The Sleepover

“You're what?” Deimos asked aloud, seeming shocked.
I uh… got invited to a sleepover… so I'm gonna go to it. Rosalind repeated.
I thought all your friends abandoned you when we got engaged? Deimos said, though it seemed to be more of a question.
Mischa apologized and invited me. Rosalind explained.
Deimos was skeptical, this seemed like a trap, but if Rosalind had the opportunity to fix her friendships before leaving, he'd welcome that. She was someone that thrived better with friends. She could pretend all she wanted, but he wasn't enough for someone as sociable as her. And it wasn't even that she was overly social, or even overly friendly, but she was definitely not a one-friend-only kind of person. Eventually, he shrugged, Yeah, have fun. It wasn't like she needed his permission, though he appreciated her at the very least telling him. At least he wouldn't be panicking over where she was.
Rosalind smiled and gave Deimos a kiss before packing a couple things and bidding him goodbye.
Deimos waited until she left before shrugging and pulling out some new comic books, laying on his bed and getting comfortable.

Rosalind felt weird knowing she'd be sleeping in the dorms again. But she was excited to potentially rekindle her friendships. She arrived at the dorms and knocked on the door. It was soon opened by Mischa.
“Hey Rosalind!” She said, giving her a hug.
“Hi,” Rosalind said, still feeling a bit weird with the sudden switch of personality from the other girls.
Mischa stepped back to introduce the other girls. Rosalind recognized them from classes, but they had always seemed to carry a “better than thou” attitude. She had a feeling it was being friends with these girls that caused Mischa to turn her back on her.
“This is Lyza, werelynx, from Canada. That’s Hana, ghost, from Japan. That’s Krista, werewolf, US.”
“Uh… hi? I’m Rosalind. Fairy. From Indonesia.”
“Trust me, everyone knows who you are.” Krista said, her voice monotone.
Rosalind prickled a bit at her comment. Krista was emanating an emotion she couldn’t quite place. Was it hostility? No… Was it… Was she jealous? Interesting.
“C’mon, we were just about to start a drinking game, Hana was going to teach us a Japanese one.” Mischa said, pulling Rosalind towards the group.
Rosalind froze. Of course there’d be alcohol. But the whole reason Deimos had promised to stay sober was because he wanted her to stay sober. She sat down hesitantly next to Mischa, but was reaching out to Deimos. Deimos… they’re pulling out alcohol… I- She was cut off.
You weren’t nearly as far gone as I was… Am. Stay safe, but have fun. He reassured her. Let me know if anything goes wrong, okay?
Rosalind wasn’t really sure what he meant by that, before a thought crossed her mind. Did he think they were tricking her? Rosalind looked at the group. It wouldn’t be an uncredited assumption, but she wanted to believe she was given a chance to just be a normal teenage girl again for one night.

Three drinking games in, and Rosalind was already feeling tipsy. Then they started playing truth or dare, with the chicken penalty being taking a shot, and Rosalind was unquestionably drunk.
“Rosalind, truth or dare?” Hana asked her, leaning forward.
“Uhh… truth.”
“What’s Deimos really like?”
The other girls ooh’ed, trying to guess what her answer would be.
“Is he abusive?”
“He’s probably upset all the time, right?”
“How many more people has he killed?”
Rosalind raised her hands, shaking them in mild confusion. “Wait, wait, what? What are you guys talking about? Deimos is practically a teddy bear. And probably the biggest geek I know.”
“Wait, what?” Krista deadpanned, and the other girls seemed to share her sentiment.
Rosalind nodded, “He’s really sweet, actually. And yeah, he collects comics. Mostly Deadpool and Hawkeye, I think are their names… But he has a bunch of vampire movies and stuff.” She giggled, “I made him watch Twilight and he hated it. It was admittedly kind of fun to watch him suffer. He’s a huge fan of uhm… the Underworld series? I haven’t seen it though he’s trying to get me to watch it.”
“Weird. That is not the persona he takes on.”
“Underworld, huh?” Lyza mused, scratching her chin. She looked to the other girls, “Do you think he likes it because there’s a werewolf-vampire relationship?”
“Oh.” Rosalind said. She thought it over a moment before shaking her head. “No, he hates hybrids.”
“I think you mean other hybrids?”
“No, hybrids. Period.”

