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Chapter 6: Staying in for a sleepover

Anthony's POV

8:36 pm

Billy burped loudly.

"Sorry…" he said, his face turning red and continued to eat his piece.

"Oh c'mon, Billy. You can do better than that," Brent commented.

I just sat there, slowly eating my piece. I was hungry as hell, but I didn't feel like eating. My mind's more preoccupied with something else other than my own hunger.

"Aren't you gonna finish your piece?" Brent asked, with a mouthful of pizza.

"It's been sitting there for a while now…" I looked up and offered my plate to him.

"You can have it if you want. I don't really feel like eating right now…" I said, handing out my plate to Brent as he took it.

My body still felt beaten up, I couldn't move my limbs much, it's like they were stiff. I seriously felt like I fell from a 50 storey building and survived without going to a hospital. (Okay, maybe I exaggerated a little
too much. But, yeah; let's go with that.)

"You've been looking a little down since you woke up. Are you sure you're alright?" Billy asked from the other side of the table.

I quickly looked up. "Huh? O-Oh yeah, I'm alright. Don't worry about it…" I said as I stared down and to sipped my diet coke.

When I looked back up; I noticed they were both staring at me weirdly.

"Guys, seriously; I'm fine. Stop staring at me. It's kinda creeping me out…" I mumbled.

They continued to stare at me weirdly. and then Brent broke the awkward silence.

"Alright, Billy. Take these plates back to the sink," he commanded as he handed the plates to Billy.

"O-Okay… Hey Brent, when are we gonna wash those plates?" Billy asked as he pointed out at those other plates that were sitting on the sink and counter.

He made a hand gesture and said, "We'll do that tomorrow..."

Billy then proceeded to take the plates to the sink.

"So…what about you?" Brent asked, probably talking to me.

"Umm… what about me?" I asked, confused.

"Are we supposed to take you home or something?" Brent asked. "You know, get you back where you came from."

I don't exactly know if I want to go back home yet. Hell, I don't even now where I am. I'm too numb and tired to go back home. I don't even know what's going to happen to me in the next 24 hours.

"Well?" Brent asked, snapping me back to reality, "Yes or No?"

"I…don't know…" I said.

Billy gasped happily then came back to interrupt our conversation.

"Hey, Brent. Can he stay in for a sleepover?" he gladly asked.

"A sleepover? What are you, a 10 year old girl?" Brent asked back.

"Oh come'on, Brent. Let him stay! It's getting dark out. Plus, he looks pretty worn out," Billy insisted.

"Billy, he just came out from a sleep. You expect him to be worn out?"

"Yeah, just look at him!"

Brent examined me for a while and turned back to Billy.

To be honest, I wanted to stay here for the rest of the night. For everything that was going on, I just want to rest and hope everything will go back to normal again.

"You know what? Fine, but only if you wash the dishes tomorrow. You go get him some pillows and blankets while I go dive into my pillows and blankets," He stated as he proceeded to his room.

"Hey, you know it's bad to sleep right after dinner," Billy quickly said.

"I don't care…" Brent replied as he shut the door behind him.

Billy stared at me and noticed my "I'm-sorry-I've-never-should've" face.

But he just smiled at me and said, "Heh, don't worry! Brent's always like right here and I'll get your pillows." Just like that, he ran to the closet to get the pillows and other stuff.

I felt really guilty about them letting me stay in here for the night. They've already, I guess I can call it "save" my life. I owed them way too much, at least too much to me.

He came back as quickly as possible, with 3 pillows in hand and a blanket.

"Is it alright if you sleep on the couch?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks." I said back.

Billy just smiled and set the pillows and blankets on the couch.

"Hey, look," I interrupted him. "I'm really sorry I had to make you do all of this, you guys have done so much for me that I'm starting to feel guilty…I'm really, really sorry…"

"There's nothing to be sorry about and there's nothing to feel guilty about. In fact, smile and be thankful 'cause we're making you feel like home," he said with a smiled.

I never really thought that Billy would ever say that.

