Room talk. (Read at night)

                                    

                                          

{LISTEN TO THIS MUSIC ⬆️ AND READ WHEN ITS DARK 😻😼🙀🫶}






I storm back to my room, slamming the door shut, taking my coat off and throwing to the floor. 
Forgive me for thinking he was a decent guy, his intentions were the opposite. 
Yes, I understood that he wanted something better out of this money but.. to kill? That was not something I would do. Ever. 
My room door proceeds to open with a creak,
"SO YOU'RE GONNA FOLLOW ME TO MY ROOM NOW-!?" I yell out furiously, turning around before pausing. It wasn't Clide, it was Tom. 
He was standing by the doorway wearing nothing but joggers, revealing his toned abs. A cigarette was placed between his lips as he continues to stare at me with widened eyes from the sudden outburst. He raises his arms in the air, "You want me to leave?" He mumbles with the cigarette in his mouth. 
"Sorry," I mutter whilst trying not to skim my eyes on his body, "I didn't know it was you." 
He lowers his arms back down, using his hand to take a puff out of the cigar. "Is there someone following you or something?" He asks out of curiosity.
"Why are you here anyways?" I question, purposely avoiding what he asked. 
"Just wanted to check up on you after you slammed the door shut." He answers, "You didn't answer my question by the way." 
I wanted to physically face palm myself, I wasn't good at making lies on the spot. 
"Ended up sleep walking during a nightmare." I blurt out, not knowing what else to say. 
"One of your nightmares again?" He interferes, leaning against the doorframe. 
"You know about my nightmares?" 
He chuckles, "I can sometimes hear you screaming." 
He exhales the smoke, making me scrunch up my nose. "Don't like smoke?" He asks, removing the blunt from his mouth before freely walking into my room without my permission- opening the window and throwing the cigar out. 
Typically, a normal person would walk back out of the room- but Tom didn't. Instead, he stays there with his back leant against the wall next to the window, with his arms crossed against his chest before opening his mouth to speak.
"What are your nightmares about?" 
How was I gonna tell him that the last actual nightmare I had was of him strangling me in my sleep? 
I had to use my brain power to make another lie on the spot. The pressure was getting worse knowing that his eyes were on me.
"I was getting drugged by a homeless man." 
"Drugged?" He repeats, chuckling at my 'nightmare', 
"Like real medicine or the real shit like cocaine?" 
"Like those needles with drugs in them." I add, fidgeting with my hands because of how nervous I was. Lying wasn't something I did on a daily basis, thus why it was harder for me to do. 
"Handled all of that, nothing to be scared about." He tries to reassure, displaying that same smirk that made me swoon over him when I first saw him. 
I felt butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach- something that I hadn't felt from him in a long time. You could say it was because of the better version of his personality he started displaying more often but I couldn't lie and say that it wasn't also because of how he looked at that moment; his fiery gaze focused on me, his toned abs, his black bandana fitted perfectly on top of his black braids, his grey joggers.. And to top it all off, the moonlight that was glistening over him as he stood leaning by the window.
"Hey, you're on anti- depressant drugs, aren't you?" I query, diverting the subject of my nightmare. 
"Anti- depressants?"