Midnight Pretenders (BL)

Chapter 6

Don't ask me why I prefer to call that something an 'it' when obviously it is a living thing and it looked more like a human being. But still, we cannot be so sure of things right away. What if, as of this moment, there had been a tragedy happening outside, and what if that human-being-sort of creep lying there is already a zombie and before I even got close to him, some maniac cannibal freak would come out of nowhere and bite me with his teeth that would turn me into like the rest of them?

No way, would I even dare. Though, I know I'm over-exaggerating this. This is only a terrible effect of having to spend most of your waking hours in front of the TV. Too much Walking Dead. Too much marathons, Shai.

"Dad?" I call out from where I stood behind the window blinds of our living room, to dad who was currently busy in the kitchen as I hear the clattering noises from there.

Dad is the resident cook in our house. Mom had long gone abandoned that position since the day she got hired as a clerk at the town bank. She really loved her position there even when she was missing sleep. Sometimes I tell her that she doesn't really have to exert too much effort for a tiring job like that but she told me she doesn't really mind. She says that it's better than being inside the house all day which would just bore her to death at her age unlike being in an office where she can freely move and stretch her muscles out. So it didn't leave any other choice but for dad and I to be responsible of the house duties since then.

Though to be honest, dad's really the more homey type between the both of them. He's more capable in the domestic department than mom. And yes, their roles are kind of switch, if you've noticed. But I'm kind of used to it now, anyway. So, I guess, it doesn't seem strange to me at all.

"Yes honey?" I hear dad asks back from the kitchen.

"There's something lying on the driveway." I said, a bit unsure as I continually stare at the 'it' with assertive eyes. It still laid there, immobile.

"Maybe it's the newspaper," dad replies, "I'm afraid I'm still busy with the bacon here, honey. Why don't you go get it instead?"

I was about to say I can't and 'no, it's not newspaper, dad' but I stopped when the supposedly 'it' moved. It didn't entirely moved that much. It was just a little nudge. I saw its feet (or I assume it were) make a small action of its own, and that took my attention. So in the next minute, I was already on my way towards the front door, determined to see it up close because my curiosity was killing me. I will have to find this 'it' out on my own now.

"Forget the zombies," I muttered to myself, putting my shoes on in a haste. Then, I march out of the house towards the 'it', my shoes creating squeaky noises as I made a beeline for it.

And so much for being so curious, because the 'it' wasn't really that pretty interesting at all. I looked down, disappointed to find that the 'it' just happened to be another normal human being who was only sleeping, or maybe half-dead (still a possibility) because I could not see clearly if it was still breathing or not.

I studied it and silently observed his slumbering state.

The 'it' was a he. And he was deeply asleep... Just asleep with no care for the world, wearing a black shirt and a pair of denim jeans. He looks young but not young enough to be called a minor, based on how he looks. Maybe he's twenty-one or older, cause he got this rugged look that really looks great on him, I guess. And surprisingly, this young man is really pretty. Maybe pretty at this angle I'm looking at but I'm definitely sure this guy had the numbers on him. He's very attractive, period.

"Hrmmnn," the guy suddenly begun to groan, startling me, and I was relieved to know he was still alive. The last thing I really needed right now is to witness a murder scene in front of our house that has nothing to do with our family at all. Though, lucky for him, if he ever was half-dead, my dad would be of a big help. Yet fortunately, this guy seems okay. And he even looks good... Really looking good, if you know what I mean.

"Hey," I call out to the guy, who was just making subtle shaking of his head with his eyes frowning yet still closed. At least, he's making normal movements. That's a relief.

"Hey," I say again, louder this time but the guy just shifted a little to his side and went back to sleeping like a dead man. His movement brought out a chance for me to see his entire face revealing one that I couldn't take my eyes off from.

Straight thick eyebrows, long lashes, pouty lips that you could have guessed is very prone to smirking (I just pretty much assume this one, though), and a strong jaw pooled with a five-o'clock shadow. He looks like an angel as he sleeps, a face that must have been offered a lot of contracts in the modeling industry--a face more likely to be seen on those those magazines mom had been buying before when she still hasn't gotten the job at the town's bank.

"Hey," I pry my eyes away from his face, gently nudging his hip with my foot instead. Though, I couldn't really resist myself from staring at his face now and to that broad chest from where I stood. Since both his face and the broad chest part had already put an effect on me and it discomforted me in a very weird way.

"Hey, mister," I crouch down and lean towards him a little. Patting his shoulder with my hand, I say, "Mister, you can't sleep here, this is trespassing. Who are you?"

"Urngggh..." the guy only manages to reply, swatting my hand away with subconscious efforts and shifted more to his other side this time. Now, he's lying on his back, fully exposing his whole profile. His shirt had also ridden up, revealing a slight view of... Oh, abs. And god, it was hot. He got to go away now, he's turning me into a drooling creep here.

"Mister, wake up!" I yell but the guy still didn't bulge. I was starting to get frustrated so I stood up angrily and went back inside the house.

I strode straight to the kitchen and open the cupboard beside the fridge.

"Did you get the newspaper, honey?" dad asks me when he saw me, though he's still busy making breakfast to even notice my frustration.

"It's not newspaper," I said, still rummaging through the cabinet.

"No? Then what is it?"

"I'm not sure," I told dad when I found the thing I needed and went to the sink to fill it with water.