Better Friends up Above

I knock on the brown oak door, rain beating down on me, I look at my feet miserably, Al groaning as he looks at me. "H-holy shit dude, what the fuck did you do?" He says, tilting my face upwards with one hand, my hand was plastered with red marks and tear stains, I sniffle and wipe my nose, huffing."S-shut up and let me in idiot, it's cold out," I say, shoving past him as I grumbled with my duffelbag. "Dude, drop the stuff off at my room, then we can talk. I'll be in the basement, as always." He says, waving with a smile, I give a small smirk before walking upstairs, I drop my bag on his bed and admire his, oh so perfect room before I look in his mirror, my true face, that of a molten decay strangles my vision, I look away quickly and walk downstairs, sighing and trembling softly.Al sits at a desk, drawing along a large, rectangular gray pad, the screen in front of him displaying a large, medieval and vampiric castle, with a large, blood red moon plaguing the sky of his artwork. I smile, leaning over him as I watch.His art...spoke to me, and made me feel at home, but it seemed he had noticed, cause he soon stops and looks up at me. "You ready to talk?" He asks, his head cocking to the side curiously. I nod and my wings shoot out, I grab his ahnd and he takes it, I fly us to the absement ceiling, into our little wooden platform, I grab my favorite pillow, one that smells...familiarly of Al, and he knew that.I sigh and let my eyes drift towards his more curious eyes, he grins, holding his sketchbook. Our...' deal' consists of him being able to draw me, in ALL my glory. Then, I vent to him, and he helps me through my problems...A lot.

"MY parents caught me with my...knife again."  "AGAIN?! I already told you not to!"I grumble and nod, curling up with the pillow, I look up at him and he waves his hand. "And then I yelled at my dad...again...""Well...he kinda deserves it. But that's not the point! What did you do about it?""I uh..." I groan and look up, I snarl and my decayed face plasters itself over my drooped features, I growl but he smiles and looks down, drawing, I look at him confused, he looks up and reaches over, moving the decayed part over, he adds a few more lines before ripping off the pages and handing it to me.I look down and see a perfectly drawn figure, my decayed face fitting in with my own, my wings running around me, my long hair rolling off my shoulder with ease. I look up at him and he smiles happily, grinning from practical ear to ear.I chuckle and pull him into an oddly reluctant, yet wanted hug. He hugs back with a strong grip, so I hug back stronger, he coughs slightly and chuckles. "H-hey...don't kill me here!" He says, I laugh and lean back against my favorite pillow, feeling Al pat my head, he throws a blanket over me and goes back down to his desk, turning off the lights before turning on a small, dim lamp. "G' night bud!" He says and  I give him a small wave before finally, for the first time in a week, get some actual, and enjoyable sleep.