So, Curtis, what are you up to today? Watson asked and had to finish some breakfast. No, not much today. Just look around, hopefully, find a job online or in a newspaper, and go from there. Anyway, I have to go to the cafe today, and I'll be back soon, okay? See you later. Curtis spoke, trying not to care, but of course, he would miss him even though it was for a short while.

 Somebody got ready to go out the door, grab his keys, and get his shoes. He walked out. He went down the stairs to get into his car and drove for about 10 minutes. 

I finally got to his job site, and he was ready for work. Just on time, but early by 5 minutes, like he usually is. He was working at a coffee shop, and he went inside with a bell going off.

 hey, Watson  A co-worker had waved hello.

 His name was Keithson; he was the one who made the painting, but Watson didn't know this yet. He's fidgeting with his cross necklace. 

So how's your roommate been doing? It was charcoal, right?

 Yeah, he's doing great, and I also got a new roommate named Curtis.

He's like an edgy kind of vampire-themed-looking person who sometimes can be rude, but he's actually very kind once you get to know him. 

Keithsdon looked worried and nervous when he said this.

 what's wrong?

Nothing; it's just that my parents are very superstitious about the supernatural, and I don't know if I can trust the guy at all. Does he even claim to be one at all? 

It's known from high school, and yes, he is trustworthy. I think so too; he hasn't mentioned anything about that, but I didn't know your parents were superstitious about the supernatural.

Keithson was fidgeting with his necklace more than ever. I don't believe in it because I have never seen anything, but my parents have. My grandparents used to hunt them for a living. Plus, it's been in my family history for generations, maybe a hundred or so years or more. I'm not sure how much of that is true because we also worshiped a god that was kind of sketchy while I was growing up.

That's also the reason why I left the house; I'm not sure if I was even in a cult or something.

Watson was shocked; usually, Keithson was very secretive about his personal life.

Oh, I must be very terrifying. I'm glad you shared it with me. I can help you with emotional support, and I'm sorry that I had to go through that.

 thanks,  Watson Keithson said, and he smiled and was grateful that his friend wasn't scared of him or didn't believe him, and he was supportive.

Of course, the shift started, and the place was now open. People started walking in and ordering some coffee. There was tea, bubble tea, and tasty snacks. 

Once the shift was over, it was the end of the day, and it was late at night.

Watson had to drive home, said goodbye to Keithson, and started his car. He was surprised that he worked extra hours today. Also, the manager was not there today, so he had to cover for him. Usually, he's there, but not as much in the last few weeks. 

Crap Watson forgot to ask Keithson about the painting at the museum and see if it was him who painted it. 

He was about to open the door and go inside to see Curtis and Charcoal fighting.

Right after Watson left, Charcoal got up, was in a daze, and seemed wobbly in his walk, stumbling over his feet.

Curtis was used to this; it's been about a week since he was first here, and he still can't find a good-paying job, which stinks.

He seems to notice charcoal parties a lot, and he seems to have too much fun sometimes. 

My head hurts from the music being too loud last night, but my ears are still ringing. Curtis scuffed, and he did not seem to care; he was not in the mood to chat right now. 

You know you can be a little nicer; you're lucky you're still here if not for Watson.

Curtis did not say anything and looked away. Until then, I guess I could be nicer, like, I'm so sorry that your ears are hurt and so sensitive to sound. He said it mockingly. Charcoal was not impressed and just wanted to have some toast and butter.

He cooked it in the toaster; once it was ready, he spread some butter on the bread and put it in his mouth. He went over to Curtis and turned on the console to play some games.

Curtis wanted some peace and quiet for a bit. He was always on a bad mood, but today he was really tired and in a really bad mood.

After a couple of hours of noise from the gameplay, he had enough. 

Can you turn it down? I'm trying to relax.

Who's sensitive to noise now, huh? Charcoal gives him some sass. 

And Curtis kind of deserved it, and since he could rest, he decided to work on applying for jobs. But the noise kept on going, and then the repetitive music was getting louder and worse. He soon could no longer concentrate on his Chromebook. 

Ok, turn it down! Charcoal did not hear him with headphones. 

Curtis groaned and decided to move into a charcoal room for some quiet. 

The room was messy and full of hair everywhere, mostly because he's a werewolf, but still. 

He decided maybe he would just use the washroom instead. 

But once he got in, their hair was full on the sink, and the toilet was not flushed. And it smelled. That was the last straw for Curtis.

He stomped over to Charcoal and yanked his headphones off. 

The bathroom smells and is full of your hair. Deal with it.

charcoal said it was not him. curtis yelled  Who's hair is it, then? 

Charcoal died in the game, losing

That's it! I'm done with your rudeness!! 

Charcoal pounced on him, and Curtis started punching him back in the face.

Then Watson walked in.