radiodust human - mental hospital au.
𝟎𝟏. 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦;
Alastor just can't believe his eyes, Angel Dust himself like a gift from heaven, being his roomate in the hospital. Suddently, he's not so bored anymore.
Quickly recomposing himself, he pretends his mouth wasn't twisted into the biggest smirk ever, that his eyes weren't wide behind his glasses. He looks directly into Angel's eyes, his mouth just twitching to grow into a smirk again when he catches Angel's own eyes growing in disbelief.
He's going to have too much fun with this, he hopes. It's not like Alastor never hoped for this to happen. A miracle, his former classmate — friend? crush? — sent into his arms. Or his dorm, since Alastor just saw a nurse leading Angel to his — Alastor's (and now Angel's) — room.
It all started when they were sophomores. Both of them, being in the same biology class.
It was destiny, honestly. The day before classes started, and he was glued to his phone with both Rosie and Mimzy on the other line, checking their schedules. Rosie had her history classes with Mimzy, Alastor and Mimzy shared their trigonometry class and Rosie and Alastor couldn't wait to have at least one class together. Except that never came.
The next day, he was quite pouty in his first period, sitting all alone when his best friend could've been right there on his side. And then the door opens and the teacher says something but Alastor is too distracted by the way the tree right outside the classroom moves with the wind, and it's going to rain-
And someone is sitting next to him, the scent of smoke and perfume hitting his nostrils before he can grasp what's happening.
That... creature. With long limbs, pale skin, blue eyes, blonde hair with pink in the ends, and a bubblegum growing with air between his lips while he drops his backpack in the floor.
The bubblegum pops, and Alastor's attention does too. He looks away, and his deskmate doesn't even seem to notice.
Alastor stares through the entire period. And when the bell rings, and he has to meet some girl named Charlotte for the drama club, the stranger speaks up. And Alastor can’t help but notice how tall he is now that he's standing.
"You ain't exactly playin' it subtle, ya know?" The gum smacks in his mouth, and Alastor can hear it.
He almost drops his backpack — which would have been so embarrasing — in surprise, and even the creature's voice makes Alastor shiver. Not with need or whatever, but with energy. Of what? He doesn't know — yet.
"Subtle? Whatever do you mean?" If Alastor could bat his damn eyelashes like the ladies in danger of Husk's old videogames, he would do it. Just a little sparkle to his performance.
When the stranger laughs, a tooth gem glints in the light and Alastor almost falls back at seeing the gem perfectly put in his canine tooth.
"Whatever, but at least give me your name. Just for, like, compensation or somethin for yer staring."
"I was not staring." He was, through the whole period.
"Alastor. It's a pleasure." He quickly debates woth himself if leaning in and taking his hand to give it a kiss would be too much. But his mother raised him to be a gentleman, so he does that and ignores the stare it earns him.
"I've never heard that name, geez. Oh- i'm Angel." Oh, perfect. "Angel Dust. Like the drug, y'know."
Y'know. Alastor knows. He knows just right. And he can smell the bubblegum from Angel's mouth, strawberry. And then the classroom it's almost empty and Angel is almost gone before he flashes Alastor another smile and walks off.
And Alastor wonders how much force he would have to use to take Angel's gem-decorated-canine-tooth out with his own teeth.
He catches himself thinking about Angel sometimes. And he doesn't think anything of it. He always remembers Mimzy when 'Chicago' is mentioned, since one summer they had a sleepover and they watched the movie twice after her pleading. He always remembers Rosie when someone says 'Rose', a more silly thing, but she likes to hear that.
And now, he always remembers a flash of blonde and pink when someone munches on a strawberry bubblegum in front of him. When someone smokes next to him and he recalls the first thing he caught on when Angel sat next to him. Normal.
He definitely doesn't get disappointed when Angel doesn't talk to him for two whole weeks of class. Either napping or playing with his phone instead of doing what he was supposed to do. Which was look at Alastor's direction. And the teacher's direction, maybe.
Alright, alright. Maybe he’s exaggerating. Angel does talk to him, flirts with him, even. But he quickly catches the way Alastor bristles and stops after two days. Sometimes, when Mr. Hart is talking, Alastor would sigh and Angel would silently snicker in agreement. In boredom.
