Thunder rumbled throughout the city, only to scare the life out of you. Putting your headphones back over your head only made the booming worse. It's one thing for it to storm, but it's a whole other thing for school to be coming up. Labor Day weekend was quickly approaching, and you've hardly done a thing. You waited for your best friend to get online, but waiting only made it more frustrating; everything frustrated you.
Another loud boom was accompanied by a lighting strike so bright, it lit up your whole neighborhood. This wasn't good. Quickly, you got up out of your chair, letting it swivel on its wheels. Your hand reached out to grab your grey hoodie only to knock something over. Frustration hit you like a giant brick house. What the hell did I manage to drop this time? You shook your head to just let it all go and tugged on the pullover. The doorknob of your closet felt strangely cold as your hand draped over it. Slowly, you turned it and headed inside. Stacks of unneeded junk were piled up in the corners of your closet. Damn, I need to fucking clean all this up. Your thoughts raced, only to make the anxiety worse.
The room fell silent, and a single chill rode up your spine like someone was drawing an icicle down your spine. The only thing worse than thunder is having no sound at all. You started panicking. This was not the time to be feeling like this, especially when there's no one there to comfort you. You wondered why no one was answering any of your texts, it's not like you were telling them to fuck off or anything; not today at least.
A sigh escaped your chapped lips as you tried to message your best friend again. You watched the wheel that indicated that it was loading. C'mon you fucktard, hurry up. Getting up abruptly, you hit your head and stumbled out of the closet. You decided it would probably be a better idea to head out to get his attention rather than wait over the on and off signal.
It was pouring outside, more than usual actually. Cars still continued to race by, splashing the rainwater on the small sidewalks and getting your pants wet. You wished you had a car at this point, considering he lived on the other side of the town but your part time job didn't do justice in the pay. The only people out today were middle aged men driving back to their families. The thought still stung deep in the back of your head of your dad. He was never there, or when he was it was just him nagging at you and yelling. You were glad you moved out, even though the apartment isn't the greatest at all.
The streets started getting closer to his place, the street signs getting more and more familiar as you walked as quickly as you could to beat the thunder and lightning. The message was still trying to send, so you closed it and tried again.
Nothing was going your way today, aside the thunder subsiding until you got to his doorstep. You rang his doorbell, patiently waiting for his answer.
"doors open!" you hear a distant raspy voice call out. Thank god nothing happened to him. You thought to yourself as you slowly opened the door to find Gamzee in an apron at the stove.
"Where is your phone?! I have been trying to contact you for like 3 fucking hours!"
The clown turned his head and flashed a questioning smile, "uhhh what?" he turned back to the stove to flip the bacon that laid in the pan.
You rolled your eyes at him and tried to respond with a less angry question.
"I said, I've been trying to get a hold of you for like 3 hours. What are you even doing anyway? It's 4 in the afternoon why are you making bacon?"
Gamzee then grinned and put the pan on the counter before turning around and walking towards you. He out stretched his arms offering you a hug. Keeping your arms crossed to your chest, you reluctantly let him wrap his snake like arms around you for a split second before offering you some dinner; which you shake your head and plop down on his creaky couch.
The television was turned on and blared loud enough to make one go deaf, but your thoughts were loud enough to push the sound out. Slowly, you closed your tired aching eyes and entered the dark abyss of your dreams.