A/N: Thank you so much for the positive feedback! It means a lot to me. This is the second chapter, strange things start to happen here. I don't really know when I'll update, for now I have to study for tests, but I'll try to do it as often as I can. Also, you can check my other story, 'You Know It'll Be Okay'. Well, enjoy! My replies to the reviews on the previous chapter are in the end :)

19th July, 2003: 2.26am

Tom turned off his night table light, tucking himself under the covers. Turning to his left side, with his back turned to the wall, he closed his eyes.

It hadn't been more than fifteen minutes, and Tom was jolted to full consciousness again. Although they were in the middle of the summer, the room had suddenly become incredibly chilly, and he felt some kind of light burning his eyes.

The door.

But he hadn't left any corridor lights on. Frowning, he got up, grabbing a hoodie on the way to the door, as it seemed to get colder and colder by the second, and looked along the hallway. The tiny interrupter next to his room's door was turned off. A white light appeared at his right, frightening him. He blinked, and rubbed his eyes, but the light had disappeared.

Scratching his head, he looked behind him at his bed. Tom wasn't exactly the biggest fan of the dark, and being up and seeing weird things at night often gave him insomnia and panic attacks. Suddenly, he wanted to go back to his bed, and hid under the covers- the only place he thought it was safe, but he just couldn't. The silence was frightening, and made his head buzz. Tom shivered at every little nerve contraction, waiting for some strong hand to grab him by the ankle or tap his shoulder. Or for that strange light to appear again.

Taking a deep breath, he takes a step backwards, entering further in his room. Slowly, but surely, he was walking back into his room. He laid on his bed, pulling the covers over him, hiding his head.

There was something at the window.

The weird glow was revolving around the window, bringing the coldness back to the division. Tom had thought everything was alright under the blankets, that nothing could ever hurt him, as long he didn't have any part of his body out of the bed until the sunrise.

Unfortunately, this time, Tom felt anything but safe.

19th July, 2003: 11.57am

'You overslept, mate.' Danny grinned, as he poured some milk to a blue mug. 'You slept well?' He asked.

Tom frowned as he noticed how Danny was in an incredible good mood, and even more as he realized he had, in fact overslept and woken up after Danny. The brunette was happily preparing breakfast for Tom and himself, still wearing an old t-shirt and boxers, as it was his habit only getting dressed after breakfast.

'Yeah, I really like my room.' Tom replied, sitting in one of the chairs. Danny placed two plates with toast and two mugs of hot milk in front of each, and they both started to eat. 'Danny?'

Danny took his eyes off the toast he was currently eating. 'Yeah?'

Tom blushed, looking down. 'Did you, uh, turn on any lights after I went to bed?' He knew it was a silly question, as Danny had gone to bed before him, but he needed answers.

'No. Why would I do that?' Danny finished his toast, and got up to put the plate on the sink.

'Uh, yeah, you're right.' Tom started to drink his milk.

'I'm always right, Tom.' Danny smirked. 'Because I am so smart.' Tom rolled his eyes, smiling.

'Yes, you are so smart you even asked James if the Statue of Liberty was a man or a woman.' The blonde teased in a sarcastic tone.

'Well, yeah, I'm not smart when I'm drunk. Nobody is.' Danny faked being upset. 'And you always use that against me, Tom. It's not fair.'

'Life's not fair.' Tom laughed.

'Is Fletch coming today?' Danny asked, changing the subject.

'Yeah, but he's only coming in the afternoon.' Tom answered. 'Why?'

'Race to the pool?' Danny challenged him. Tom didn't even have time to answer, as Danny sprinted to the backyard, and jumped to the pool, only a few seconds later. Tom shrugged, following his best friend, with a smile on his face, and more importantly, forgetting about the weird glows haunting his mind.'

19th July, 2003, 18:17pm

Tom picked up his blue towel from the pool chair and started to dry his back. After so much stress with buying a new house, cleaning and tidying it up, Danny and Tom thought they deserved a day off, so they had stayed by the pool since the morning, promising themselves to try and work on some songs in the following day. Both felt like little kids, playing in the pool on their own. The Summer could bring back so many good memories. 'Only hot girls are missing here' Danny thought. The sun was starting to set, and from the balcony above the backyard, they had stayed about two minutes admiring the great view from the whole city.

