See You In Hell

A/N: I haven't read the book in quite some time, so please excuse errors. If you haven't read the book, I'll give you a basic summary: Two tormented boys, Gary and Brendan, are fed up with how they are always picked on by jocks and teachers. So they perform a massive school shooting.

BTW, in the book, it indicated that Brendan and Gary had a very intense relationship, and they were like… inseparable, so this is some non-slash friendship. But very deep friendship.

---Brendan's POV---

Gary made a little noise as he put his right shoe. He was paper white, and wore an expression beyond haunted. To be honest, he looked terrified. He pulled the gun out from behind him, and I could tell that he was trembling.

"Hey," I said gently to him. I loaded my semiautomatic, and sucked my teeth, "You're not getting nervous, are you?"

He looked up at me. "Hell no." He said, trying to look tough. He couldn't pull off a tough face if it killed him.

"Good." I said, grinning. I scribbled the last few words down on my suicide note, and laughed just a bit doing so. To me, this was like a game. The hurt me, and they hurt Gary. So we'd get them back.

Suddenly, I felt overwhelmingly guilty. Not because of what I was going to so to Sam Flech, or those fucking teachers, but because of what I'm doing to my best friend. Gary had never been a particularly violent person, and what he was going to do wasn't like him at all.

I sighed deeply and went to sit next to him. "Hey, don't worry." I said softly, placing my arm over his shoulder. "It'll be fine, Gary. Hey, you sure you wanna go though with this?"

He took a shaky breath, and nodded. I was relived. I needed to do it, and I don't think that I could have without him. I loved Gary like a brother, which is why I was doing this. For him. For my best friend. Even though nobody could see it, he was incredibly fragile. He would have killed himself anyway.

"Brendan?" He asked, "Are you scared?"

I wasn't. I knew that somewhere along the line, I must have gone somewhat insane. "Are you?" I countered, pulling him closer. Sometimes, I got so fucking mad a him, but I cared a lot. He was Gary. My Gary. I didn't want him to be scared.

He nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. And then, with a nervous laugh, he said, "Fuck that, I'm not scared."

Oh, god, was he scared.

I held Gary for a moment, and then stroked his forehead. He was crying at that point.

"What about Ryan?" He asked. Our other best friend, Ryan would probably hate us after this.

"We've discussed this. I left a separate note for him from the two of us. Did you leave one for Allison?"

"Yeah." He whispered, pressing himself closer to me. Although Gary had a loving mother, a girlfriend and Ryan, he had attached himself to me. He trusted me as his only friend. There was nothing that he knew that I didn't. He told me everything, from when some girls threw eggs at him in first grade to how his uncle was shot right in front of him. He had had enough in life. To not follow through with what we were doing would only prolong his misery.

"Hey." Gary said suddenly, "Remember last year? When that kid tried to drown me?"

I remembered. Another boy was hitting on Alison, and Gary had yelled at him. The boy had grabbed Gary by the hair and tried to shove his head into the lake. Ryan was baffled, Ali was screaming, so I went and beat the kid up.

"Yeah." I said.

Gary smiled a little. "I really wish he went to our school. Then maybe…" He patted his gun.

"Eh, fuck him, he's not worth the bullets." I said. And then, "Hey, Gar?"

"Hm?"

"I love you, dude." That sounded so fucking gay. But I knew that Gary would understand.

He nodded, "You too. I guess I'll miss you."

I grinned at him. "Shit, Gary. We'll see each other in hell."