Man it has been so gotdang long since i've uploaded something on this website lmao.

But anyway. Tada! I finally decided to start putting stuff up again cause I find writing to be a nice lil outlet u know

I'm taking sort a different approach with this story though. Usually I plan my fics out to like every last detail but for this one I think I'm gonna just go with the flow and see where writing it takes me. So I'm getting on this ride with y'all this time :p.

This is basically a fic about Spinelli and TJ, who are now high school seniors and have come to the agreement that they wanted to be each others, "get it over with", per say. Dont worry man it'll make sense later on, I promise.

But anyway, heres what i got so far, I guess you could call this a prologue so read on my friends.

~ENJOY

"Come on come on come on..."

It had to be at least 2 a.m. I didn't know for sure because I didn't have a clock in my room, but I could tell because the neighbors' stupid schnauzer always started barking around this time of night. That little runt was lucky that he wasn't my main concern right now cause if he was, believe me, I would've gone over there and punted him into the fucking stratosphere by now.

But I didn't care about that stupid little dog right now. I didn't care that my mom forgot to feed Bruiser while I was gone and he nearly attacked me when I'd come back in less than an hour ago. Nothing could possibly take my attention away from what was currently freaking me the fuck out.

TJ.

And no, I don't mean that TJ himself was messing me up, it was something he said to me. Something...really...really uncalled for.

There was probably a better word for it, but I really couldn't think straight right now.

Now I was just sitting here like an idiot, dialing Gretchen's number like five times every second waiting for her to just fucking pick up the phone already. I guess that at the time, I didn't really think about how it was 2 a.m. and that she was probably asleep like a normal person. But I really didn't care. I really just needed to talk to someone other than myself.

I swallowed hard and dialed Gretchen's number again, praying that she would just pick up this time.

It rang once, then twice, then three times. I was on the verge of hanging up and trying again before I heard the softest voice pick up on the other end.

"Spinelli?"

I swear to god I almost teared up when I heard her voice. There was no way I was gonna let her know I'd been crying though, so I cleared my throat and spoke up.

"Hey Gretch." I let out in a strained tone, trying to cover up the rawness of my throat. "What's up?"

I heard her move underneath her covers and yawn loudly. "Well. It's 2:13 a.m. What do most people do around this time of night Spinelli?"

I groaned and ran my free hand through my bangs. "Sorry-sorry. I forgot that you'd probably be sleeping by now."

She yawned again, and I think I heard her sit up out of bed. "It's fine. The dream I was having wasn't even that great anyway. I've had lunch with Einstein before."

I wanted to laugh at that because I knew she was joking with me, but I couldn't make it not come out strained. That was probably a really obvious sign to her that I was upset.

"I'm gonna go ahead and assume something's wrong?" Gretchen asked me, clicking on her light.

"I-I mean..."

Why was this so hard to get out? YES something was wrong. I was fucking crying when I came home. Crying. I haven't cried since I was fourteen when Bruiser almost got put down.

"Yeah." I finally sputtered out. "Yeah. Yeah something's really wrong."

"Well. Are you gonna tell me what it is or do I have to weasle it out of you? Obviously its something pressing, otherwise I don't think you would've called me so late at night."

"Yeah yeah, I know." I cut her off. "It's just-I just-"

I knew I'd probably have to retell the entire story if this was gonna make any kind of sense to her, and I cannot stress how much I really did not want to fucking do that. I didn't wanna relive everything that had been happening for the past two months. I didn't wanna have to think about what TJ said to me earlier again.

"Spinelli? Are you okay?" Gretchen asked me. "You sound like you're crying."

Shit. Was I?

I lifted my hand to my face a touched my cheek, and low and behold, yep. I was crying alright, and I hadn't even noticed.

"Crap." I wiped my face and blinked until I felt my eyes dry up again. "Fuck. I just-ugh."

I knew the look Gretchen had on her face right now, I could feel it. She got that look when Vince was challenging her brainy-ness or when someone proved her wrong. It was a knowing kind of look, like she ultimately knew what was right about whatever they were talking about.

"Spinelli, does TJ have something to do with this?"

I felt my heart beating in my chest. "Y-yea. How'd you guess?"

"Well, there's only three people on the planet that I know of that can make you feel any other emotion than rash aggression." She counted off. "Your mom. Your dog." She paused. "And TJ Detweiler."

I wanted to flop down on my mattress and scream into my pillow. God...just hearing his name right now just...

"Yeah, yeah Gretch, it's about TJ." I gripped my comforter. "Something...happened."

I know she still had that look on her face. "'Something' as in...?"

I bit my lip. "Something...really bad."

Gretchen went silent for a little bit, and it made my nerves stand on end. It sounded like she was moving under the covers again, getting up and moving across the room or something. I heard her socks shuffle across the floor, and her closet door open with that loud ass screech it always made every time you opened it. She had to have been quiet for like two minutes before I spoke up again.

"Gretch, please say something back. It makes me nervous when you go all quiet like that-"

"I'm coming over."

My eyes went a bit wide, and i could hear her keys jingling in the background. "Wait-what? You're coming over? Gretchen it's like two a.m. What if-"

"It's fine, Spinelli." She cut me off, shutting the door to her room. "I don't have anywhere pressing to be tomorrow and my parents were already asleep when I got in today. If they ask I'll just tell them that I decided to spend the night at your house."

"Are you sure? You really don't have to-"

"Yes I most certainly do." She interrupted again. "You think I'm just going to let my best friend since elementary school, a girl who hasn't cried since she was fourteen, sit alone in her bedroom sulking to herself about one of our friends at two in the morning? Absolutely not."

I breathed such a huge sigh of relief that I swear I felt a hundred pounds lighter. I fucking loved Gretchen. I didn't even have to ask her to come help me deal with my shit, she already knew to do it on her own.

My mom always went on and on about making sure that I had "genuine" friendship while I was in high school, and the way she explained it was always kind of confusing for me. She said stuff like, "make sure you've got a friend who's gonna let you borrow her hair tie even though she's havin a bad hair day" or "make sure you've got a friend who doesn't have to ask to know you're upset.", and I guess since I was like thirteen when she told me this it didn't really make that much sense. I already thought that I had those types of friends. I didn't know why I had to go out looking for more of them.

But I'm seventeen now and I completely understand what she meant. She meant a having a friend like Gretchen. Someone who had my back no matter what, and didn't judge me when I was being stupid or doing questionable things.

Someone who would fucking drive across town at two in the morning just to comfort their upset friend.

"Thanks, Gretch. You rock, really." I let a weak smile show up on my face, and wiped my eyes again.

"Not a problem at all." Gretchen replied, and I'm pretty sure I heard her car door shut. "Now, just give me approximately twenty minutes and I'll be right there. Just try and relax until then, alright?"

I nodded. "Alright."

The last thing I told her before we hung up was to make sure she texted me when she got here so I could come let her in. My doorbell was really loud and irritating, especially if someone rang it when the whole house was silent. It definitely would've woken my parents up and caused all this commotion that I really didn't need at the moment, so an "i'm here" signal was probably my best bet right now.

I put my phone down on my pillow and inhaled sharply. Now lets hope I could wait twenty minutes for her to get here without crying again.

Ugh. God, emotions really suck, don't they?

Yeah haha i didn't really proofread this so if there are mistakes i'm sorry about that. But, I got this. I think

So tell me what you think so far! I love feedback and love to hear people's ideas too. So just drop a review in that lil box below and tell me what u think! I really appreciate it!

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Anyway, see yall later for now!

~DUECES