I smiled back and just followed on what he said, "Thanks…"

He smiled back and said, "No prob."

He pointed towards in which I guess is his room.

"Now I'll be in my room, if you need anything else, you can just knock." he said.

"Okay…" I replied as I nodded.

He swept away and headed to his room, leaving me alone in this unfamiliar living room to myself.

I looked around for a bit before deciding to sit on the couch next to my pillows and blankets.

I leaned in and grabbed the remote from the coffee table then opened the TV.

I switched from channel to channel, looking for something good on 'till I switched on something that looked kinda interesting.

I set the remote down and arranged my pillows to a comfortable level, letting myself indulge into this random movie I stumbled upon.

So far, the story is about an average kid in school, with a very strong grudge against his own father. Later in the movie, the kid grew up; still not being able to forgive his own father, he got married and had beautiful children. A few days later, a priest came into his house to settle his problems with his father. The priest commanded him to go to his father's house and apologize immediately, the guy objected but the priest insisted and gave the guy some money for the fair and gifts to bring for his father. The guy went to his father's house and calmly apologized to him and said that he forgave him. A couple of weeks later, he found out that his father had passed away and was glad that his son was able to forgive him. (Kind of a cheesy story…)

The movie really touched my heart; it made me realize my own bond with my father who also passed away when I was 19, I wasn't been able to stop crying since then, Ian was able to comfort and calm me down for a while (and that's not gay) but that thing had already passed.

The thought of Ian came in mind again (not in a gay way, again…).

I just laid there, being surrounded by a bunch of pillows and covered with a blanket in a dark and atmospheric room; only being lit by the TV.

I thought about worrying what had happen to Ian since this morning, the random voice from my phone said that something happened to him. (At least that's how I understood it.)

I never should've let him run back to the mall in a thick fog. I knew something bad would happen to him, so why did I let him? What the hell was wrong with me? This is all my fault. It was so stupid of me to let him go back, and now he's in danger, and I don't even know what was happening to him.

He helped me to completely recover from my tragic lost, and now I promised myself to protect him; making sure I won't have another tragic lost. I failed. It's possible that something terrible has happened to him. I can't even handle the responsibility of my best friend's life, and now it slipped away from my sight.

I failed… I'm a failure…

It's all my fault…

I felt something wet on my pillow.

I lightly touched my cheek.

Tears? I'm crying? When did I start crying?

I quickly wiped the tears away. But I couldn't seem to stop.

Why am I crying? There's nothing to cry about… is there?

On that night, I softly cried myself to sleep.

Thinking about maybe my new tragic lost and thinking about what would
happen in the next day.

Ian's POV

3:15 am

"You really need to stop your hobby on breaking glasses," I said as I helped Antoinette clean up the shards of glass on the kitchen floor.

"Jeez, it's not like I have a hobby of it. Oh no, not you!" Antoinette said, still talking on the phone.

I took the other shards of glass and quickly threw it on the trash can.

"All right, all done. Happy?" I said.

"Hold on…" Antoinette told the person on the phone.

She examined the floor and looked back up at me.

"Yeah, thanks," She quickly said before returning to her phone.

I sighed deeply and sat on the couch.

Twilight was still on, must be a Twilight marathon or something.

"Oh hell no! I specifically told her to stay away from him!... Yeah, I know; being a bitch as usual!" Antoinette said as she took her phone somewhere else.

I felt my eyelids slowing closing, I must've been more tired than I expected. I know I just came out from a sleep, but my body felt like it was going to pass out.

My breathing became calmer and slower.

Everything went dim and blurry; I finally closed my eyes; resting myself on the soft couch as I heard lines from Twilight.

I woke up and found something different.

I was still lying down on the couch, the TV was off and the only thing lit was the light from the kitchen. I took a quick glance on the clock.

3:57

I guess I passed out for a while.

I noticed something that was wrapped around me; a very comfortable blanket and a soft pillow beneath my head, then I thought: Antoinette…

Speaking of Antoinette; she was sitting in the dinning table with a coffee mug on her left hand and a phone on her right. She was staring sadly on her phone as she stirred her coffee.

