Boys Dorm Room 1 {ADRIAN & SPENCER}

"Ok. If they're really sharp, pencils might work." Adrian raised an eyebrow and gave a small smile. The thought of trying to cut paper with pencils was silly but he didn't want to insult Spencer's idea so he stayed quiet. "My mom thinks I'm too old for Halloween. She doesn't let me dress up or trick or treat or anything!" Spencer has said with a shrug which made Adrian pout. "You are never to old to trick or treat. My parents didn't really care about me I guess. I could have killed myself and they wouldn't have noticed. "Hey mom I'm gonna go slit my neck open" "thats nice honey, don't make a mess."" He gave a small snort and rolled his eyes. "I mean, it's not like I cared much for them either so I guess its fair." He eyed Spencer carefully and slowly added, "I mean... well I wasn't like a jerk for no reason. I just... I'm not crazy." It was obvious how much Adrian wanted to stress that he was sane. How could anyone love you if you're out of your mind, so he has to make Spencer believe him.

However, the moment soon passed and there was a bit of silence as Spencer pulled his arm away and just blew off Adrian's question. It made him upset. Did Spencer not like him enough to tell him why he was hurt? What if someone hurt him and told Spencer not to tell anyone? This thought made Adrian fuming and he let out a low animalistic snorting noise. "I swear if they hurt you I will burn them alive" he said suddenly, his eyes still holding concern for the guy.

Sure Adrian is a little bit of a scatter brain but thats just who he is with his disorder and all. He makes assumptions and starts talking about them before explaining and it gets confusing. In his brain he connected scars with fights so he assumed someone was being mean to Spencer and Adrian simply would not tolerate someone being mean to his friend.

"Well, please don't because... I'd care," Spencer had said, his features shifting into sadder ones. "Don't stress about it. I'm to busy trying to keep myself alive to worry about killing myself." He gave a small smirk, happy and proud at his own clever and deep words. He was gonna write that down later if he got the chance.

The thought of suicide made him sub consciously rub at his neck, wrap his hands around it to see how it felt. A demon had tried to kill him like that before and it just made him terrified of himself so he pulled his hands down and shivered. "Never" he whispered to himself and uncapped his marker to write "keep yourself alive" across a patch of empty pale skin.

"I don't think you're crazy," Adrian placed the end of the maker in his mouth, leaving it uncapped and looked up at Spencer with bright hazel eyes. "Thats good. If it's worth anything I know you're not crazy." There was a sort of silence after that, the comments about scars and everything sort of hanging in the air and it made Adrian uncomfortable. He didn't think he did anything wrong but apparently he did if Spencer was so silent.

And finally he spoke, "But... but... I did it." Spencer's voice was soft and Adrian didn't even understand. Why would he hurt himself? Thats just stupid, wouldn't it make sense to leave scars on other people's body and not your own? It seems like a much better stress reliever to hurt someone who harasses you than to hurt yourself. The confusion showed on Adrian's face too. His mouth gaping open just slightly, his jaw set sort of crooked and his eyes narrowed, dark eyebrows furrowed to create creases. "Why?" he questioned out loud. He didn't quite understand this, and he was a curious guy and he intended to get the answers he wanted.

"Well, not all of them. But their all my fault." He has added and Adrian shook his head. "Your fault would be dropping a plate on accident and watching it shatter. Marks on your arms aren't your fault." He moved a bit closer to Spencer, intrigued by his scars and not having the sense not to stare. "I mean I guess technically you DID put them there yourself by.. why? You had to have reason and I'm sure this reason isn't your fault. Even if you think it is I bet it isn't. You're flawless in a lot of ways and even your imperfections are awesome, they're what make you... you. Without them you'd be a blank canvas and no one likes that. You decorate your canvas with blood and cuts and I use a less violent alternative of marking on myself with marker. You should try it, I think you'd like it." He smiled brightly even though he still didn't understand Spencer.

He also figured he should help the guy so he uncapped his marker and got to work on scribbling on his arm. /I've been up in the air, out of my head./ /In The end everything collides./ /The only hope for me is you./ He shrugged and slowly gave his marker to Spencer. "Just don't hurt yourself please." He smiled weakly and went in for a final hug. Wow he was being awfully touchy today. He better be careful, if he becomes with social with everyone possession would be easier.

He stood up and smiled down at Spencer. "Take care of my marker. Now I think I might have more hair dye stowed away somewhere in here." He trailed off and went off looking in his drawers. When he came back he had bright red hair dye. "So I don't know how well this will work but I've been thinking about dying my hair and maybe you should join me." He smiled and reached for Spencers hand. If Spencer actually took Adrian's hand then the two would be off on their way down the hall and to the bathrooms.

