pPickles didn't go to school for a few days. He like... just forgot about it. He got a call from the school with a warning, though, and it reminded him. He had to graduate soon, after all. It didn't seem important anymore, but he knew that Donny would be pissed if he didn't. Besides, he had made it this far.../p

pHe sold all this shit he could at school when he did go back. He chanced keeping the rest of it in his locker. He dumped the stuff that he couldn't identify down the toilet. He hid the alcohol up in the top of the cupboards, like it wasn't his or something. He still had a month until his birthday, but it wasn't illegal for Donny to have had it around, so what the hell could the cops do? /p

pThey didn't do anything about it. The cops did show up with a warrant, and they looked through the apartment. Pickles hadn't particularly cleaned it up or anything because he thought it would look suspicious. He was getting fucking paranoid, and he was too sober for his own good. The assholes searched the apartment, and they asked if Pickles knew anything about Donny having drugs on him. Pickles said he had no idea. He wasn't fuckin' under oath here!/p

pThe cops didn't find anything, though. He thought that might be good, like maybe Donny wouldn't get into so much trouble or something, but he got another call from Donny two days after that./p

p"Pickles, you doing okay?"/p

p"Whoa, I should be the one asking that!" /p

pDonny actually laughed a little, but he sounded tired. "Don't worry. I'll be okay. I had my trial."/p

p"iAnd...?/i"/p

p"Well, I got convicted, kid... Told you I would... But, look, I'm only getting a year and a half. It's not so bad."/p

pPickles didn't see what the hell was 'not so bad' about that. Fuck!/p

p"Where are you gonna be?"/p

p"Lincoln County." /p

pPickles breathed a sigh of relief. Seth was sent to Milwaukee. If Donny had been sent to fucking Milwaukee, too.../p

p"Alright. So... I'll come visit you, then," Pickles told him. Donny didn't say anything for a moment. Pickles had no idea what he was thinking./p

p"You... don't need to do that. Jail sucks, dude. I don't want you to see me in this place," he laughed a little. /p

p"Fuck you," Pickles told him. "I'll come visit you if I want to."/p