Drummer

4

I awoke groggily and weak. The Sun barely shined through the gray curtains and the room looked completely dull. I looked over to my right and saw Dan asleep on his cot. It was kind of funny since he had one arm over his head and the other arm hanging from the bed and the cover were barely covering him, making his blue Calvin Klein boxers and bare chest visible. I chuckled and sat up. I looked at the clock. 10:07 am. I sighed since I overslept. Stupid Pj and his want to 'go to clubs and s**t'. My phone vibrated and checked it.

Text from Pj:

Yooooooo! Want to go to the diner!?

I smiled and instantly typed the reply.

Text to Pj:

Okay! But  you're paying since I payed for your bloody beer last night!

I put off my phone and headed to the shower. I waited for a few second so the water would heat up then I rinsed myself, lathered, then rinsed myself again. I dried myself off and looked at myself in the mirror. Jesus Christ I'm so white!

I put on my boxers and hung the towel. I went back in and saw Dan wide awake munching on some cereal straight from the box.

"Morning." He said bitterly and I nodded at him. 

I ignored his munching and got myself dressed. I put on a black shirt, blue jeans, and my black converse. As I was straightening my hair, there was another rhythmic knock on the door. And they were singing We're Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister.

"Chris, what the f**k do you want?" Dan yelled making me flinch and almost burning my forehead off.

"You have my phone, asshole!" I heard and laughed at their beautiful and extensive vocabulary, sarcasm intended.

Dan groaned, stood up, opened the door, threw the phone at Chris, and closed the door on his face.

"What? No 'good morning' kiss?" He asked and I laughed making Dan moan as we heard Chris's footsteps echo on the hallway.

I stood up, put on my coat, grabbed my phone and keys, and opened the door.

"Where are you going?" I heard Dan ask and looked at him.

"Out for breakfast, want anything?" I asked, trying to be polite at my asshole flatmate.

"I'm good, bye." He said and I closed the door. 

I really hope this is just a phase because I can't stand that i***t. He's so mean, and doesn't even try to be nice. Only one time was he nice and it was when we were introducing ourselves. He's such a prick. I barely sleep at night since he lights up a cigarette in the middle of the night. At least he is semi-considerate and opens the window so the flat doesn't stink but still. 

I made it to Pj's flat and waited for a while then when I heard the door unlock I saw Pj emerged from his room with another guy. This one had very deep blue eyes, pale skin, short, curly, brown hair, and very skinny.

"Phil, this is my flatmate, Troye. Troye this is my friend, Phil." He introduced us and we shook hands.

"Nice to meet you." He said and I smiled.

"Ditto." I smiled back.

"Well let's go!" Pj exclaimed and we started walking off then he slowed down and started sniffing.

"What the hell, mate?" Troye asked and then Pj came closer to me and sniffed me.

"Phil, you smell like smoke." He said as we made it out the University gates.

"Are you kidding me? I thought I washed off this smell. Ugh, I'll kill him!" I said and Pj looked at me confused.

"Who? Your flatmate?" Pj suggested and I nodded.

"He's the drummer from that band we saw last night. His name's Dan and he's annoying and arrogant as f**k. He smokes in the room which makes me wreak of this." I said and Pj laughed.

"Wait, you live with a band member?" Troye asked. "That's awesome!" 

"More like 'horrible'." I said.

"Hey, well you just gotta suck it up and get use to it." Pj said. "We can't change flatmates, it's in the rulebook." 

"Well if this doesn't end quick, I might shoot myself."

"I'll start planning your funeral." Pj said and we laughed.