A while later the battery off my iPod died and I started to sing the songs instead. I was quite a good singer and I knew most of the songs, as I sung the person in the other bed stirred and uncovered their head, I could tell by their hair he was male, it was dark brown and shaggy, it wasn’t very clean and chock full of knots, I kept singing. Soon that song finished and I tried to pick another from my mental library, the next song I thought of was Japanese, but I still new all the words, when I started to sing the song, his ears pricked, you feel the excitement pouring out of him, he sat up, still facing the wall, he covered his face and slowly turned to face me, as I sung he swayed to the none existent beat, as though he knew the song too, I could see his left eye, it was deep blue but bloodshot, he looked tired, like he hadnt slept in years, he seemed to be covering himself, hiding from the light. He looked at me and smiled, his blood red lips didn’t fit against his pale skin, which was probably from lack of sunlight. I got up from my bed, he covered himself again, I pulled my blanket off my bed and grabbed the small metal chair, I dragged it across the room and put it by the window, I stood on it and hung my blanket on the naked pole which was probably used for curtains at some point, it blocked out most the light, my side still had light cause the blanket was too small to fit the whole window. I sat back on my bed and started singing again.
When he finally showed his face again, he looked at what I had done, he seemed happy. He took his blanket off his head and I could see him clearly. He was surprisingly handsome, even with his pale skin, his cheekbones were a perfect shape, his nose not small, but not big either, it fit his face perfectly. He ran his fingers through his hair which made him look dopey, but he was thinking hard.
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