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samson went back to bed, not much hair left on his head
he ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
and history books forgot about us
and the bible didn't mention us

"Hi, Sollux, how are you doing?" An excited, bubbly, high-pitched voice blasted painfully into my ear drum, and I closed my eyes against the darkness; only to open them again to check the time on the red glowing clock on the opposite side of the room.

"You do realize that most people are asleep at five a.m., right, Feferi?" I groaned into the mouthpiece. In all honesty, I was glad she'd called; the vehement ringtone had jerked me out of another nightmare. Well, not exactly "another"; it was always the same one. Usually it ended before someone could pull me out of the water, though, and I always woke up with the sense that I should have died before realizing it had just been the dream again.

Still, that didn't change the fact that I was grumpy as hell when woken up after four hours of sleep by an ex-girlfriend from junior high.

"Oh, sorry!" She sounded apologetic, though, so I was willing to forgive her. "I totally forgot about the time difference! I'll just call you back in a few hours, then."

"No, I have school all day. Finals, remember? Just tell me now."

"Well..." She drifted off, voice sounding a little worried, and it effectively got my attention.

"What?" I said, still maintaining my grumpy tone.

"I'm kind of..." She paused, and I withheld the urge to snap at her to get on with it. "...coming to visit in the summer!"

"It is summer," I said, to conceal the fact that I was pretty happy about this new development. The major reason we had broken up those years ago was because she was moving to California and couldn't handle a long-distance relationship, but we were still great friends, even if I didn't like to admit it half the time.

"Not officially," she answered. "It's May, summer solstice is in June, and I'm coming in July." She giggled. "I'm calling you ahead of time so I could ask you something."

I sighed semi-dramatically. "What."

"Well, I don't really want to spend money on a hotel, so..."

"Forget it."

I could practically see her pouting face as I bluntly turned down her question before it was asked. "Aw, Sol... Why not?"

"I live in a one-bedroom apartment with a roommate who always gets the couch by proxy. To be 'ironic', as he puts it. I am not making you sleep on the floor."

"You wouldn't be making me, I'd volunteer! Besides, floors aren't that uncomfortable, especially with all the blankets I'm bringing. I could make a very comfy pile!"

"Fef, you only need one blanket, and that is your poofy-assed hair."

She giggled. "I don't see how it's possible for hair to have a rear end, poofy or otherwise, but okay. Well, I guess I'll call you later, since you have to go back to sleep..."

I interrupted her by yawning audibly, and believe it or not it wasn't on purpose. She giggled again. "See? Go back to bed, Sollux."

"Fine. Try not to call me so late again? I thought you were only an hour behind me?"

"I am, I guess I'm a night fish." She giggled yet again.

"The phrase is 'night owl'."

"I know, but I like fish better!" She punctuated this remark with a yawn of her own. "Well, good night, Sollux."

"Good night."

I didn't go right back to sleep after hanging up the phone. Instead, I lay there, thinking about Feferi, Eridan, and the dream Feferi had jerked me out of.

What the hell did it mean?

)O(

It was the next afternoon. I had decided, on a whim, to celebrate the end of my finals with a chai latte at the coffee shop.

Turns out I wasn't the only one celebrating that night. As I stepped up to the counter I felt a heavy arm around my shoulders and the stench of alcohol wafted up my nostrils. I resisted the urge to retch.

"W-we'll have two o' w-whatev-ever he w-wants," Eridan drawled, tightening his arm around me. The odor was a bit overpowering, and I stopped breathing through my nose. "On me. An' I'll pay for it, too." He laughed at his own joke and jostled me a bit.

"Uh..." I looked at the cashier, who was looking back at me with an apologetic expression. "I guess, two sixteen-ounce chai lattes, then?"

He smiled. I may not have visited the place often, but often enough for him to have remembered my speech impediment. "Okay, then," he said, reaching for the cups. "Sorry about him," he added in a hushed tone, when Eridan had let go of me to go to the pick-up counter. "He's been here for a couple of hours like that, but he wasn't as bad until you got here. I told him he should probably go be drunk at home, but he said he was waiting for someone. Was that you?"

"Probably," I said, though I wasn't sure.

"Hey, coffee-guy! Make some fuckin' coffee!" Eridan called jokingly, earning a malevolent glare from an older couple in the corner.

"Uh, sir, could you please not swear so loudly? We have other customers." He turned back to me as he began pouring coffee into one of the cups. "Sorry, but could you take him home or something? I don't want to have to kick him out, but..."

"It's okay. I'll take care of him," I replied. He shot me a relieved smile and I went to go stand beside Eridan, about an arm's length away from him.

Dave came in a moment later, tipping me a nod as he dodged around us on his way past the counter.