Alastor makes other friends — he doesn't even know if he can call them that. Charlotte, a bubbly blonde with big brown eyes and a bigger mansion with butlers and maids and security, who got so happy when he said that he would participate in her play. Her best friend, Vagatha, who didn't liked him but Alastor couldn't care less. She was a good director, strict and almost sounded like a captain, but he could be better — also, annoying her was becoming one of his favorite hobbies. There was another dude... Penf... Pen...Pennie? Whatever, who was getting quite cozy with Husk and Nifty. He was just fine. Peachy. Rosie and Mimzy got along with everybody. A big group, if you will.
He has P.E with Husk - the worst person ever to do anything with physical activity — and he kept running in front of Husk’s tired figure, earning him a glare and sometimes a mock slap that didn’t even reach Alastor. When they’re sitting on the benches, Husk chugging down a bottle of water while listening to him talk about his new classes, Alastor opens his big fat mouth and talks about Angel Dust.
Husk stops gulping the water and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while giving Alastor a thousand glares in one.
“Really? Angel? That's new.” He says and leans back on the bench, groaning when he fully registers the hot sun in his skin. “He flirted with you yet?”
And Alastor looks away and Husk laughs and now who’s receiving the mock slaps is Husk. They argue back and forth, the subject ‘Angel’ being forgotten — thank god — and while they walk towards the locker room, he turns to Husk again.
“Also, Charlotte wants to sit together for lunch today. Apparently, she found another lost sheep.” Husk groans and mumbles because he wanted to smoke in lunch instead.
“This is starting to sound like a fucking cult. The new Manson Family.”
The lost sheep being Angel Dust himself. Who looked like the most bored person ever while Charlotte spoke excitedly next to Vagatha, picking peas out of the blonde's plastic tray to settle them on her own. Husk, who had his face pressed to the table, almost dozing out — Alastor kept throwing his own peas at Husk's face to (annoy) wake him up — Nifty, drawing something in her notebook while kicking her legs under the table and hitting Pennie — Peny? Peno? — every single time and successfully ignoring his complains. And Angel, typing on his phone through the whole thing and even yawning a couple of times — Alastor had to shake his head to destroy the thoughts of throwing a pea into Angel's open mouth.
The group dynamic was a bit off, not like Alastor cared. It was quite fun to watch Charlie — she insisted in the nickname — try and fail to tie them all together. They went by a month like that. Sometimes with fights that Alastor couldn't be happier to witness — almost all of them involving Vaggie and Angel.
That is, until Charlie puts her foot down into one idea. A sleepover every week at someone's house. The idea, obviously, gets shut down quickly. No one can lender their own home a night every week, parents being too nosy or controling. Alastor doesn't mention that his mom could care less about sleepovers, but he likes his house the way it is, his own world with his mother.
Of course, Charlie all but insists in the idea, settling it in her own house. And it becomes a regular thing.
Sometimes, they have it on Husk's place. One time, they came too close to doing it in Angel's home, only lacking his parents agreement, but Angel returned with a 'no' in his tongue and a fading purple-ish bruise in his arm.
One day, Alastor decides that it can't be that bad. His mother is ecstatic to finally have his friends over, and gives them all the privacy in the world. Husk and Nifty don't see nothing new, being regulars on his house. But Charlie gushes about how nice his mom is, with Vaggie nodding behind her and tugging blankets closer. Angel quietly agrees with it himself, and Alastor feels a something pull in him when he sees Angel laying down in a spare mattress, arm hanging out from underneath the covers when they're all almost falling asleep.
And he learns that Angel falls asleep fast. He scoots closer to his sleeping form, making sure no one is watching him so he can watch Angel. It's not like watching, is more like observing.
Angel has freckled shoulders. Little pink-ish spots all over his shoulders. His hair is soft — and Alastor knows this only by looking, it's not like he reached foward and touched his hair, never. He has some freckles in his face, but Alastor can't look for too long because Charlie comes back from the bathroom.
He goes to sleep next to Angel's backpack, and drifts off to the smell of strawberry bubblegum that Angel keeps stashed in the bigger pocket of the bag.
turnnoffyourmind
dededos
theartofmadeline
titsay
2087
