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I looked around the small living room that I had just entered into, unsure of what to think about it through the groggy haze I was still in. It was small, as previously stated, a single couch, the only piece of furniture in the room, pushed up against the scarlet painted wall. The curtains that covered the windows were bumble bee yellow, drawn closed to keep out the gazes of nosy neighbors and passersby. The carpet was a plain shade of blue, I noticed. The room had been done up with Three Dimensional colors. Just like my new room mate's, old friend's, heterochromatic eyes. Thinking of him, my candy red gaze flickered over to look at him. I watched as he removed his mix matched shoes, trying to think of something to say after the long drive here.

"So, um..." I started, not quite sure where that sentence was going to go. However, it drew the male's attention over to me, encouraging me to continue. Well, here goes nothing. "Where the fucking Hell is my bedroom?"

The male chuckled at me, pointing up at the ceiling. "Upth'air'th, firth't room on the left," he informed me.

"I'm not seeing any stairs, fuckass."

Rolling his duel colored eyes, he walked over to the small area beside the front door, pulling open the door that was there. When I looked, I saw skinny, tall, wooden steps. "Upth'air'th, for future referenth'e."

"I fucking get that," I huffed, picking up my computer bag and suitcase.

Sollux scoffed slightly at me, moving out of my way. "I have to uth'e the bathroom. Don't mi'th me too much, KK," he teased, going down the hallway just on the opposite end of the wall. I heard a door open and close as I ascended the steps carefully. My feet were bigger than the steps, so they were harder to climb. I had a feeling the steps were going to be even harder to descend.

Finding the door behind a few boxes, I opened it, peering inside into my new room.

The first thing that hit me was that it was hot as fucking Hell in there. There was no fan and no air conditioning in this room! The next that hit me was that the room was messy, like someone had been living in it before I showed up; there were empty water bottles and pizza boxes and McDonald's wrappers here and there on the floor, and the sheets had been piled up on the bed. The small entertainment center was no better; it was covered in small bits of trash and random objects, along with a television and an Xbox 360 with a few games along with it. Like most of the 'upstairs', there were boxes in this room.

"Th'orry about the me'th, KK," Sollux's voice said behind me, effectively scaring the shit out of me. I had not heard him come up the stairs at all. Silent, hovering bastard...! "We'll clean up tomorrow. It'th three in the morning and, I don't know about you, but I don't want to spend until five trying to clean up..."

Just tell me where the fucking trash bags are and I'll clean it up, then, fuckass, I thought sarcastically to myself with a slight eye roll of my own. "It's fine," I grumbled loud enough for him to hear. I found a relatively clean spot on the floor and sat my stuff down. The floor, I noticed, was the same honey yellow as the curtains downstairs. The walls, when I looked up, were white with a shit ton of bumble bees drawn onto their surfaces in crayon. It looked like a room for a five year old. "Whose room was this, originally?"

"My older brother'th," shrugged Sollux, fixing the sheets on my bed. "He deth'ided to move in with hi'th friend, Kurlo'th, lath't week and I haven't gotten around to cleaning up the room th'ince he moved out yeth'erday."

"He moved out yesterday?" I asked him, looking over at him in shock.

"Yeah," the male nodded, bending over to pick up some trash. "Well, the day before yeth'erday, if you want to get technical about it. That'th why I didn't anth'wer you about when you could move in until lath't night. A'th in the night before lath't night."

I stared for a few minutes, unsure of how to take that. I decided not to ask anymore questions on the matter and shrugged, turning back to my bags. "I'm going back downstairs to grab my pillows and blanket," I told him, standing and stretching my body out. I walked out of the room, pushing past the boxes that were still in front of my door, hesitantly beginning my descent downstairs. I practically hugged the wall when I could, not wanting to fall and bust my ass. Once on the last step, I relaxed, yelling up the stairs, "Made it!" Receiving no response other than a muffled laugh, I huffed, going outside to the car to grab my two pillows and my queen sized blanket from the backseat.