"Yo, Egbert," he called to the cashier. "'Rezi here today?"

"Hey, Dave! Yeah, she's back there. Gamzee's gone for the day, too."

"Sweet, bro," Dave said, heading into the back room. Eridan stared disbelieving after him, mouth wide open.

"Hey, that guy doesn't w-work here! W-why's he get to go back there?!"

"He's got a date with someone who works here." The cashier - Egbert - set two paper cups, each topped with a chocolate espresso bean, on the counter in front of us. "That'll be eight dollars."

Eridan leaned on me the whole way back to the apartment, so drunk he almost couldn't walk. I restrained myself from putting out my foot for him to trip over. As it was, I had to hold on to both drinks as he held onto me, giggling into my shoulder. I'd have enjoyed it a little more if not for the smell.

"How much did you drink?" I asked incredulously.

"How c'n I drink if you're holding my coffee?" he snickered.

"You know what I mean."

"Um. Nine?"

"Nine what?"

"Shots. At least, it w-was at nine shots w-when I gave up an' chugged the rest o' the bottle."

"I see," I mused, rolling my eyes, and he laughed. "The hell are you laughing at?"

"Your lithp," he said, drawing out the word dramatically. "It's so cute."

We were at my front door now. I shoved the key into the lock, balancing two lattes in one hand and a lush on my back. "In that cathe," I said, "maybe you don't want to come in."

"No," he moaned. "I mean yeth, I do. I'm thorry..."

"If you're so sorry, why are you still using a lisp?"

"Because you're cute," he whined.

I blushed a bit at that, and shoved the door open with my foot. "St-stop flirting with me and get inside, you big drunkard," I stammered.

"YAY!" He threw his arms up and ran inside, only to trip on his own feet and fall flat on his face after two steps. I rolled my eyes, stepping around him to make my way toward the table. Setting down the drinks, I went back over to Eridan and helped him up.

"Did you pass out already, dumbass?" I said softly as I guided him into the apartment, closing the door behind us.

"Nah, 'm okay," he murmured. "Think your floor tried to kill me, though."

"No, that was your feet."

He pushed away from me, grabbing his latte and leaning against the arm of the couch. He looked a little less out of it, and I realized that if he'd been drunk at the coffee shop as long as Egbert had said he was, even if he'd drunk that much he'd probably be at least starting to sober up. I grabbed a loaf of bread from the top of the fridge and threw it at him. Predictably, he tried to catch it and failed miserably, swatting it out of the air into the mess behind the couch that Dave ironically never cleaned up.

"Go pick that up. You should eat something."

He picked up the bag and stumbled back toward me. "'Wonder Bread'? You really are a college kid." He stuffed a slice in his mouth, though.

"What? It's - " I was about to say "cheap", but was cut off by the finger he pressed against my lips. He stared at me, aghast. "What?" I mumbled around his finger.

"Your lips are so soft, Sol." He said this through a mouthful of bread, so it came out more like "yo wipf ah fo fof faw". The message came through clearly enough, though. He swallowed the last of the food.

"Okay, now you really are flirting," I said, flicking his finger from my mouth.

"No, I'm serious. What do you use, Burt's Bees?"

"How's that any of your business? It's not like you're going to kiss me or anything." Even as I said it, I blushed. Why the hell did I say that? I wondered.

He was staring at me, and a bit of lucidity had returned to his eyes. What he said next made me flush even more.

"What if I want to?"

My mouth dropped open and I hurried to close it. "Are you kidding me? Your breath reeks of alco - "

"Oh, shut up," he said, and all of a sudden I felt his mouth on mine, his lips separating mine to breathe into me, and though there was a slight taste of alcohol, the bread must have soaked most of it up because I could hardly taste it. His lips were soft, too, and they moved with mine. He wasn't trying to eat my face, and he wasn't trying to explore the inside of my mouth, either. It was soft, gentle, as if I was a china doll he didn't want to break.

And then there was him. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist, holding me against him, the other hand holding the back of my head, and he was warm. His glasses were pressed against mine, his eyes closed halfway, and though I could tell he was still more than just buzzed - even though a drunken haze still clouded his dark blue, almost purple eyes 0 I could also tell he knew exactly what he was doing. Maybe he'd planned this, but I didn't care at the moment. I let myself melt into him, sighing deeply into his mouth, and brought my hands up to grip the back of his shirt.

He pulled away first, hesitantly. He was taller than me, and I pressed my face into his shirt, feeling his breath ruffle the hair at the top of my head.