'I'm getting a sandwich from the kitchen! You want one?' Tom asked Danny (who was still in the pool) as he put his wet flip flops on and left the towel drying in the sun.

'Yeah, with Nuttela, please!' Danny yelled back from where he was.

Tom walked to the kitchen, trying not to wet the floor the best he could.

Halfway through Danny's sandwich, he noticed he had forgotten the butter knife to put Nuttella in the bread. Picking one up from one of the drawers on the cupboard, he returned to the kitchen table. Leaving the small knife resting on the counter, he opened the Nuttella jar, smelling the inside of it and feeling the pleasant scent of chocolate fill his nostrils. Tom was going to get the knife, so he could finally finish Danny's sandwich and return to the pool chair to relax, but the knife wasn't there anymore.

'What the-' Tom started to wonder, but his thoughts were interrupted by the kitchen door, who slammed loudly, and the lights started to go on and off intermittently. The emotions from the previous night returned to him, and he could swear he felt his heart skipping a beat. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' He thought, unable to move. The kitchen door opened.

'Gotcha! Haha, this one was so funny! You should have seen your face!' Danny laughed, the butter knife in his hand, obviously amused by his prank. Tom only seemed confused.

'But it was... you... you were...' The blonde stammered, looking back and forth between his friend and the door.

'I got in behind you, and I decided to hide in the tiny closet over there.' Danny pointed to a wooden door next to the cupboard. Tom closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, and Danny frowned. 'Tom? Are you okay?' He asked unsure, coming closer to his friend.

'Okay? Okay?! This was not funny at all, Danny! Jesus, you really act like a little kid sometimes!' Tom yelled, looking now angry.

'What- what did I do? I was just teasing you-' Danny started to explain. Tom pinched the bridge of his nose, as if his head was hurting.

'Look let's just- let's forget this, okay? There's your sandwich.' Tom sighed, shuffling back to the garden, not feeling quite ready to enjoy the last few hours of sun.

19th July, 2003, 23:47pm

Tom was feeling guilty because of his little outburst some hours before. He didn't even knew why he had reacted so badly at just an innocent prank he normally would consider funny. Ever since those weird glows the day before, he had been incredibly jumpy.

Tom believed in everything there was to believe: superheroes, villains, spirits, aliens and ghosts. After being given some 'proofs' of the existence of ghosts (Tom couldn't shake the feeling of something unusual in that house, despite his honest tries to be reasonable), Danny's prank had scared him so much he was almost peeing his pants. He had been quiet for the rest of the evening, trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

'Tom? Tom, are you listening to me?' Danny asked, feeling urged to wave his hand in front of his friend's face, as he seemed do unresponsive.

'What? Sorry, I was thinking...' Tom apologized quietly, running a hand through his hair.

'Are you still mad at me because of that think in the kitchen?' Danny wanted to know. 'Look, I didn't mean to scare you or anything- well, I actually did, but the point is-'

'No, Danny, it's okay, really. And I'm sorry for acting like I did after that. I didn't need to yell at you like that.' Tom blushed, embarrassed with his previous behaviour. Danny nodded.

'Anyway, I was saying I was going to go to bed now. Curious how a day at the pool can make you feel so tired.' Danny chuckled. 'Are you going too?'

'Yeah.' Tom looked down. He really didn't want to go to bed on his own. Biting his lip, he watched Danny climbing the stairs and turned off the TV. 'Danny?' He called in a small voice.

'Yeah, mate?' Danny turned around.

'Could you-um - sleep with me tonight?' Tom asked shyly, blushing and feeling like an idiot. The brunette smiled warmly.

'Sure you can. Your bed or mine- oh God, this sounded wrong!' They both burst out laughing. For a moment, Tom forgot about ghosts, aliens, glows and spirits. For a moment there, everything seemed to be okay again.

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