Randy Meeks

You delicately grabbed the worn brass doorknob to his room, peaking your head in. Where you expected to find Randy and Paul resting undisturbed, you see Randy, alone, sat up on the edge of his bed and staring blankly across the room. He doesn’t notice you coming in.

Shuffling your feet a little awkwardly, you decide to speak up after a moment of dead silence.

“Randy.”

You jump when he jumps, whipping his neck towards you. His eyes were blown wide and you pull your hands up in front of you, the plastic bags rubbing against one another as you did so. Once his crystal blue eyes focus on your own, the tenseness in his body dissipates, though you can see it being replaced by shakiness as you haphazardly kick your shoes off and take the few steps over to him, easing yourself beside him on the bed.