Once they were back in their room the first thing Adrian did was straighten out his rug so it covered up the big drawing on his floor again. “You forgot this,” he heard Spencer say as he was handed the rest of his hair dye. "This will be nice halloween decorations" he noted as he got to his feet and kept his towel up with one hand while he put the left over hair dye in a drawer.

Next thing on Adrian list before crawling into his bed was to change into dry clothes. His pale colored skin had long since dried and lost the red color from the hair dye and the heat of the shower water, but his boxers were soaked and even left a trail of light red water. So he had made his way over to the dark ebony colored drawers in his room, half of them left empty for Spencer's things. After a moment of shuffling the soft dark fabrics Adrian found red boxer briefs that he would change into. Seeing as he had a towel up hiding everything he used his free hand to pull his boxers off and toss them into a laundry hamper. Once that was finished with he put on the dry boxers and pulled on the bottoms of his pjs, buttoning the last few button before dropping his towel and putting his onsie on the rest of the way.

"I'm not used to having a roommate.. sorry I probably should have thought ahead of time and brought different clothes into the bathroom to spare any awkward moments." He shrugged, "whats done is done though, you've seen me half naked and honestly I don't mind if you don't mind, it's not like I was butt naked." Spencer was looking down at him from the top bunk and Adrian just stared back. He held the taller man's gaze for just a moment before flopping onto the bottom bunk and yawning. "I don't usually sleep" he said, looking up at the top bunk where Spencer is laying. "Sleep is scary, to be unconscious, your body left defenseless. I do not see how anyone can sleep peacefully while I lay awake. Alexander.." he paused remembering other patients called him by the name Dr. Evans. "I mean, Dr. Evans says I have something called insomnia." He shrugged his shoulders, it was rare for him to talk so much.. but he hadn't had anyone to talk to in so long.

It gets lonely in mental institutions, thats what Adrian tried to get out. But they always pull you back. It's like a god damn prison cell, no escape.

He sighed softly and got back to his feet, getting a new black sharpie from his desk and writing around one of the drawers on it "get me out of my head 'cause it's gettin' kinda cramped in here." He liked that phrase, it suits him well and he really wished he could have a different mind. Alexander says he has an extraordinary mind, which is true, Adrian is actually very smart despite his mental illnesses and his lack of interest in anything that he doesn't want to do. However, with so many voices telling him to do things he doesn't wanna do or seeing so many things that could hurt him, he often gets over whelmed and sometimes can't even think for himself.

“I don’t have insomnia,” he heard Spencer say from the top bunk. "Thats good" he said gently, smiling even though Spencer couldn't see his facial features since he had his back towards the guy right now. “I just have trouble staying asleep. One of the doctors I went to said it has something to do with anxiety." His roommate continued as Adrian turned around and started heading back to his bed. "Thats not so good," he said with a frown. "I don't have anxiety, I just don't usually talk much. Before you were here I would only talk to the doctors and sometimes my roommates that I actually liked. Sometimes I wouldn't even talk to the doctors." He sighed and stopped before getting into bed.

“Did you plug in the night light?” Spencer asked and Adrian looked up at him blankly for a minuet before finally, his brain registered what the guy said. "Oh," he started, talking softly. "No. I haven't. I'll do that now," Adrian said awkwardly making his way to a light socket, looking around for the night light on his way, picking it p and plugging it in. He then glanced at the over head light with a sigh. "I have to turn the light out." He stated apologetically, and terrified for himself. "I'm sorry, they'll yell at me if I leave the over head light on."

He grabbed his slender black flashlight and walked over to the light switch. He braced himself, taking a deep breath and feeling his heart speed up and pound in his chest. Who knows what could happen tonight, demons and other weird things have been happening to him all day, in broad day light. In the dark these creatures and images just got more vivid, more scary. He shut his eyes tight, and finally clicked it off.

Even through his eyelids, he could see the lights turn out. The color around him went from a light reddish color to pitch black and his breath caught in his throat. He quickly turned his flashlight on and opened his eyes, slightly comforted by the nightlight Spencer had provided and his own light being expressed from his flashlight but still terrified. He walked quickly and anxiously back over to his bed, put his skeleton hood up and climbed under the covers.

