Unexpected Ch 4

Bill was awoken by a large thud, and sharp pain in his legs. He opened his eyes slowly, still tired, and saw Tom, asleep on his legs.

"Ow Tom!" Bill squealed.

Tom was still fast asleep. Bill's legs were beginning to get sore under the pressure. He grabbed Tom's shoulders and shook him a bit to wake him up.

"Tom! You fell on me!" Bill whined.

Tom drowsily opened his eyes and look up at a slightly perturbed Bill. He snapped back to his sense and got off of him.

"Sorry. I must have fell off. You okay?" Tom asked.

"Uhm. Yeah, I'm fine. You only squished me a little." Bill rose from his sleeping space.

Tom looked over at his clock, which was reading 2.30pm. Tom's eyes widened at how late they slept.

"Man! We overslept."

"What time is it?" Bill questioned.

"2.30 in the afternoon."

"Oh. That's late. I used to have to wake up at 8 in the morning, no matter what."

"Well, since we missed breakfast and lunch, wanna get some food?" Tom asked.

"Yes please." Bill's stomach rumbled. His body wasn't used to such a late meal.

Tom headed down the flight of stairs, with Bill following close behind. The house was very unfamiliar to him, and he didn't want to lose sight of Tom.

"What cereal do you like?" Tom asked, running over the labels with his finger.

Bill didn't remember many of the names of cereal he ate when he was younger, but he did remember eating a cereal with little chocolate bits.

"Do any have chocolate?" Bill said quietly.

"Uhh..." Tom looked through the boxes, "Yeah yeah. Here."

He took out a box of cereal with chocolate puffs on the front.

"Thanks." Bill said.

"No problem. Milk's in the fridge."

Bill opened the doors to the fridge and found the gallon jug of milk. He poured his cereal and sat at the seat he sat in yesterday for dinner. He took a few bites and smiled at Tom, who was making himself a hot dog. Tom returned a little smile and sat down next to Bill.

"Have a nice sleep?" Tom questioned, stuffing hot dog bits in his mouth.

"Yes I did! Did you?"

"Yeah. You snore a little you know?"

"Really? Oh." Bill blushed from embarrassment.

"Naw it's fine. It wasn't bad. Dad snores louder. Don't worry about it." Tom said reassuringly.

After they ate, they went back up to Tom's room to watch TV.

"Haha yeah. Scrubs is on! Love that show."

"Scrubs? What's that?" Bill asked, seeing Tom's happy expression.

"Aw man. It's about these funny doctors. You have to watch it."

"God doctors. I'm sick of doctors." Bill sighed.

"No no no. These guys are hilarious. And sometimes they sing. Sit down." Tom motioned for Bill to sit next to him.

"Okay."
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"So do you like the show?" Tom asked while the credits rolled.

"Yeah!" Bill said, giggling.

"So I guess you don't get to do much at that hospital huh?"

"Not really. You have to keep yourself amused. Some people do that by talking to themselves and imagining things. I bet a lot of people in there weren't insane when they came in."

"There's just one thing I don't get,"

"What?"

"You're not crazy right?"

"Right."

"Then why were you in there?"

Bill's facial expression dropped, he remembered the reason why he was taken in. And he didn't want to tell Tom. He feared he wouldn't believe him, and think he was crazy, and lock him back up.

"I don't, I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"You won't believe me." Bill said solemnly.

"Bill, I'll believe you. You don't act crazy, you're not. I'll believe you.  Just tell me."

Bill took a deep breath and began explaining.

"It was my 13th birthday. About 5 years ago I guess. The day was almost over and it was getting dark. So I went to bed. A few hours later, at about 1 or 2 in the morning, I got up to go to the bathroom. When I washed up, I looked in the mirror. I," Bill paused, "I had fangs. And big dark lines under my eyes."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I knew you wouldn't believe me." Bill sighed.

"No no. Keep going, " Tom took a breath, "I believe you."

Tom was highly skeptical, but Bill didn't seem to be making it up.

"I started freaking out. I didn't believe it. I thought I wasn't awake all the way, so I went back to bed. I woke up and they were gone. But the very next night, it happened again. I was typing an essay and felt a pain in my mouth. I freaked out again. But it was really late, and I couldn't wake up my parents. I told them the next day. They didn't believe me. So I had a breakdown. No one believed me. They took me to a psychologist. But I could only go during the day. I didn't have any proof. It kept happening every night. My parents thought I was losing it. They dropped me off at the mental hospital, and never came back. I'm a vampire Tom."

Bill had tears welling in his eyes. From both the story, and the fact that Tom wouldn't believe him.

"I..., " Tom started.

"Don't take me back. Please!" Bill begged, "I can prove it to you! Wait til midnight. Just, just wait. Please." Bill started to cry.

Tom started to feel horrible. He didn't think Bill was crazy. He really didn't. But that story. It was so unbelievable. How could he believe it. Bill told him he was a vampire. But Bill was begging, and crying. Tom would wait til midnight. If nothing happened, he'd have to take him back. He couldn't have a psycho in his house. It might be dangerous.

"I'll wait." Tom replied.

Bill's entire face lit up.

"You will? You really will? Oh thankyou! I was afraid you would think I was crazy like everyone else. Thankyou. I'll prove myself. I'm not lying. I'm not crazy."

Bill hugged Tom without thinking. Tom accepted it, though it was unexpected. It was nice.