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Written for; Button Bonanza, Pink 3. Piers Polkiss and Angel's Arcade, 2. Coco Bandicoot - Hot Pink, Jealousy, Cell Phone.
Word Count - 362
Alone
Piers walked the streets.
Alone.
He was always alone these days.
Dudley was gone, who the fuck knew where, and he hadn't even had the courtesy to call Piers every now and then on his mobile to let him know that he was, you know, still alive and all.
Malcolm, Dennis and Gordon had stopped calling too, but he didn't care so much about that. They'd only ever stuck around for Dudley's protection anyway.
Still at least they had each other.
Piers had seen the three of them in town, harassing some younger teens in the arcade, laughing and joking and being the prats they were.
He'd never admit outloud that jealousy had churned inside him for hours afterwards.
It's just… Dudley had always been there, for as long as Piers could remember. From being children, stealing toys of others, to being teens, smoking cigarettes because they thought it made them cool.
Piers remembered the two of them coughing up a storm until they got used to the inhaling of smoke. They'd done that before they shared the cigarettes with the others, and then the two of them had jeered at them for not being able to handle the smoke.
He remembered the first time they'd beat a kid up together, the first time they'd gotten drunk together, the first time they'd stayed up all night watching shit movies and taking the piss out of them.
Piers missed Dudley.
He wandered aimlessly for hours, stopping only when he reached his front door. He hadn't even realised he'd been walking back home.
Except…
His front doorstep was occupied.
"I thought you were never gonna get home, fucking hell."
Piers blinked. Then blinked again.
"Dudley?"
"In the flesh. You gonna let me in, it's fucking freezing and I've been waiting for you for hours."
Piers snorted. "I've been waiting for you for a year."
Dudley gestured to the box beside him. "I brought you a thing, what more do you want?"
Piers looked at the box. "Is that… Dudley, did you wrap me a present in hot pink wrapping paper?"
Dudley rolled his eyes. "It was what my mum had. Open the goddamn door."
