Roommates

2. Breakfast For Two

I woke up around six, I had class at eight. I showered and got dressed. When I went to make a bowl of cereal, I made it and my phone went off.

I bounded out of the room and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. It was Ray. "Hey FroToro." I chirped.

"Hello Frankiestein, how'd it go with your first night in the dreaded Room 13?" Ray asked.

"Dreaded? Why is it dreaded?" I mumbled. "It was nice, watched some horror film and slept. Its just weird being alone." I added, clueing him in on my night.

"You watched a DVD?" Ray asked.

"Uh, no. It came on TV." I answered.

"Oh, uh. Frank, there aren't any channels that play movies here." Ray said.

"Weird." I said. I began walking to get my cereal. "It was on my...what the hell?" I muttered. My food and bowl were gone, the dishwasher cracked open.

"What? What happened?" Ray asked, Hus concerned tone shocked me out of my dazed moment.

"Uh, nothing. I thought I saw something move." I said forcing out a fake laugh. "I must still be half asleep." I joked.

"Haha, okay. Well Frankie, me and Bob will meet you are the campus café in half an hour. Alright?" Ray asked. I nodded as if Ray could see me. He chuckled. "I can't see you move your head "

"Oh!" I laughed. "I'll see you guys there." I said. We said our goodbyes and I put my phone in my pocket, I moved to the dishwasher.

I pulled it open, sure enough there were two bowls, one from last night and one from this morning. Two spoons as well.

"What the fuck?" I asked, I made another bowl of cereal and ate it quickly. I put my mess away and put some shoes on. I grabbed my book bag and left the dorm locking the door behind me.

I walked to the café and I was there before i knew it. Bob and Ray even got me a coffee. I took a seat and drank and a nice amount.

"Bobert, you said the dorm freaked you out. Why?" I asked. Bob and Ray shared a look.

"Well, rumor has it, the room is haunted." Bob said. I laughed nervously. "Like, we don't believe in ghosts, but you can definitely feel something else there." Bob told me.

"Someone died in there." Ray said. I almost choked on my coffee. "It was last year."

"Before Toro came. I knew the guy, he was fucking weird." Bob said. Bob was a year old then Ray by a year. Bob was twenty-one and Ray was twenty. I was eighteen.

"How was he weird?" I asked.

"He had the highest marks in New York, no friends, wore nothing but black, looked like a vampire, didn't talk to anyone, only had one visitor a month and it was the same guy each time, and he barely went to any lectures." Bob explained. I nodded.

"How'd he die?" I asked.

"Suicide." Ray answered.

"Overdosed in sleeping meds, slit his wrists and stuff, also managed to hang himself." Bob told me. I bit my lower lip

"His name?" I asked.

"Gerard." Ray answered. I nodded. we finished our coffees and Ray and I went to a guitar lecture and Bob went to his drum lecture.

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A/N: hey guys!!!! Whatcha think of this? Lolol what happened to the cereal?! Tell me in the comments.

~You're On My Mind..All The Time

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