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I woke up, my shoulder being weighed down by the bleached blonde boy. Vic only ever looked innocent when sleeping. Devil in a man when awake.

I looked around I room to find everyone else still sleeping. Henry had claimed the Lay-z-boy, Vic was laying on my shoulder, curled up in the foetus position, and Blech was sitting in the corner or the 3 seater, leaning on his hand and dribbling. What time was it? It was beginning to get light outside, I knew that for sure.

A groan sounded from beside me as Vic turned in his sleep, his hand awfully close to my arse. Not fun.

In boredom, I flopped backwards, deeper into the sofa. This would have been 10 times better if the TV hadn't been turned off. The almost silence (stopped by Henry and Belch's snores) was unbearable.

Now I had woken up completely, I realised that Ali wasn't present in the room. I glanced over everyone again, seeing if I had just forgot her. Nope, she wasn't here. I wasn't going to go looking for her because that's just not my thing. She probably went home. I shrugged, forgetting that I had practically a toddler sleeping on me. He groaned again.

This was so boring. I couldn't even get up because Victor Criss decided that I'm a brilliant pillow for his head. Fun. Lucky I didn't need to piss. I chuckled at the thought. Poor Vic if I needed to piss.

Without warning, a shadow appeared in the doorway. I jumped but didn't make a sound, in fear of waking Vic. I was honestly shitting myself though. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that was sending me into panic but it was unusual. Then Ali appeared and I sighed. Not a murderer, but almost.

"Why are you up?" I hissed.

"I needed is piss, chill out dude." She huffed back. Then she took her glair away from me and walked over to the other single seated sofa.

I didn't want to communicate with her. Her, of all people, had to be awake. I would be happy talking to anyone else than Ali right in this moment. Her bare presence pissed me off. I just wanted to go up to her and run a blade across her neck, watch the blood pour out and fall onto the floor.

"Patrick!" A snap sounded from the girl I was thinking about.

"What." I snapped back.

"Have you been listening to me at all?" She sneered.

I rolled my eyes. "No, I've been thinking about slitting your throat." I told the truth.

She rolled her eyes back. That made me want to attack her even more. I needed to leave before I acted on my thoughts. It would be fun to stay and enjoy my own show, though.

"You're shit." She muttered.

"What was that, Princess?" I smirked.

"You are shit." She repeated, pronouncing every word clearly.

"You too, darling." I responded with a shit eating grin.

She scoffed and faced away from me. I shrugged, forgetting about Vic again. The boy turned next to me again, this time opening his eyes. His brown puppy eyes stared into my green ones, not looking away. I raised an eyebrow at him. He's so gay sometimes.

"Patrick." He yawned.

"Yes?" I responded with a faint smile.

"What is your toast?" He muttered.

"My toast is warm." I nodded, moving the hair from his eyes.

"Could you make me toast?" He quietly asked.

"No." I answered, smiling.

"Pleeeaaassee?" He moaned.

"No, make your own toast." I glared.

"I'm comfy though, Pat." He frowned.

"I'm not, you've been cuddled up to me for hours now and my whole left side is numb." I teased.

The boy next to me went red.

"You's are so gay." Ali commented.

"Are we?" I pondered.

"Yes." She responded.

"Fair enough." I shrugged, slinging my arm over Vic's shoulder, pulling him down slightly.

"Yuck." Was all she said before ignoring us again.

"I'm NOT gay!" Vic clarified.

"Yes, and I'm black." I spoke, a smirk hinting.

This caused Vic to huff and lean into me, lowkey crushing my ribs. I didn't mention it though, because it wasn't bothering me all too much.

Before I knew it, Vic's breathing slowed again, signalling that he had fallen asleep again. I let my hand move up to his head and pet his hair. It was soft. Victor was soft. A pure boy but only when sleeping. My hand moved to the bottom of his back and stayed there, comfortable. Not too far down so I was touching his arse, but just above the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms.

Maybe I should be doing this with Ali but she's in love with a junkyard freako. I'm a lot more comfortable with Vic than I am with her, which feels mad to me, considering how much I liked her at first. I felt okay with Vic's head laying on my chest, his hand on my stomach. That might be because Vic and I have been friends for years though.

I sighed and allowed myself to fall into a light sleep, just as the birds started to scream and the sky began to settle into a pale blue lilac colour. That colour reminded me of Vic. But then, sour green also reminded me of the blonde boy. His moods flipped so often that I had a million colours for him, where as Henry was always red, Belch was always yellow and Ali was always orange.

My mind felt at peace around my gang, for now. I was enjoying myself around them. Maybe that was because they were all sleeping. They couldn't respond to my oddness if they weren't conscious. That's an odd way to put it. Before I knew it, I was unconscious myself.