When I came back inside of the stairway, I once again began to carefully walk up the steps. I made it to my room, noting that the bed sheets were straightened out and that the trash that had been cluttering up the floor was shoved haphazardly into a small trash can off in the corner. I was throwing my pillows and blankets on the bed when the door across from my own opened. Glancing over, I saw Sollux with a fan in his arms. "That fucking fan better be for me," I warned him, eyeing the fan like a child would with a piece of candy. "It's as hot as my fucking asshole in here."

Sollux rolled his eyes at me, setting the fan down in my room, next to the door. "No, I wa'th juth't going to pitch it out of your window. Ye'th, it'th for you, ath'hat." I glared at him as he leaned down, plugging the fan in. The glare was lost the moment the fan came to life, beginning to blow cold air onto my now heated body. "Feel better now?"

"Fucking Hell yes, I am feeling better now," I told him, purposefully taking up as much space as I could in front of the fan. Sollux, having known me since third grade, merely shook his head at my childish act. It must have been a wonder when I didn't stick my face close to the spinning blades and just start talking, always having been fascinated with the distorted sound the combination created. Once I was chilled enough out of the heat, I jumped onto my bed. "You're right across the hall, right?"

"Yep," the blond male nodded, watching me with the smallest hint of an amused smile on his lips as I rolled around, maneuvering under the blanket that I had pulled over myself to strip myself of my sweater (which was making me feel hot as fuck) and my pants and socks along with it. I had tossed the dark gray sweater over to my bags, doing the same with the remnants of my clothing, leaving me in my boxers under the blanket, out of his sight. "I'll be right acro'th from you, all night. If you need anything, you can tekth't me or just call out for me." He moved to leave the room, but my voice stopped him.

"If the nightmare comes again, don't be surprised to see me in your bed in the morning."

He paused, probably to look back at me in surprise. I didn't see his gaze, though, because I had rolled over to face the wall, forcing my eyes closed. The nightmare that I was talking about was one that I had always had since seventh grade, shortly after my thirteenth birthday. The only person to ever know what was in that horrible nightmare was Sollux, himself.

I felt a shift in the mattress, a soothing hand placing itself over my bare shoulder. I flinched away slightly, only causing him to tighten his hold on me."You've been having the dream again, KK...?" his voice asked me calmly. It only took a single nod for a sigh to draw itself out of his mouth. "Why didn't you tell me lath't night...? The night before lath't. Fuck it. You know what I mean."

"I didn't want to worry you," I replied a little too quickly. I quickly shrugged off his hand from my shoulder. "I'm going to sleep now..." There was a moment of silence, me with my eyes closed and faked even breathing, before I felt the weight on the mattress shift, indicating that Sollux had gotten up and off of the bed. "Night, fuckass..." I grumbled out softly.

"Night, KK," he returned, turning the light out as he left the room. The door closed behind him, leaving me completely alone in my room, in the darkness, might I add. My hand touched my stomach slightly, the scar there smooth and gentle. It wasn't what gave me the scar that triggered any sort of flash backs. It was what could have happened with the thing that triggered it. Before I could let my mind go into that, though, I shook the thoughts from my head. I didn't want to dream about it that night, let alone have to think about it. So I closed my eyes once more, hoping to drift off into a dreamless sleep. If I did dream that night, I didn't want to remember it in the slightest, in fear of that nightmare coming up again.

To help coax my mind out of the bad thoughts and nightmare triggers, I decided to think about the trip I had to take today to even get here. Three hours worth of driving, six for Sollux. One or two stops, once for gas and the other possibly for food, if I remembered right. The blond had been grumpy, like he had missed his medication again like he did a lot back in our sophomore year. I had passed out the first hour of the drive, fast asleep in the car seat. I had been asleep when he had come to get me, a little bit before midnight. Kankri, my older brother, took 'waking me up' as his 'privilege' as a responsible guardian, helping me get my shit out of the little apartment we had lived in. The reason why Sollux had been so late, the male himself informed me, was that his boss had put him on the morning shift that day and he got a bit of a late start. So, running on three hours of sleep, I was exhausted and I wanted to go back to bed.

With the memory of the car ride to fuel my thoughts, I fell into a pitch black slumber, no dreams to bother me and no nightmares to plague my mind.