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Noah maxwell was tired, he probably haven't slept in what felt like a year straight.
He doesn't know how he's still alive, or on what logic does the world around him operates. And maybe he doesn't want to know.Right now Noah is laying on his bedroom floor, why floor you may ask ? Because his bed got to hot and it bothered him, so he slide down his bed frame tugging on his pillow to go down with him in this bothersome night.After laying on the ground for a about 5 minutes, maxwell felt like his back will curse him out, like he's legs will break all by themselves and how his neck will snap in half. So he sits up and stretch his arms out and yawns.After a long time of trying to find a place where to sleep that isn't his bed (for some reason) like his chair or his table, he suddenly hears a sound coming from the other room of his home.Noah flinched, he almost begged God or whatever there is to just let him have this night, but his prayers weren't heard, what seems to be a recurring thing.The sound of footsteps could be heard trough out all the house. It felt like those footsteps made an echo chamber around them.Maxwell just sat there looking directly at the ground, not breathing, holding his chair like it could save him.When suddenly he heard Humming,and the voice or well the sound of it was quite familiar.When Noah's brain finally understood whose voice is that, it felt like a bullet of a rifle went right trough his head, or a truck just ran him over or any other metaphor really.It was motherfucking HABIT, it almost made maxwell just throw up all his guts from anxiety.The only thing that made Noah finally get out out of his head was a sudden movement of someones hand in front of his eyes."Earth to Noah " HABITS voice rung trough.
It was mocking, almost snarky and definitely full of himself. Well that was typical HABIT.Noah blinked few times and slowly raised his eyes to look at HABIT.HABITS shit eating grin was seen even in the death of night.Noah almost fell down with his chair but HABITS hand that was placed behind Noah's chair didn't let that happen.But with one swift motion habit turned the chair to his side making Noah yelp and curse under his breath."Well hello there insomniac" HABIT chuckled darkly and grabbed noahs fistful of hair, tugging on it so that maxwell would look at HABIT fully.Noah let out a strained groan of pain and a litte hiss from his hair being so harshly tugged on. "What do you want...?" Noah mumbled trough the pain."Sorry i didn't hear you, could you speak up?" HABIT said mockingly and laughed, the laugh filled maxwells brain for a good minute before Noah tried to get HABITS hand off his hair."I said, what do you want from me motherfucking cockssucker !?" Noah almost shouted before being roughly lead to his bed."You see Noah, your mind will be a fucked up mush if you don't sleep. And I Don't want that, I need you to be flinching and twitchy again " HABIT said and smirk promptly pushing Noah on his bed."I can't-" Noah was rudely inturapted."Sleep? Yeah no shit Sherlock, have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Your eye bags will soon be as a low as hell" HABIT laughed and took out a pill from his pocket.Noah was so very sure that HABIT will just drug him and torture him, but that wouldn't make sense, why would HABIT drug him if he can just torture him right here."Calm down, it's just sleeping pills. It's not like you can sleep whiteout some kind of way of shutting your body down." HABIT
chuckled and put the pill inside Noah's hand."Swallow it, I know you know how to do that. You drink up alcohol like it's water it wouldn't be a big difference for you" HABIT scoffed and walked out out of the room with his last words being "later, bitch !"Noah was left confused, and maybe a tad bit worried.
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Working at retail was insufferable alone, but Working with that guy was even more hard.
He was annoying, sure he and Evan didn't talk a lot. Mostly just simple questions where to put something or get something.But God did Evan hate that guy, it was to the point that Evan would grab a fistful of his own hair and tug on it for atleast some relief. Of course he did that alone in his house, but that change the fact that even in his comfortable, messy, dirty home he would think about his coworker. That he softly called jerk.Evan would practically stare at the guy for hours at end, thinking about all the ways he could hurt the guy.
The thought that the guy was frankly attractive was making Evan's blood boil even more.
Right now Evan was on his break looking at the poor guy again.He can stalk the guy to his house and murder him in his sleep, or blackmail him if he had only knew atleast his name...And maybe it's stupid to think so, but maybe Satan himself listened to his prayers and made the victim turn that way that Evan could finally see his name on the shirt.Noah.What a stupid ass name, sounds like his a fucking virgin in his prime at college. But looking at his face and knowing that even Evan himself found him attractive, factually, but still, he probably have fucked the whole college he was attending..stupid whore.For some reason Evan's
theories (that's the only way you can call it since Evan didn't know Jack shit about noah)
were making our wolf in sheep clothing even more angry.He could, theoretically, just talk to Noah and black mail him from all the stuff he would tell Evan . But knowing Evan's nature he would get bored of the conversation way too quickly.He tried still, but it didn't work out. So he was back to square one, Noah looked pathetic, Noah looked religious (that's how Evan knew that the guy was a dumbass) .Oh how much have Evan fantasized about Noah screaming from pain, shouting and praying for his lord and savor to help him only for his prayers never to be heard.At least Evan
would make sure of that.Hell he would make a deal with devil himself that so Noah's prayers wouldn't go trough
.
After some time evan had noticed an unbearable feeling of being watched. Maybe it was his sins crawling down his back, but after some time of stacking shit on the shelf he was now sure, some bitch is looking at him.So when he turned around ready to confront the stalker (how ironic) he was met with a pair of brown eyes.Noah.Fucking Noah maxwell was looking at him, seemingly lost in his thoughts.Evans
palms suddenly became sweaty and his cap that he wore to his job felt
way heavier then he can remember. He's apron
that was suddenly squeezing him so tight he couldn't breathe was actually hanging loosely on his muscular looking figure.Noah tho only smiled and waved, and for the first time Evan
had believed in God himself.Because that couldn't be a coincidence. For the love of God, sweet Jesus and mother Mary.He saw Noah smirk like he knew every thought inside Evan's head.
And he wasn't scared.