First fight

Chris felt tired even in his sleep. As he opened his eyes and stretched in bed, yawning, he almost received the shock of his life when he turned around mid-stretching to find vicious eyes staring at him from the other bed. 

"Jesus Christ! What the hell, weirdo!" He exclaimed as he sat up abruptly.

Sky glared at him like he wasn't the one who had just given him quite a scare.

Sky sat on his bed with his hands folded across his chest, placing his entire focus on Chris, who had been asleep, by the way. Sky didn't look good. Not his physical looks, though. Because he still looked like a fine wine. 

Though, it was nothing like last night, when he looked like an evil enchantress fox. He wore his usual plain joggers and hoodie and had his hair tied in a messy bun. 

But his entire countenance spelt anger. 

"Why didn't you respond to my text last night?" Sky asked him in a tone that said he was anything but pleased. 

Chris looked at him as though this guy had gone crazy.