The interesting spectacle involving Bill was ended when he was arrested. Shark and Sinbad still watched as he was pushed into the squad car.
Sinbad was the first to say something as the car sped to the police station:
“Well, that was fun.”
He then turned to walk back into his room. Shark followed close behind him, assuming Sinbad wouldn’t object to it.
“Uh, hey. Sinbad?” Shark had no clue why he was asking, given he thought he already knew the answer. “Is it all right if I…”
Sinbad groaned. “Spit it out, man.”
It was a mundane enough request, but it wasn’t as if Shark had anyone to help with experience. “Can I stay here for the night? If that’s okay?”
Shark didn’t like how his scratchy uncomfortable blanket smelled strongly like tobacco. It was bad enough that he couldn’t get to sleep that night.
Instead, he slipped out from under the blanket and sat on the couch. When that proved to be unsatisfactory, he got up and peeked into Sinbad’s room.
Sinbad was clearly not a normal sleeper. His mouth was wide open, and he was drooling. For some weird reason, his hand was shoved down his shorts. The rest of him was splayed out all akimbo on the bed, with his sheets kicked off.
Not wanting to wake him up, Shark stepped back away from the door, and snuck out the front door over to the back patio.
The water by the house didn’t extend the entire way. What it did extend to looked rather deep. Shark hazarded a closer glance, but was then caught off guard by a snapping alligator.
He was so shocked, he fell over on his rear and watched in mortification. The alligator just went back to its regularly scheduled night swimming. When it was gone, Shark took a deep breath and shook his head.
“What was I expecting? This is Louisiana.” Getting back to his feet, Shark carefully made his way up the stairs. Each one creaked as he stepped on it, almost annoyingly so.
By the time he got to the top, Shark was certain that he’d woken Sinbad up. Thankfully, Sinbad was still laying on his bed in his room. Shark breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on one of the lawn chairs situated on the patio.
Out in the even further distance, Shark could see where he lived. Several lights were still on, indicating at least one of his relatives were awake. Chuckling once, Shark turned his attention to the stars.
It was still fairly warm out at night in early November. This meant Shark could stay out stargazing for a little longer outside, even in his slightly underdressed state. All the stars he could see glittered beautifully.
Lifting up his hands, Shark moved his fingers into a square shape and looked through it.
A part of him wished he could do this with Sinbad right now. It just felt like a nice thing to be doing with another person who was essentially Shark’s unofficial boyfriend.
Shark kept looking up at the stars until he felt himself getting sleepy. Putting his arms down, he relaxed and closed his eyes.
He didn’t even hear the door to Sinbad’s room opening, he had fallen asleep so quickly.