Freddy trudged through the hallways on a Friday afternoon. The weather outside was just as dreary as it had been for the past week. Sodden, cold, and raining. The rainy season was hitting hard this year, and Freddy hoped it would be over soon.
He walked alone on the way to eighth hour, Math, his last class. Math was his least favorite subject, but it was at the very end of the day, so that was good. A loud commotion was starting in the hall ahead of him, but it wasn't your average argument or a couple guys horsing around. Something sounded genuinely wrong. He looked up, curious. Students were being pushed out of the way by a tall ginger who was hurtling down the hallway at breakneck speed.
Foxy! What was he doing here? He dropped out his Junior year! He spent all of his time at his apartment or the pizzeria watching various shows. He hated high school, and that was his reason for dropping out. What was so urgent that it couldn't wait for 45 more minutes until Freddy got to the Pizzeria?
The ginger reached him, panting heavily. "Aye! Freddy!" He yelled.
Freddy stared at Foxy, wide-eyed. "Foxy, what? Why are you here?"
Foxy was still trying to catch his breath, bent over with his hands - or and and hook - resting on his thighs for support. He lifted his hook to Freddy in a pointing gesture.
"It be Gold," He gasped, then let his head hang again, still breathing heavily, as if he had run all the way here from the Pizzeria, which he probably had. He had been in cross country, (Long distance running), during his Sophomore year, and the best on the team, too. He was crazy good at running.
Freddy's mouth hung open. "Gold?! Gold what? Where is he? What's going on?!" He interrogated the panting boy.
Foxy looked up after a few seconds. "He got let out of the Juvenile Detention Center fer-" he took a big breath "-good behavior." Then he slumped back down and continued trying to slow his breathing.
"That's... That's..." A storm of emotions swirled in Freddy's stomach. A lot of images flashed before his eyes. Gold sitting in the corner and trembling in fear, Gold standing awkwardly next to his friends, Gold attacking the blonde, Gold's bloodthirsty, murderous look, Gold being taken away in the back of the cop car, and finally Bonnie telling him that she never liked Gold because of his bad vibes.
Freddy wasn't exactly sure about how he felt about Gold being released.
"Where is he?" Freddy asked, suddenly forgetting that they were in school. It was as if the world around had ceased to exist and the only things that existed were Foxy, him, and his swirling thoughts.
Foxy had straightened up, but he was still breathing pretty heavily. "No one knows," he answered darkly.
In eighth hour, which Freddy had with both Bonnie and Chica, he told them the whole thing with Foxy showing up and telling him about Gold. Chica seemed excited, which caused Freddy to get slightly jealous. Bonnie's face stayed neutral, but he could have sworn he saw her grip her guitar tighter.
When he finished saying no one knows where he went, Chica immediately yelled, "The Pizzeria!" causing the entire class to turn and look at them. Chica smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," She apologized.
The three sat chatting quietly - well, Freddy and Chica did. Bonnie sat listening - until the bell rang.
They exited the building into the cold air. Small rain drops were sprinkling down. They fast-walked/jogged to the pizzeria. When they got there, Freddy opened up the doors.
The place was empty, all except Foxy, who was watching Death Note on his laptop. He raised his eyebrows when the three came bursting in, panting.
"What be up with you three?" He asked in his thick pirate accent.
Chica bounded forward and leaned on the table Foxy was sitting at, getting up in his face. "We thought maybe Gold would be here!" She yelled frantically.
Foxy leaned back a bit. "Lass, he ain't here. It be only me," He assured the frantic blonde.
Chica calmed down and sat down next to Foxy. Bonnie and Freddy sat as well, Freddy and Bonnie next to each other across from Foxy and Chica. Foxy closed his laptop.
"Where else would he have gone?" Chica wondered aloud.
"To his old home, maybe?" Foxy suggested.
Freddy shook his head. "No, he can't have. He said he had no friends or parents and that he lived here."
"He SAID he had no parents?" Chica asked.
"Well no, but he did say he had no place to call home."
"That doesn't mean he doesn't have parents."
"Yeah it does! Because he would go to them if he did!"
"What if they kicked him out or abandoned him?"
Freddy raised his voice to a yell. "He doesn't have parents Chica! NOW SHUT UP, YOU STUPID BLONDE!" He screeched the last words in a frenzied rage, and they echoed around the building as the four lapsed into a tense silence. No one spoke. No one made any sounds at all. It was so quiet, you could hear a pen drop.
He was breathing heavily, staring angrily at Chica as he leaned over the table, his fingers curling around the dirty tablecloth. He knew his face was most likely red with rage and his eyes burning.
Chica looked down, and tears started to form in her eyes. She let out a small sniff and slumped her shoulders, trying to make herself as small as possible.
Freddy realized what he had done; his temper had spiraled out of control and he had gone off again. His face fell as he watched Chica start to cry. Foxy wrapped his arms around her, saying. "It's alright, Lass, Freddy just has a lot on his mind," Foxy glared at Freddy angrily as Chica's sobs got louder. Bonnie had stopped playing her guitar and was also glaring at Freddy.
The room was silent except for Chica's muffled sobs. Freddy stood, his hands up in almost like a defense position in case one of them attacked him. Bonnie and Foxy were boring into his eyes with their own, their expressions reading with extreme anger, 'you *sshole.'
Suddenly the double doors swung wide open with a loud creak. Everyone's head snapped toward the doors, even Chica, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
The rain had picked up again, and in the doorway stood a boy. He had blonde hair and a dark blue top hat and bow tie. His vest was yellow. He was soaked through and through, along with the pizza box he was holding in his left hand.
Gold's eyes had dark circles under them, like he hadn't slept in days. His hair was matted and greasy looking. He looked like he haden't been taking care of himself in the slightest. His face was neutral, but his teeth clenched slightly to stop them from chattering. He appeared to have walked from wherever he got the pizza to the abandoned Pizzeria, and without any way of sheltering from the rain. His hair and clothes were already sodden and dripping onto the concrete slab below him.
"Hey, guys," He murmured in his quiet, unsure voice. He was shaking, but from cold this time, not fear. "I brought pizza."
