shallow grave, alex law

chapter one

i really need to continue my trainspotting fanfic but i really don't know what to write so here's this instead

sorry if it's shit

" so tell me, cos I'd like to know, what on earth could make you think...we'd want to share this flat with someone like you? "
that's another person we'd turned down, some little ginger lad named cameron or something. it was hard to find someone we'd actually like. and when i say we, i mean, alex, david and juilet, my flat mates. i don't care who moves in just as long as their not a freak.

" hey, cameron, i mean this. good luck. " alex shouted down from the stairwell, oh alex. don't get me started, he's just. well, he's just alex. attractive, witty, rebellious, clever, attractive and did i mention the most gorgeous lad i've ever laid eyes on. luckily for me we're practically best mates.
david shut the door and we all started to howl at the misfortune we had brought upon this poor kid. i clung onto alex's shoulder and laughed loudly, oh i do love life.
all day we've been criticising people. i'm fed up now if anything. alex, david and juilet asked the questions. i just judged silently, probably with a fag hanging out my mouth. i rarely talk, not because i'm shy or anything but it's just a waste of time. i only properly talk to alex. with anyone else, well, it just depends on what's going on.

" defeat. defeat. defeat. " alex shouted after beating david at a game of squash, i was laid on the bleachers reading the clock work orange, plainly because there was nothing else to do, i don't play squash.
" sporting, personal, financial, professional, sexual and everything! " he carried on, my god i love his voice. my god i love him. " next " he called up to juilet, who was sat one step in front of me to the left also reading, what? i don't know. i don't particularly care for david but juilet...i despise her. now, i normally don't hate people but it's just the way she is with alex. flirty. what a bitch.
on the way back home, i didn't listen to a thing anyone said. i just thought of songs in my head, occasionally quietly humming the tune. i really had no clue what was happening until alex passed me the cig he'd had be smoking. a common occurrence. i gave him a smile and looked away whilst taking a drag, he started talking again.

" has he tried down the back of the fridge? " alex referd to the bloke who had came about the room yesterday, that only juilet had met and his 'search of the self' bull shit " thats were i usually find things " alex chewed on his cereal " he seemed like a nice guy, alex. " juilet spoke up, flitting around. i was having a spliff whilst watching alex shove cornflakes into his gob. he's so cute. i'm glad no one minds i smoke some hash every now and again, alex joins in sometimes. " i'm not saying he didn't seem like a nice guy. i just said it's a bit strange, this search of the self or whatever. "
" he didn't seem strange, alex. he seemed... you know...interesting. "
" interesting? " alex questioned before looking at me " interesting. " he repeated almost sarcastically, i smiled and blew out a cloud of smoke at him before putting the spliff down in the tray and leaving for my bedroom.

" ..well, we think it's fine. "
" ah. so, i can have the room? "
" yes, you can have the room."
"  i'm not usually drunk. "
hugo came round for dinner so the rest of us could meet him, he seems alright. i wouldn't be mates with him, never. but i guess id get along with him to an extent.
" not usually this drunk. " i piped up earning an eyebrow raise and a smile from alex, " only on expenses " david added. alex and juilet continued to talk about shit and i shut off.
"can you afford this place? " alex questioned hugo " oh, yeah. " he smirked slightly before taking out a wad of cash from his shirt pocket. wow. " can I ask you a question? " david said serious " certainty " i like this man, he's confident " have you ever killed a man?"

lolololol sorry i kinda hate this