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Loud banging sound yanked Stanford from his sleep.
“Hey, Pines! There's call for you! Sounds urgent” the voice of their RA was muffled through the door.
Stanford abruptly sat on the bed, still half in the pleasant dream full of sand and laughter, and slowly blinked.
“Huh?”
“Whaaaa?” sleeply asked Fiddleford, who was awaken too.
The banging repeated itself.
“Pines! I don't care if you're dead there! Rise up and tell that idiot he better learn to read the clock!”
“B’ there in a min…” Stanford yawned and put on his slippers.
“Loud b’stard”, Fiddleford mumbled and hid his head under the blanket
“Agree”, Stanford slowly nodded and yawned once again. He left the room and took a hallway to corner near RA’s room where the telephone was situated.
The receiver was left on the windowstill, waiting to be picked up.
“State y’ b’s’ness and let me g’ back t’ sleep”, he yawned right into the receiver.
“Ford!…. Oh… You were sleeping… Shoot, I'm sorry, I'll… I'll call later”, the somewhat familiar voice on the other side of the wire heavily sighed.
“Uhummm”, Stanford leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. His sluggish mind still couldn't pull the correct name from the memory, but the mere fact that the voice, now really quiet and soft, was in his ears, made Ford nearly fall back into an interrupted dream. “Is’t important? ”
The voice on the other side chuckled, but Ford didn't like it - there was something wrong there, something missing in the tone.
“No, no, I guess, it's not… Sorry, shouldn't have called…”
“You ‘lready called”, Ford yawned again. There was some part of him that wanted to continue the call, to listen to that voice, to feel that… whatever that was, maybe he would analyse it in the morning. “Whaaa” yawn “did y’ want?”
“Oh, oh… That… Right, that… Can I come to you? I need a place to…”
“‘kay”, Ford nodded, forgetting that this is a phone line.
“...I don't need much, I can sleep on the floor, I can do some chores in return…”
“‘kay”, another yawn.
“...just, please, Ford, I really don't know what to… Wait, are you agreeing? Really? ”
“I guess?” Ford shook his head a bit to pull himself from a brink of dream and couldn't help but smile at the voice, which somehow was beginning to sound just right, as that voice should sound. Huh, whatever Ford just said, it was worth it to reassure him…
“Oh, okay! I actually am really close, so I'll probably be in…” there was yawn on the other side too now.
“Hm, you sh’ld sleep too”, Ford chuckled.
“I don't need… Huh, maybe I do… Okay, then I'll rest and then I'll drive!” The voice shouted in some excitement, making Ford wincing and grumbling. “Oh, shoot, sorry for that… Hey, Ford… Thank you. I wasn't sure… but thank you! I'll make it up to you, any way you'll want! I promise!”
“‘kay”.
“... I'll see you soon?”
Ford yawned instead of answering.
“Heh, just go already to sleep, Genius”, the voice chuckled, its warmth was nearly enough to send Ford back to sleep. “Good night, Ford”.
“G’ n’ght, St’nley”, Ford closed his eyes. And in the next moment was roused by RA, who looked him over with contempt:
“Go back to your room, if you've finished. Don't just sleep there!”
Stanford blinked and noticed the pulsating sound of an ended call in his ear. He put down the receiver and slowly made his way to his room.
He immediately fell down on a bed, and that action woke up his neighbour for anew.
“Wh’t? Ford? Wh’re did you…?” Fiddleford rubbed his eyes and turned to his side.
“Th’ call”, Stanford mumbled, burying his head in the pillow.
“Who…?”
“St’nley”.
“Huh”, it seemed for a while Fiddleford went back to sleep. But after some minutes, when Stanford was starting to doze off, his friend asked again: “Wh’t did h’ want?”
“To st’y here for s’me time”, huh, he had to say thanks to his subconsciousness or whatever, because until that very moment Stanford’s active memory didn't hold much helpful data about the call’s contents.
“‘key”.
“I agreed…”
“Good…”
The following silence was filled with the beginning of double snoring when suddenly…
“YOU DID WHAT?” / “I DID WHAT?”
Stanford pushed himself up and stared with panic at his friend whose eyes were now completely devoid of sleep. “Oh crap! I agreed that Stanley could live with us! And he'll be coming here!”
“What? Why? We are not some hotel, Stanford! We're in a dorm! We actually have rules here!”
“I know that! And I don't even want him here!”
“You should have just answered and asked to talk about it later! How did you fail at that simple task?!”
“I don't know! He was talking, and I wasn't really thinking…”
“Oh great, are there even any ways for you to fumble that call even bigger?” Fiddleford fell back with a heavy sigh and pulled his blanket over him. “Okay… Okay. We'll fix this when he arrives. There's no point discussing it now. I'm off to sleep now… If I'll be able to…”
“Yeah”, Stanford laid back too and stared at the ceiling.
His twin was coming. His twin somehow made Stanford agree to his ridiculous request. Huh, maybe their mother was right and Stanley did have some psychic abilities?
There was just no other way for Stanford to give his agreement to a man who ruined his perfect academic life, who called in the middle of the night, who called just to ask for a favour!
Okay, Stanley would come and Stanford would explain to him politely but firmly, that the call didn't mean anything and Stanley should leave… Or, but maybe Stanley would take that chance and would finally apologise?...
…
Yeah, keep dreaming, Stanford. His twin wasn't capable of feeling remorse or any decent emotions, until it was to his benefit.
With this thought Stanford finally closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, ignoring the memory of Stanley’s soft goodbye.