Attraction Between Light and Dark *FakeAHCrewAU* *Vagabond*

Chapter 1

A/N - Here is the first chapter. The next one will be up in a couple of days. Hope you enjoy!

"Motherfucker!" I screamed for what seemed like the millionth time these past few months. Sitting up in my bed letting the scene in my head play over and over. As soon as I started shaking my head clear my roommate walks right into my room. She is a complete night owl and is up all hours of the night.

Taking one look at me she sighs, "Again?"

    Rearranging my long black night shirt I didn't look directly at her. I mentally broke down a few months ago and told her everything. The dreams, the voices, the realism. Everything. She seemed totally fine her roommate was losing it. Even went so far as to keep tabs on me. Marking down the rare occasions I had no dreams at all. She became my rock through all this. Even though being weird was something I often wore like a metal of honour, but this is different.

    Her half ass attempt to put her black straight hair into a braid looked familiar and her brown eyes made me feel at home. Tonight however her eyes were laced with concern and worry; still had the same effect. I smile lightly and get up from my bed. Moving my shorts I mumble, "I'm fine. Don't worry." while walking past her out of my room.

    She said nothing back as I made my way to our kitchen. I looked over to the stove and mentally threw daggers at the time 2am. Fuck me, today is going to get tough.

    "Work today?" I hear behind me. I nod slowly. Hating my work was an everyday thing, it paid the bills so that's all that matters. Turning on the kettle I say, "Choose."

    Giggling is what I get back then my answer, "Chocolate!"

    I smile, "Fine choice." I toss my long brown hair into a messy bun. Opening a cupboard I grab two mugs and the special hot chocolate my mother makes and sends me when I start to run out. Dumping three spoon fulls into each mug I wait for the kettle to click off. I must have zoned out because a plush toy whizzed by my vision, "... the hell?"

    "You weren't listening to me. So Link came to get your attention."

    I smiled and picked him off the stove, "Well, thank you Link."

    I handed him back to my roommate smiling. Turning back to the kettle I ask, "Going to repeat your question?"

    "Yea. What was the dream this time?"

    Hearing the kettle click. I pour the boiling water into the mugs. Sighing I shrug, "The usual. Explosions, guns fire, car chases, and a fuck load of people dieing by me."

    "Nothing definitive?" She seemed hopeful. But that was totally useless.

    "They are all starting to blur now. Different places I cant make out. Same ordeal."

    "Hmm... I cant think why that would happen. Oh! Maybe you are a serial killer while sleeping walking?"

    I laugh, "Ever seen me leave?" I put a mug in front of her with a spoon and begin to stir my own.

    "No, I haven't. Well there goes my idea," she huffs.

    "And a beautiful one it was," I smile at her.

    Taking a sip of the hot liquid I feel better and begin to relax. I lean forward on the counter and stare off.

    "Boo Jaxx!" I am instantly looking at Link again.

    "We are going to have to lock you away if you keep your shit up Link."

    "But Lo said I can bug you."

    "Well tell Lo to play your games again. I swore you DON'T speak," I glared at the plush. I pushed up from the counter muttering, "I am fucking glaring at a plush thing at... 2:30 in the morning. Fucking hell!"

    Picking up the mug to take a drink I start to feel my head be caught in a vice, "I swear who ever thinks cursing me with headaches is funny is going to die a painful death."

    Lo laughs, "Homicidal tendencies again..."

    I smile, "Yea, yea. I know."

    Finishing my mug, I rinse it out and put it in the drying rack. Zoning out I get Cry in my vision, "Sup!"

    I scoff, "At least you picked someone who actually talks."

    "Yea... but that voice though," Lo laughs and I join her. It was true. Cry's voice was fucking epic.

    I gesture her Lo to give me her mug and she handed it over, "What times work?"

    "10am. I can probably manage a few more hours of sleep before I need to get up and get ready."

    "Damn these dreams...," she didn't need to finish that sentence. They have made my life interesting and not in the fun way.