2p!Romano X Reader: Needles 'til Midnight

    You jolted upward awaking from your sleep your eyes wide with fear. Gripping your chest you huffed trying to calm yourself. This was your reoccurring dream. A dream related to the one you just had happened at least three to six nights a week, sometimes even seven. You thought you'd have been used to these nightmares by now, but you weren't. As you bowed your head you pushed the heavy blankets off of your warm body forcing yourself to get out of the comfortable bed. You took a glance at the clock. Three AM.

    As you exited your bedroom you crept into the bathroom as quiet as possible, but since nobody else was up as you walked down the stairs you thought you sounded like an elephant from walking down the old stairs. Once you reached the bottom you silently thanked the stairs for not trying to unexpectedly trip you on your way down, like usual, and you walked into the living space and down yet another hallway. At three in the morning, and your mother's room just down the hall you had to be quiet. This was not a smart choice to make-creeping around an old house at three in the morning of course not, but you shook your head getting rid of any thoughts of denial.

    You reached the door of the bathroom which was only four feet away from your mother's bedroom. Slowly and carefully as if you were preforming a heart surgery you opened the door and flicked the light switch to the "ON" position. The sink was right there in front of you. Such a loud sink it is, indeed, yet you slowly turned one of the faucet's handles turning on the cold water. The chilling water ran out of the faucet and into the ceramic sink slowly in a small stream. After waiting a few seconds to make sure your mother would not awaken you put your hands under the water feeling the temperature. Goosebumps went up your arms as the chill, yet you cupped your hands taking some water and splashing it on your face. You shivered at the feeling as you continued to splash your face with the liquid.

    Once you had finished washing your face you dried it with a nearby towel and left the bathroom turning off the light and shutting the door leaving the room just the way you found it. Next room to explore: the kitchen. Slowly you approached the kitchen and scanned every cupboard and the refrigerator for a tasty treat. With a sigh you left the kitchen after scavenging for food unsuccessful and hopeless of pleasing your stomach. You climbed up the stairs back to your room shutting the door behind you, and you crawled back into your bed.

    Taking out your cell phone you decided to text your best friend, Gilbert. You figured that he was probably awake speaking he sleeps during the day or not at all. You pressed the buttons on the keypad typing out words slowly since you were still half asleep.

    "Gilbert...dude, are you there?" you sent him the message as your phone beeped. Quickly you turned off the sound on the phone so you did not wake up your brother who was across the hall from you and still sleeping.

    After a few hours of explaining the dream and getting advise from Gilbert, who agreed to talk to you about it, you looked at your clock again. 6:52 AM. You sighed and swung your legs out of bed. It was okay to do what you wanted downstairs now because this was around your normal time to awaken. Waltzing down the stairs you heard the television. The morning news was on. You sighed again knowing that now your mother was awake and there was nothing you could do to avoid her. You stood on the stairs and waited for her to go to the bathroom.

    About ten minutes went by of you standing on the stairs waiting for her to get up and go to the bathroom. At long last your mom stood and walked down the hall and into the bathroom. You rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a hard boiled egg and a napkin for the shells and went into the basement. Everyday you spent hours on end down in the basement. Down here was your world. In the basement you had your studio. Here you painted and drew things all day. Here you designed outfits in a sketchbook hoping to pull these out someday and make them to wear around town and to fancy occasions. This basement was your life.

    You looked at the curtain in the middle of the room and smiled. "________'s Studio. Do not enter." you read aloud the sign about the lavender curtain hanging from the ceiling. Pushing the curtain aside you entered the room and shut the curtain behind you again as you walked over to your canvas. "Just you and me now, huh?" you reached over for the table setting the napkin and egg on it. You didn't need to eat that was just an afternoon snack. Picking up a pencil you stroked lines onto the canvas carefully and lightly beginning to draw. You were in your own world now. Everything was perfect. Then it happened.

    A loud bang sounded from the front door, and like always you heard your mother yell down to you, "Get the door, sweetie please?" and you huffed in anger. Every time it was you who had to get the door. With a grumble of swear words you walked up the stairs and went to the front door opening it. "What can I do for you?" you asked crossing your arms over your chest looking at the man before you. "I would just like to say I have an," he paused momentarily. "Offer....for you."