And as we stood there, not caring how much time had passed and breathing in each others' scent, I realized that I loved him.

and the bible didn't mention us
not even once

Description
samson went back to bed, not much hair left on his head
he ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
and history books forgot about us
and the bible didn't mention us

"Hi, Sollux, how are you doing?" An excited, bubbly, high-pitched voice blasted painfully into my ear drum, and I closed my eyes against the darkness; only to open them again to check the time on the red glowing clock on the opposite side of the room.

"You do realize that most people are asleep at five a.m., right, Feferi?" I groaned into the mouthpiece. In all honesty, I was glad she'd called; the vehement ringtone had jerked me out of another nightmare. Well, not exactly "another"; it was always the same one. Usually it ended before someone could pull me out of the water, though, and I always woke up with the sense that I should have died before realizing it had just been the dream again.

Still, that didn't change the fact that I was grumpy as hell when woken up after four hours of sleep by an ex-girlfriend from junior high.

"Oh, sorry!" She sounded apologetic, though, so I was willing to forgive her. "I totally forgot about the time difference! I'll just call you back in a few hours, then."

"No, I have school all day. Finals, remember? Just tell me now."

"Well..." She drifted off, voice sounding a little worried, and it effectively got my attention.

"What?" I said, still maintaining my grumpy tone.

"I'm kind of..." She paused, and I withheld the urge to snap at her to get on with it. "...coming to visit in the summer!"

"It is summer," I said, to conceal the fact that I was pretty happy about this new development. The major reason we had broken up those years ago was because she was moving to California and couldn't handle a long-distance relationship, but we were still great friends, even if I didn't like to admit it half the time.

"Not officially," she answered. "It's May, summer solstice is in June, and I'm coming in July." She giggled. "I'm calling you ahead of time so I could ask you something."

I sighed semi-dramatically. "What."

"Well, I don't really want to spend money on a hotel, so..."

"Forget it."

I could practically see her pouting face as I bluntly turned down her question before it was asked. "Aw, Sol... Why not?"

"I live in a one-bedroom apartment with a roommate who always gets the couch by proxy. To be 'ironic', as he puts it. I am not making you sleep on the floor."

"You wouldn't be making me, I'd volunteer! Besides, floors aren't that uncomfortable, especially with all the blankets I'm bringing. I could make a very comfy pile!"

"Fef, you only need one blanket, and that is your poofy-assed hair."

She giggled. "I don't see how it's possible for hair to have a rear end, poofy or otherwise, but okay. Well, I guess I'll call you later, since you have to go back to sleep..."

I interrupted her by yawning audibly, and believe it or not it wasn't on purpose. She giggled again. "See? Go back to bed, Sollux."

"Fine. Try not to call me so late again? I thought you were only an hour behind me?"

"I am, I guess I'm a night fish." She giggled yet again.

"The phrase is 'night owl'."

"I know, but I like fish better!" She punctuated this remark with a yawn of her own. "Well, good night, Sollux."

"Good night."

I didn't go right back to sleep after hanging up the phone. Instead, I lay there, thinking about Feferi, Eridan, and the dream Feferi had jerked me out of.

What the hell did it mean?

)O(

It was the next afternoon. I had decided, on a whim, to celebrate the end of my finals with a chai latte at the coffee shop.

Turns out I wasn't the only one celebrating that night. As I stepped up to the counter I felt a heavy arm around my shoulders and the stench of alcohol wafted up my nostrils. I resisted the urge to retch.

"W-we'll have two o' w-whatev-ever he w-wants," Eridan drawled, tightening his arm around me. The odor was a bit overpowering, and I stopped breathing through my nose. "On me. An' I'll pay for it, too." He laughed at his own joke and jostled me a bit.

"Uh..." I looked at the cashier, who was looking back at me with an apologetic expression. "I guess, two sixteen-ounce chai lattes, then?"

He smiled. I may not have visited the place often, but often enough for him to have remembered my speech impediment. "Okay, then," he said, reaching for the cups. "Sorry about him," he added in a hushed tone, when Eridan had let go of me to go to the pick-up counter. "He's been here for a couple of hours like that, but he wasn't as bad until you got here. I told him he should probably go be drunk at home, but he said he was waiting for someone. Was that you?"

"Probably," I said, though I wasn't sure.

"Hey, coffee-guy! Make some fuckin' coffee!" Eridan called jokingly, earning a malevolent glare from an older couple in the corner.

"Uh, sir, could you please not swear so loudly? We have other customers." He turned back to me as he began pouring coffee into one of the cups. "Sorry, but could you take him home or something? I don't want to have to kick him out, but..."

"It's okay. I'll take care of him," I replied. He shot me a relieved smile and I went to go stand beside Eridan, about an arm's length away from him.

Dave came in a moment later, tipping me a nod as he dodged around us on his way past the counter.

