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i think 3rd pov -
5:34am, 6th of may, year 1959or196piss, knox was wide awake. as much as he tried to convince his brain that he is sleeping or however people try to sleep, he couldn't due to charlie's snoring. with a sigh, he sits up on his bed, then looks around, as if looking for some kind of... anyone who is looking, then he gets up to approach charlie's nightstand, opens it, and grabs a bottle of whiskey, then sits down on his bed.
this will make shit worse, but, well... fuck it! he pops open the bottle, and fucking chugs it desperately. then he hides all evidence of alcohol by... well putting the bottle under his bed, i don't fucking know; maybe the monster under the bed would want that last drop!! and with that, he passes out, it's not that he is a lightweight, he is simply tired, and the author hasn't tried real alcohol before and has no knowledge about how it fucking works.
knox' pov -
i woke up at 5:34am... june 6th, and got out of the bedsheets, it was a little too early, however, i get up to open the blinds, i saw a bird on a tree near my window, it had a man's face... i wave at it normally, then turn around, and see charlie looking at me with a grin, it was at this point that i realised this is a dream; charlie would never not murder me if i opened the blinds, but- i physically couldn't wake up, and mentally couldn't turn this into a lucid dream.
"what're your plans for today, knocks?" i knew he said knocks instead of knox, this is a dream- of course i knew, and it pissed me off more then it normally would, "oi well fuck yw too lad" i responded britishly, which confused me but before i could react to it- he got up and went to... the dresser- we do NOT have a dresser in our room, what the FUCK is that- it had make up too?!?!??!?!11?! well, i'll be damned, i looked at the clock again - 4:50pm - and looked back at him... and oh, did i see the most majestic view ever; charlie. in DRAG. fuck, i remember hearing someone rambling about secretary birds and showing me how they look- and he looks like one, he looks like a fucking secretary bird, orange-ish red eyeshadow blended into orange blended into yellow in a path that goes down his nose (?? like it refines his face crest?? i don't fucking know how to explain it, just imagine it like goth make up but colorful), lines of extremely dark blue, eyeliner and eyelashes, lines of the same color right under his eyes, not lashes- i don't know how to explain, and oh boy, he was applying lipstick, looking at himself in the mirror as he did so. he noticed me looking at him through the mirror, and he grins, opens his mouth to speak, and says... "*saxophone noises*"... with that, i jolted up from my slumber, looked around, and saw charlie playing his saxophone right next to my bed... he wasn't wearing any make up :((
he pulls his lips away from the saxophone thing as he notices the fact that i have woken up, however, not noticing my gay awakening "good morning, understreet" he says with a grin. he was already ready for the day, the blinds were open, the sun was shining right at his charming grin- i cover my face with the pillow and groan loudly to prevent any of the gayotary coming in my brain. "it's time for breakfast, your honor" he says as he sets his saxophone back in its case, zips it closed... i don't know how to explain it, but he is such an ipad kid- i don't fucking know what im talking about but he looks like someone who would get that title in the future...
well! i brush my teeth, i wash my face, i do other morning stuff, change my clothes and now i am ready to go to breakfast. we walk down the hall to the dinging room of the school. a- and in the meanwhile, our hands brush against each other because we were walking so close... gosh, he's so cute, he smells like hookah, i sometimes wonder how people can't tell that he has a fucking bong in our dorm, and it smells like shit, but whatever... as we arrive at the dininininininininining room, we sit down with the rest of the dead peters society, todd and neil being todd and neil, pitts and meeks being nerds, and me and charlie being........ friends....... we all eat our food, then go study, mr keating being the best teacher ever oh my god hes so cool, then the worst teacher ever mrwhatshisname boo tomato tomato brick tomato
- timeskip -
it has been weeks, and i still can't stop thinking about the dream where that charlie is a drag man breaking out of egg [←i wanted to look something up but i forgot to change the tabs but i am keeping this for funny purposes] queen 3am yesterday, 10th of june, i drank too much alcohol, and wrote a letter to chris... that's right- CHRIS NOEL, this was probably the worst letter i have wrote on the typewriter... "chris, thannsdfghjkl you for all the time we spent, but i think we're both gay yoiu have mbeen making jookesabout being a lesboiab, amd it is funmnny, butt im starting to suspect that you are actually a girl.i hope you achievbeing girl with girls, because ielike boys too. well.one boy........ his name is chcarlie dalton, iehadaddraam abithindnfnfnffnhuhyuyhuy3908404781328917507350341982076416093471 h. also, ia m givign brith tomorrrrrrrowh, happpy birth day to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" the rest was incoherent because i bashed my head against the typewriter and bashed numbers and it was when i already put it in her mail when i realised what i have done. so i cried myself to sleep. 11th of june is my 17th fetus → infant evolution anniversary, and today is 11th of june. first thing i see when i wake up? a letter from none other than chris noel, "dear knox lets brak up and become friends, love you" YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYso with that being settled, i shall try to get with charlie... but how?... charlie's pov - "charles." i hear knox say in a scary voice:fearful:. i look at him, and gulp, and he gives me a look; one thatmakes me anticipate for the worst to happen-- "let's go to a chuck'e cheese."............"knox.." he gives me a glare, and despite my fear i proceed... "knox what the fuck is a chuck'e che-" "get ready." he cuts me off...... "what does that mean..." i ask, "do you have make up?" my eyes widen. i was just wondering how i would look like if i wore make up before knox started to act weird- but of course, i can't really tell him that- he'll think i am a fact got!! "obviously not..." he sighs "okay lets go to chuck'e cheese" then i find myself walking along with him, despite not knowing what chuck'e cheese is, i walk next to him. i have never been this scared in my life- usually i am just grinning smugly and making people insane because im just a ragebaiter like that, but holy shit i am scared. "heh, s- so... who is chuck and whydoes he love cheese :joy::joy::joy:" then we find ourselves in front of an arcade... what the fuck is an arcade. i look at him... then we enter the """"""""arcade"""""""" and he laughs manically "knox what the fuck are you-" "IM GONNA BEAT YOU ON ALL OF THESE JUST WATCH" he then rushes to a cargame thing.. i shrug, and follow. we play, he got 24t2834834764362984761238476, and i got 7... fuck this is awkward! "well fuck you too" i mutter, then he looks at me... "charlie you're such a loser, i am in love with you..." he confesses, and i raise aneyebrow "knox what the fuck..." "must've been the wind!!" "i am gay too" ............ "so, what are we?" "two gays in an arcade..." i grin, before he cries, and i groan "BOYfriends, faggot..." "oh okay" he responds returning to normal then we kiss, and chris cheers in the background...