Yep, that's right. We dont have parents. They died in a house fire 3 years ago. Thats why Andy I moved up here, to Melbourne. We couldn't take living so close to our hometown. Every night I would wake up having nightmares. And every time Andy would comfort me. Then I grew older and I decided enough was enough. I went and saw a psych without Andy knowing. She gave me pills to take. Apparently I have post traumatic stress disorder or some shit. Add that to my many list of fucked up qualities. "BRADIE!"
"Woah," I snap out of it, "what's wrong Andy?"
"I should be asking you that bro, you seem out of it today, you wanna stay home?" he asks me "nahh Andy, I'm fine" I lie, "lets just get out of here." We walk out of our 2 bedroom apartment. Whilst Andy locks the door I walk around our floor. Floor 3. My favourite number. We also live at number 3. That was a condition of living here. It had to be number 3.
"Brades, lets go." Andy calls out to me. I walk over to him,
"What's up with you today bradie?" he asks me. "You seriously don't remember?" I look at him with wide eyes. He shakes his head.
"Today's the day of the fire"
"Woah," I snap out of it, "what's wrong Andy?"
"I should be asking you that bro, you seem out of it today, you wanna stay home?" he asks me "nahh Andy, I'm fine" I lie, "lets just get out of here." We walk out of our 2 bedroom apartment. Whilst Andy locks the door I walk around our floor. Floor 3. My favourite number. We also live at number 3. That was a condition of living here. It had to be number 3.
"Brades, lets go." Andy calls out to me. I walk over to him,
"What's up with you today bradie?" he asks me. "You seriously don't remember?" I look at him with wide eyes. He shakes his head.
"Today's the day of the fire"