Krista decided to change the subject suddenly, speaking up over the chatter, “Is he suicidal?”
Everyone stopped.
“W-what?” Rosalind asked.
“I work with him in the dish room sometimes. He has a lot of scars on his arms.”
“He’s clumsy…” Rosalind muttered, looking away. She used an excuse he used to say.
“Uh-uh, not that much.” She insisted.
“It’s really not my place to say…” Rosalind muttered.
“So yes. Why?”
Rosalind furrowed her eyebrows. “Why?” She asked, her voice low. You couldn’t just ask someone why they were suicidal, could you? She was pretty sure you couldn’t ask why someone else was suicidal, at the very least.
“Yeah, why?”
“Uhh… I…” She knew she shouldn’t tell them about Deimos’ personal life, but her inhibitions seemed to not reach her mouth filter. “He has borderline personality disorder. Depression, too, I think. And in general, he’s had a rough life.”
“Oh, bpd explains a lot of it actually.” Krista said, sitting back with a nod. She looked pointedly at Rosalind. “And you’re very obviously his fp.”
“H-his what? How do you know all this?” Rosalind stuttered.
“My best friend had it.” She revealed, biting her lip. “I was his fp-that stands for favorite person, by the way-and I got mad at him over something,” she let out a laugh that sounded more like she was stopping a sob, “and he killed himself.”
Rosalind was dumbfounded. There was so many questions racing through her head.
Krista saw that Rosalind clearly still had a lot of questions, “Don’t you research these things?”
“No, not really, I don’t like researching. Period.”
Krista rolled her eyes, “The fp is the bpd-affected person’s favorite person. That means they are quite literally obsessed with them. But the fp also help to determine how they’ll feel. If their fp is happy, they’re happy. If they get upset with each other, they’ll be sad or upset.”
Rosalind thought back to the fights they had had. There weren’t that many, but Deimos did always seem a bit worse for wear after them.
“Keep an eye on him, Rosalind.” Krista warned.
Rosalind snapped back out of her memories, her heart feeling like it stalled in her chest. “W-what?” She stuttered. That was what the headmaster had told her. Was Deimos really in that bad of a headspace everyone could see it? And if so, why couldn’t she tell? She could read his emotions for goodness sake!
“If you make him upset, you specifically, he could very well spiral. Don’t.. Don’t end up like me, okay? I feel like I killed my best friend. Like I was there holding the knife with him.” She curled up, “All over something stupid, I said really mean words to him-”
Rosalind had said mean words to Deimos before. Her breathing felt broken, like she had forgotten how.
“-and he just…” Krista made a motion with one hand, as if she were slicing through her wrist. “His parents were out of town until the next day, They found his body. I was one of the first people they called.”

“Can we… lighten the mood, please?” Mischa requested. “Like, I’m sorry about your friend, but this is getting really really depressing.”
“Have you guys had sex?” Hana asked suddenly.
Rosalind turned bright red, “That’s none of your business! I thought we were playing truth or dare? This is far more than one question!” She protested.
“So, yes. Nah, now we’re playing let’s find out more about the resident bad boy.” She paused, “What’s he like in bed?”
“None of your business.” Rosalind said through gritted teeth, still red. “And oh my gosh, he’s not the resident bad boy. I’m serious you guys. He has… what did he call it?” She looked down, trying to remember the term. “Oh, he had amnesiac dissociation. He’s literally traumatized about the murder.”
“How often does he dissociate?” Krista asked.
Rosalind felt like any answer she gave would be bad. Krista’s question unnerved her somehow. “I don't… I don't know. It seems to be somewhat often.”
“Huh, interesting.” Krista said, before getting a strange gleam in her eyes. “How big is he?”
“Oh my god!” Rosalind screeched, covering her ears. She tried to change the subject, “why are you all so curious about Deimos? You all hate him.”
“He has a great body.” Hana deadpanned, the other three agreeing.
“And Krista has a crush on him cause he helped her one time at work.”
“Lyza!” It was Krista’s turn to screech this time. She looked to Rosalind. “I wasn't planning on acting on it, he's just…. he's really quiet and withdrawn at work but one time I had burned my hand on something and it hurt to continue washing dishes, so he took on my work too, he was there an extra two hours because of it. He's stand-offish, but I believe you, he's actually really nice.”
Rosalind nodded, about to say something, but she was interrupted.
“Do you think he'd ever cheat on you?”
“Lyza! Why would you ask something like that?!”
“Seriously I'm literally right here.” Rosalind agreed with Mischa.
Krista shook her head, “Mmm, no.” She said simply, everyone looked to her, even Rosalind.
“If Rosalind really is his fp, which I have no doubt she is, he wouldn't do anything to upset her. Plus, he doesn't seem like the cheating type. He's ridiculously attractive, but I don't think he knows how to use his looks.”
Rosalind had to agree with her. Deimos was always covering up with baggy, long sleeve shirts. He had some style, seeming to prefer skinny jeans and he had some nice shoes. He had the potential to be stylish, but he just didn't seem to have the desire, unless it was by accident. She thought back to all the times he had mentioned how he couldn't lose her. She always assumed she was just as desperate to not lose him, but now she wasn't so sure. She fidgeted a bit, getting tired of them drilling her about her fiancé. “Can we start up another game or something?” She asked them.

Thankfully they obliged this time, actually continuing their game of truth or dare before moving on to other games. Eventually, they all got comfortable and prepared to sleep. They were still talking after the lights went out though.
“Okay but seriously how big is he?” Lyla asked again, seeming even more confident in the cover of the dark.

Rosalind, who was far beyond drunk and just about asleep before the question was asked, now felt wide awake. “I will not tell you.” She said, her speech clearly slurred.
“Not even a hint?”
“Why are you so desperate to know?”
“Because he's hot as hell. But also Asian.”
“Lyla, that's racist.” Krista scolded.
“What are you talking about? He's European.” Rosalind muttered.
“His ethnicity, my god you're drunk.” Lyla said, a laugh escaping.
“Oh,” Rosalind said with a giggle, “I am definitely drunk.” She agreed. “Oh my goodness. That's just a stereotype, it's not true.”
The other girls could practically feel the grin that spread across Lyla’s face.

Around 3am, Rosalind was still wide awake. For the heck of it, she tried reaching out to Deimos. By chance are you awake?
Yeah… I'm having a hard time sleeping without you.
Aww, She could practically feel Deimos’ embarrassment from here.
S-Shut up. Deimos stuttered. I thought you drank tonight, why aren't you sleeping?
Rosalind shrugged before realizing he wasn't actually there. I guess maybe it's being with you that helps me sleep.
Aww, Deimos teased back, in the same tone as Rosalind's.
Shut up.