"Yo, Egbert," he called to the cashier. "'Rezi here today?"

"Hey, Dave! Yeah, she's back there. Gamzee's gone for the day, too."

"Sweet, bro," Dave said, heading into the back room. Eridan stared disbelieving after him, mouth wide open.

"Hey, that guy doesn't w-work here! W-why's he get to go back there?!"

"He's got a date with someone who works here." The cashier - Egbert - set two paper cups, each topped with a chocolate espresso bean, on the counter in front of us. "That'll be eight dollars."

Eridan leaned on me the whole way back to the apartment, so drunk he almost couldn't walk. I restrained myself from putting out my foot for him to trip over. As it was, I had to hold on to both drinks as he held onto me, giggling into my shoulder. I'd have enjoyed it a little more if not for the smell.

"How much did you drink?" I asked incredulously.

"How c'n I drink if you're holding my coffee?" he snickered.

"You know what I mean."

"Um. Nine?"

"Nine what?"

"Shots. At least, it w-was at nine shots w-when I gave up an' chugged the rest o' the bottle."

"I see," I mused, rolling my eyes, and he laughed. "The hell are you laughing at?"

"Your lithp," he said, drawing out the word dramatically. "It's so cute."

We were at my front door now. I shoved the key into the lock, balancing two lattes in one hand and a lush on my back. "In that cathe," I said, "maybe you don't want to come in."

"No," he moaned. "I mean yeth, I do. I'm thorry..."

"If you're so sorry, why are you still using a lisp?"

"Because you're cute," he whined.

I blushed a bit at that, and shoved the door open with my foot. "St-stop flirting with me and get inside, you big drunkard," I stammered.

"YAY!" He threw his arms up and ran inside, only to trip on his own feet and fall flat on his face after two steps. I rolled my eyes, stepping around him to make my way toward the table. Setting down the drinks, I went back over to Eridan and helped him up.

"Did you pass out already, dumbass?" I said softly as I guided him into the apartment, closing the door behind us.

"Nah, 'm okay," he murmured. "Think your floor tried to kill me, though."

"No, that was your feet."

He pushed away from me, grabbing his latte and leaning against the arm of the couch. He looked a little less out of it, and I realized that if he'd been drunk at the coffee shop as long as Egbert had said he was, even if he'd drunk that much he'd probably be at least starting to sober up. I grabbed a loaf of bread from the top of the fridge and threw it at him. Predictably, he tried to catch it and failed miserably, swatting it out of the air into the mess behind the couch that Dave ironically never cleaned up.

"Go pick that up. You should eat something."

He picked up the bag and stumbled back toward me. "'Wonder Bread'? You really are a college kid." He stuffed a slice in his mouth, though.

"What? It's - " I was about to say "cheap", but was cut off by the finger he pressed against my lips. He stared at me, aghast. "What?" I mumbled around his finger.

"Your lips are so soft, Sol." He said this through a mouthful of bread, so it came out more like "yo wipf ah fo fof faw". The message came through clearly enough, though. He swallowed the last of the food.

"Okay, now you really are flirting," I said, flicking his finger from my mouth.

"No, I'm serious. What do you use, Burt's Bees?"

"How's that any of your business? It's not like you're going to kiss me or anything." Even as I said it, I blushed. Why the hell did I say that? I wondered.

He was staring at me, and a bit of lucidity had returned to his eyes. What he said next made me flush even more.

"What if I want to?"

My mouth dropped open and I hurried to close it. "Are you kidding me? Your breath reeks of alco - "

"Oh, shut up," he said, and all of a sudden I felt his mouth on mine, his lips separating mine to breathe into me, and though there was a slight taste of alcohol, the bread must have soaked most of it up because I could hardly taste it. His lips were soft, too, and they moved with mine. He wasn't trying to eat my face, and he wasn't trying to explore the inside of my mouth, either. It was soft, gentle, as if I was a china doll he didn't want to break.

And then there was him. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist, holding me against him, the other hand holding the back of my head, and he was warm. His glasses were pressed against mine, his eyes closed halfway, and though I could tell he was still more than just buzzed - even though a drunken haze still clouded his dark blue, almost purple eyes 0 I could also tell he knew exactly what he was doing. Maybe he'd planned this, but I didn't care at the moment. I let myself melt into him, sighing deeply into his mouth, and brought my hands up to grip the back of his shirt.

He pulled away first, hesitantly. He was taller than me, and I pressed my face into his shirt, feeling his breath ruffle the hair at the top of my head.

And as we stood there, not caring how much time had passed and breathing in each others' scent, I realized that I loved him.

and the bible didn't mention us
not even once