weird since I figured he fell back asleep), I was more or less prepared to get half of my homework done and fall asleep on the couch. That is, until the door swung open and unexpectedly, his father stepped out, wearing pretty much the same type of clothing as per usual.
It was almost always something to do with pastel, mostly a dress shirt along with some sort of sweater vest to compliment it. If I had liked the colours a bit more, I honestly would've asked him for fashion advice, weird as it is.
"Oh, hello Emil!" He's nice, but also a bit creepy at times. I noticed a while back that whenever he sees someone he knows, he smiles just a bit wider, which is just what he did. "What brings you here so late in the evening?"
I smiled back politely and waved a bit shyly. "Hi, mister Kirkland. I wanted to get away from my brother for the night." He ushered me in, and I just let him because I always thought of him as someone I didn't want on my bad side. "My brother brought m- his boyfriend back to my dorm and he won't leave." I couldn't tell him that my brother was fucking my Physics professor. If I cursed in front of him, I probably would've been tossed out by him a millisecond later.
"Oh my, well you can sleep in the guest room if you want, or if Petey's up you can play with him!" He said, turning back to do something I didn't really care enough about to find out. I gave him a halfhearted thanks, and before I could make my way there, Peter had been in the hallway immediately.
"Holy f- don't call me Petey in front of my friends!"
"Careful with your words dear, I heard that!"
"Yeah, yeah. Come on Emil, I wanna get back to bed." I followed him to his room, which upon entering seemed cleaner than usual. I couldn't expect much, considering his room was smaller than mine, but I couldn't blame him. I felt kinda bad that he had to live in a trailer while before I started college I lived in a nice house, but he seemed happy enough about it.
I watched him climb into his bed, and before I could sit on the floor or some box he had somewhere he patted the spot beside him. "Get your ass over here and explain why you wanted to come over, fuckface."
"You better hope your dad didn't hear that, shitstain. And lemme get comfy, at least." Pulling my shirt off, I took Peter's blanket off his bed, ignoring his complaints, and plopped onto his bed next to him, face down. "My blanket now." He scoffed and pulled an edge of it toward himself, before scooting up next to me. "Lukas is fucking Mikkel again. I don't want to hear the sounds they can make for the sixth time in a row."
He nodded and slid an arm under me, and I turned onto my side to put my arms around him. I have personal space issues, but Peter never seemed to get that, and I knew him enough so I didn't think about things like this with him anymore. "If you wanted me to hold you, you should've said something."
"Whatever. At least I'm not touching your ass."
"Shut up. And thanks for letting me stay." I smiled, and despite him not being able to see me, Peter knew I was happy, and so was he. I know I can say I was more than glad to stay here tonight.
"No problem."