There came a knock on Warren's door. It was the last person he wanted to see... In the world...
"Move dork, I'm coming in!" Nathan mumbles quickly, pushing him to the side. Warren suddenly felt like the intruder.
"Hey-
"Nice place ya got here!" Nathan throws down his sleeping bag. A sleeping bag?
"Whoa whoa, wait a minute! You punched me in the face, what are you doing?!" Warren scrambles around Nathan but Nathan blocks his way. He gives him 'you're not kicking me out' determined glare.
"Geez smart people are dumb! I'm sleeping over!" Nathan points at his chest in triumph.
...
"You punched me in the FACE!" Warren nearly yells for all to hear. He runs and quickly shuts the door. Nathan sits on Warren's bed, arms crossed.
"And now I'm here to make up for it. Boy, it's small in here~" He evilly grins.
"It's the same size as yours!" Warren looks completely frazzled. "Whatever, you can stay!"
"Well, that was easy!" Nathan takes out something from his jacket pocket a bag of sorts. "Mind if I snort this?"
"Go do drugs in your own room!" Warren opens the door and points the way.
"Where'd your hospitality go Graham, I'm guest~" Nathan purred.
"More like a pain in the ass..." Warren sighs quietly and closes the door again, knowing he won't win.
"Excuse me?" Nathan feigns offense at the world.
"Nothing Nathan, stay, get comfortable!" He goes to turn on the TV. Nathan pats Warren on the back and spills the baggie out on the table.
"Do you normally watch these shit shows?" Nathan asks, kind of occupied.
"Shh! This is the best part!" Warren looks really into his sci-fy.
A few minutes fly by...
"And he was an alien all along?" Nathan asks, clearly high.
"Exactly~" Warren grins, unaware Nathan just did drugs in his room. Well, for the now...
"Whoa!" Nathan grins and leans back, relishing in his thought process. He gets back up. "What about his wife and kids?!"
"Dead." Warren shakes his head sadly. It was a heartfelt and emotional journey.
"No wonder he was sobbing..." Nathan suddenly smirks wickedly at Warren. "Hey, wanna have sex?"
"What?" Warren looks back and suddenly yawns.
"Uh, good night!" Nathan dives at his sleeping bag and lands face first on top of it.
"Night, let's never talk about this in the morning." Warren turns away on the bed. Nathan clutches the side of his sleeping bag and covers a pout.
"Oh, we're having breakfast tomorrow!" His voice is sorta muffled by the bag. Warren turns quickly, nearly spilling onto Nathan's lap.
"What?!" He holds up his covers like a kid having a nightmare.
"You're welcome!" Nathan turns to face away.
"Hey wait-
Nathan starts to snore. Warren gulps, all hope lost.
"Ah whatever..." He gets up to lock the door and turn out the lights. Nathan's heart leaps.