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The evening air was cool on Regect’s back as he and Z sat on the porch of their small cabin. The breeze was crisp and icy, it made Regect shiver slightly. He could see that Z felt it too as he pulled his hoodie strings tighter.
The inky sky looked gloomy, with only a few stars speckled beneath the dark clouds.
“Do you think it’s gonna rain?” Z asked, a slight tiredness to his tone.
“I don’t know, probably.” Regect replied bluntly.
Regect looked down at his hands that were resting on a round coffee table. It sat in between them, separating the two. Regect kept his hands at a comfortable distance from Z’s. He admired Z’s hands, but they looked cold. They were pale, and Z seemed to try and hide them in the sleeves of his hoodie.
“Would you want it to rain?” Z questioned.
Regect was caught off guard by the sudden question.
“What?” Regect mumbled.
“Would you want it to rain?” Z asked again, irritation in his voice.
“I don’t fucking care if it rains. Don’t ask stupid questions!”
Z seemed to notice the anger in Regect’s voice, “It was just a question, no need to get your knickers in a twist.” Z spat playfully.
Regect paused, realising that he had just gotten angry over a simple question.
Why do I always do that? He thought. Regect looked up and noticed Z staring at him, it seemed like Z was studying him, trying to understand what his body language was saying instead of his non existent face. What is he looking at? Regect thought, Does he know?
“Let’s go inside, dude. I’m tired” Z said abruptly, interrupting Regect’s train of thought.
“Uh- yeah ok man” Regect replied, watching Z stand up.
Z stretched his arms out and let out a tired groan. Regect stood up and made his way over to the front door.
“What time did Moe say she was coming back?” Regect questioned.
“I think she said around 12, but I don’t know for sure.” Z replied.
As they entered the house they went their separate way, Z sluggishly climbed the stairs to his room and Regect plopped himself down on the couch.
He decided that he would wait for Moe, to make sure she got home. Regect switched on the TV and flicked through the channels, “There’s nothing good on” he mumbled to himself. Regect eventually settled for a random shitty rom-com that was already half way finished.
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Regect didn’t know how much time had passed, but as he glanced at the clock, he knew it had been longer than he expected. He looked at the TV and realised the movie he was watching had ended, and there was a new movie playing. Regect couldn’t remember anything that had happened in the film and was a little confused.
Did I fall asleep?
Regect stood up and let out a deep raspy groan as he stretched. He glanced around the room, everything looked as he left it, until he looked in front of him. Lying on the couch across from him was Z. Regect took a step closer feeling confused. When did he get here? How long was I out? Many questions filled Regect’s head, but he had no answers.