She seemed to notice that I was awake and that I was staring at her. She smiled wearily and said, "BG's line was cut. She said she would call again when she found the problem."

I slowly rocked my head back and forth and said, "I see…"

She brought her coffee then walked to me; setting her coffee mug on the coffee table then sat next to it.

She took a sip of her coffee and asked, "How's your wrist?"

I took a glimpse at my arm and lifted it. "It's feeling a little better now…"
I said.

"That's good…" she wearily said.

A silence was formed for a few second, but then it was broken when Antoinette spoke up again. "You know, you had a really weird expression on your face when I said that I was Antoinette, it's been bothering me for a while. Is something wrong?" she asked.

"No, there's nothing wrong… it's just…" I ducked my face, and then a few moments later, I lifted my head up and said, "It's really hard to explain…"

"I can tell…" she said. She took another sip of her coffee and said, "I can also tell that you're worried about something…rather someone…" She leaned in a bit and asked, "Who is it?"

I looked away for a while and asked myself: Should I tell her about Anthony?

Before I can even answer myself, Antoinette gave a really long yawn and she shook her head a little.

"You know, maybe I'll tell you tomorrow. You're tired. Why can't you just go to sleep?" I asked.

"I'm waiting for BG to call back…" she replied.

"What are you and BG talking about anyway?" I immediately regret for asking that.

She crossed her eyebrows, "Like it's any of your business…" then angrily snorted.

Another awkward silence was formed, but then again was broken when I spoke up.

"Antoinette…can you do me a small favor?" I asked.

She stared at me with a confused face.

"It depends on how small it is…" she said.

Despite of what she said, I said it anyway.

"Antoinette, can you please drop me off the same place you found me tomorrow morning? You know: the parking lot near the mall?" I asked.

Her face began to relax.

"Oh, I see. Yeah, n-no problem." She said as she continued to sip her coffee.

She stared at her phone for a sec and grew angrier.

"Ahh, screw BG! I'm going to sleep!" she exclaimed before standing up; bringing her coffee mug with her and placing it in the fridge.

"Goodnight, Antoinette…" I quickly said before Antoinette could reach her room.

She stopped her tracks and faced me, eyebrows still crossed.

I gave her a weary-sweet smile.

Her face seemed to relax again as she replied back, "Goodnight, Ian…" before continuing to her room.

After hearing the door close, I lay down and stared at the white-plastered ceiling; thinking about something.

I know I won't do anything much when Antoinette drops me off in the parking lot, but that's the only thing connecting me to the places I know. But something else was telling me that when I arrive at the mall, it's not like the place I used to know. But I'm going there anyway. I wonder what happened to Anthony after I passed out…

There are high chances that he came looking for me. I just hope he didn't come looking for me all day and night. I don't blame him for being so overprotective (in a brotherly way that is…), but he should stop worrying so much about me. I'm a grown-ass man; I can handle my own life. In fact, I'm even more worried about him (again, brotherly way.). He keeps on beating himself up and lowering his self-esteem.

Tomorrow morning, I'm going to do what ever it takes to find him. It wouldn't be too hard when I didn't lose my phone.

I shifted myself; trying to find a comfortable spot. I slowly closed my eyelids.

All I can do now is sleep 'till tomorrow morning. Half of me thought that I couldn't handle this thing. And half of me agreed on that. But there's nothing else I can do. The only thing I can do now is sleep and hope that when I wake up, everything will go back to the way it was.

But some part of me told me that nothing is going to be the same again.

A/N: This chapter was like, 5-7 days old. Sorry if I didn't post this. Maybe I'll post the other chapter sooner or later.

Anyways! About the movie that Anthony watched, that wasn't a real movie (at least, I've never saw one like it...) but it was base on true story aboutmy classmate's father. She got really emotional while telling us the story.

Hopefully, you'll still be around to check a new chapter.