The Catalyst

Let tomorrow have its way

A/N: Second chapter already o.O

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"Chester Fucking Bennington! You used the rest of my toothpaste, didn't you!"

Mike startled awake and eyes wide searched for the source of the voice. Joe was standing next to Chester's bed staring at the singer who was wiping his face. Apparently the Korean guy had thrown a glass of water on Chester's face.

"Uhmmmmmmm..... maybe. Can't remember. But why am I wet cause of that?", Chester frowned.

"Argh!", the other yelled and stomped out of the room.

"But Fucking could be my middle name. Not complaining really", the brown haired male mumbled and remembered then that Mike was also in the room. "Oh hi there! Sorry I.. well he woke you up. Go back to sleep though, it's only seven AM."

Mike watched the other toss his blanket aside and put his feet on the floor. He noticed the several tattoos that decorated his body and wondered why hadn't he seen them earlier.

"You like? Tattoos?", the other lifted his arms in front of him for Mike to get a better look at the flames rising from his wrists.

The half Asian arched his brow not knowing what would even be the correct answer cause he certainly didn't mean to stare. "Yeah... Don't have any myself. Guess they look good though."

"You know when I grow up I want to own my own tattoo place so I can get new one when ever I like", Chester nodded and then jumped up and started to dress himself.

Mike glanced at him feeling slightly confused. He wasn't used to people paying so much attention to him and he had just met the other the day before. Shaking his head he got up too and went to pick up some clothes. Searching a bag he found sand colored cargo pants, t-shirt and red hoodie. After dressing himself up he ran a hand over his head feeling the short hairs prick the palm. Then he walked out of the room and headed to the kitchen.

"The coffee is ready soon. Just help yourself", Chester called out from the living room.

Mike opened the fridge and stopped. "So... Can I just eat anything I want from here or how does this work?"

He waited for an answer but the other was suddenly by his side. "Basically yes... But you heard how grumpy Joe is so don't touch his. My shelf is the one on the top. I don't mind to share but please never take the last beer."

Mike stared at the shelf the other pointed. There was yoghurt, apples, some meat to put on bread, cheese and ground raw beef. He frowned and took an apple and a yoghurt.

"I know. Just add to the list what you want from the store", Chester chuckled and pointed now at the paper on the fridge door and left back to the other room.

Mike nodded and went to pour some coffee. Even seeking a mug was hard. He felt like he was stepping to someone territory. Or rather being in crossroads of territories. Grabbing a plain black mug from the cabinet he finally was ready to eat. First he felt like he should probably just stay in the kitchen but then he decided he shouldn't be rude on the first day and joined the other in the living room.

Chester was reading some music magazine and drinking his coffee looking really relaxed and content. He raised his head when the half Asian sat down.

"So what do you do?", he asked smiling.

Mike felt his cheeks burn. He was so not used to this. "Huh?"

The male threw the magazine on the table. "Like... Well you told you study art and work too but besides that?"