"Ah, damn you.."

Joost sighed with displeasure, seeing you like this once again. He was getting tired of it.

You and Joost have known each other not so long ago, from the moment you both moved into a college dorm and became roommates. Klein was just a funny guy who liked to spend his time on YouTube or recording some songs. But you... you weren't like that.

you were drawn to something more spectacular. you should have been noticed back when you casually said that you would prefer "A Clockwork Orange" to a typical comedy on TV. you dropped this expression by accident in adolescence, but since then your motives have not changed.

It was in those moments when you got into fights that you felt alive. in addition to the usual animal emancipation and expression of your own anger, you involuntarily identified yourself with the guys you saw in these "special" films. Who were you today? Tyler Durden? Alex De-Large? Jean-Baptiste Grenouille? you identified with a variety of personalities, and it gave you strength. But today... Today probably wasn't your day.

"God, I swear it was the last time I got you out of trouble!" Joost made an exasperated noise, leading you to the nearest bench. You were badly beaten and could hardly move on your own. but that smug smile of yours betrayed the meanest sadomasochistic pleasure one could get from fighting. "Should I call you an ambulance or what?"