To ease his mind, Adrian decided to talk to Spencer. "I never finished what I was saying" he said softly, skimming the light around the room nervously with a shaking hand. "I don't have anxiety, I just didn't talk. I guess I didn't talk because.. well I liked being known as the scary intimidating guy that never talked and dressed in all black. I liked people being afraid to approach me. It was a nice change, being feared rather than being the one afraid. No one talked to me that wasn't a doctor or forced into chatting with me one way or another and I didn't want them to anyways. Besides, when I had no friends in this hell hole I didn't see a reason to talk unless I needed to."

He stopped talking for a long while and just kept looking around the room. "Besides, when other patients are afraid of you, they wont approach you and possibly hurt you. You cannot possibly trust anyone these days. They all either wanna slit your throat or are working with the people who want to slit your throat."

After the conversation died down, Adrian guessed Spencer went to sleep. He had to tried to sleep tonight, he really had but it just didn't happen. He tossed and turned all night, and every time he closed his eyes he just heard sharp claws on tile and rancid breath on his neck. There was no way he could fall asleep and let them get him, he had to stay up. He wasn't exactly tired though, being paranoid with your heart beating this fast often gets your blood flowing and adrenaline pumping, so he was wide awake. He hated being awake though. When he's up for so long all by himself, it gives him time to think. Thinking is bad. Unspeakable horrors can be pulled from his brain, just made him more paranoid.  

Even when he did drift to sleep, he was only awoken only maybe 30 minuets later by some hair raising sense of suspicion. In all Adrian had gotten maybe an hour of sleep that night. He just kept looking at the clock, waiting for it to be a reasonable time to wake Spencer up. Usually Adrian woke him roommates up at 7, just in time for breakfast but today was different. It was different because he got scared. Terribly scared of the darkness of his room, he wanted Spencer to be up and maybe comfort him. So with no second thoughts, not waiting to let something grab him and kill him he leaped quickly off his bunk, crawling up the ladder to the top bunk and sitting in a ball at the end of Spencers bed, peering down at the floor nervously.

"Spencer" he said in a hushed but still worried tone. He pulled one of his hands away from his body to shake his roommates leg. "Spencer" he said again, this time in a more pleading voice. "Wake up please, I want to turn the light on." He was unsure if his begging had woken him, so Adrian then shifted so he was sitting in the small space wedged between Spencer's back and the pale white wall. The wall was cold, but Spencer's body heat over powered that so Adrian felt quite warm and safe in this little crack. No matter how safe he felt though, He needed to wake Spencer up. He placed both hands on his side carefully and shook him gently, hoping he didn't scare him. "Lets go eat breakfast" he said, looking nervously down at the ground again.

Adrian jolted back when Spencer sat up quickly, which caused him to hit his head on the wall behind him. "Ouch" he said softly, touching the back of his head softly. "Good morning," Spencer had said and Adrian smiled brightly. He sat cross legged on the top bunk as he watched Spencer climb down and turn the lights on, also changing shirts. "I wonder whats for breakfast" Adrian said as he blinked his eyes, letting them get used to the sharp white light.

"Hopefully something good" he added as he climbed to the floor to put some clothes on. It's difficult sharing a room and not just awkwardly stripping down to get dressed. Even though Spencer had been with him for a little over a week it was still uncomfortable to get into clean clothes (when Adrian didn't feel to paranoid that he refused to get out of bed) and some days he hadn't even put on his pjs. Usually the nights where he stayed in his clothes are the nights that he would crawl out of his bed and use his flashlight as a lamp as he drew on different sheets of paper and things he found around his room.

Currently though, he was wearing his pjs. So he stumbled over to his dresser, pulling some clothes out of his colorless set up made up of completely black outfits for the most part. To Adrian, dressing in front of Spencer wasn't awkward, but he could tell it made Spencer feel weird so he tried to be as discreet in changing his clothes as possible. Adrian after all had dressed out in gym when he was in middle school, boys have seen him in his underwear all the time so it was no big deal to him.

Today he started with getting his shirt down, stripping his onside off half way to put on an all black t-shirt, then covering it with a cool black jacket covered in buttons and stuff. After that he tied a black and white striped bandana around his wrist, then it was time for his pants. Literally there was no way for him to change pants without being awkward, so he just took off the rest of his onsie and pulled some black skinny jeans that were a bit to big on over his boxers. Of course since they were so big on him he needed a belt to hold them up.

"Ready to go." Spencer said as Adrian joined him near the door before going out into the hall way. "Me to" he said as he opened the door and headed out into the hall. "Did you have a good sleep?" He questioned, running his hand through his messy red hair to pull it up out of his face, only for it to fall back down into his eyes.

-To the cafeteria-