As soon as the gown left his body, he fully intended on burning it. Watching it burst into flames before his eyes seemed so tempting. And why not? No one was actually waiting to scold him for such a thought. On the other hand, nobody was waiting to congratulate him for his scholastic efforts.
And if you thought that Gold would be there, then you thought wrong. Although his heart was solid, his mind was different. He'd be there besides his silver-eyed "brother" when he needed help, but that didn't mean school was his top priority. And although he'd be the only one that Silver really remembered after today, he knew that even then, a close friend wasn't always reliable. One day, they'd leave you too.
"Dude, stop spacing out so much."
So much had happened in the four years of high school that were supposed to be the best.
"Oh hey! You're going to that party, right?"
Party, party…..party? As soon as his trance had begun, it left, at the sound of a party. When in the world did anyone ever mention a party? Curiously looking to his companion, Silver just stared, his eyes asking for him, pulling out an answer and a chuckle from Gold's mouth.
"Geez, you need to let go…" Gold always told him that. "Your last day as a high school boy and you don't know how to celebrate?" The silence that followed only encouraged the gold-eyed boy more. With the shake of his head, he grabbed the solemn boy by the arm and paraded towards his home, now in view; meanwhile, he seemed completely oblivious of the obvious scene he was making.
It wasn't that Silver didn't want to go. Honestly, he didn't mind talking and reminding himself of who attended school with him for the past four years. There were a lot of decent people he was aware of; two boys, Red and Green, acted as other, not-as-close-as-Gold brothers to him; their plan once high school ended was to climb the highest mountain, which lied in between the two adjacent regions. In short, they planned on breaking a world record.
A girl named Blue acted as an unofficial sister-figure. Even outside from school, she made sure that Silver was alright; basically, she saved him from utter self-inflicted pain. Although not entirely sure, her plan for life was to travel; she wanted to see as much of the world as she could because, in her case, she wasn't "getting any younger".
And as Silver sat on his friend's bed, reminiscing, Gold popped out of the bathroom in his signature red and white hoodie, paired with black shorts. This time, he decided against wearing his black and white cap, letting his wild black hair take its natural shape for all to see. "Now," he shouted, "I'm ready to par-tay~!"
Silver, in the meantime, argued about Gold's attire, stating that it was too casual for an end of the year party.
"Besides, how many times have you worn that outfit this month?"
With a shrug, Gold scoffed. "Oh, please. How many times have you worn THAT outfit?" And Silver didn't even bother to look down; he, too, was wearing his normal outfit, consisting of a black and red sweater, along with jeans. "…Your point?"
Glancing at the giant clock on his bedroom wall, Gold flinched. With the party beginning at ten, he was surprised to see that the big hand was getting dangerously close to nine thirty-five. "My point is that you're being an ass about nothing. That, and that you'll be driving us tonight, my friend."
At this point in time, Silver had managed to learn how to tune out his friend's constant talking, for he somehow continued to babble on about useless matters. But as soon as he heard that a task he wasn't too fond of doing was placed on his shoulders, the red-haired boy couldn't help but glare at the boy. "What?"
"You're an ass-"
"The second part, stupid."
Running a hand through his unmanageable hair, Gold sighed. "I don't feel like driving. I, Gold, hereby entrust you with the task of getting us to that party!"
Silence.
"Please?"
Rolling his eyes, the now-annoyed red-haired teen stood up, stretching his back. "Fine, but just as long as you change that annoying outfit." Gold only laughed.
"Only if you change yours, too.
"So you're not going to visit the old high school at least once in a while?"
"Honestly, until Ruby graduates next year, that'll be a definite no."
With the radio blasting to at least one of the two boy's favorite station, Gold laughed at Silver's dislike for the junior boy they only knew as Ruby. Silver, finally convinced by Gold to drive faster because of their lack of time, weaved in and out of the traffic ahead of him, while amusing his companion with answers to his unusual and, somewhat degrading, questions. "So at least I finally know you weren't too fond of him."
Silver shrugged, eyes never leaving the road ahead. "Why would I like a guy who's more of a girl than his own girlfriend?" And although Silver didn't dare glance at the passenger seat, Gold nodded in agreement. After that, the music of the radio filled the following silence of the car.
Silence; it was good to have that once in a while, Silver told himself, especially when a certain boy next to him didn't know when to shut up. But he supposed that without Gold, his life would be pretty quiet, boring. But of course, he'd never admit that.
"Silver?"
So much for silence. "What?"
Although Silver couldn't take notice of Gold at the moment, he could still sense that rare hesitance in his voice as he spoke. "..W-We're friends, right?" Silver deadpanned.
"Gold, why else do you think I've been putting up with you for the past…eight years?" Said boy shrugged sheepishly with a chuckle.
"I dunno, maybe the fact that you talk trash about everyone else makes me unsure. Call me crazy or whatever, but I actually thought you wouldn't talk to me after graduation." Hearing this, Silver was strongly tempted to call him crazy.
"I already promised that we'd meet up every week or two. I may not seem like it, but I haven't broken a promise." His grey eyes flickered to his friend, the ghost of a smile on his face.
"EVER?"
"No, never, geez." And Gold grinned that stupid grin again.
"Aww, Silver's gonna miss me! Silver's gonna miss me!" Ignoring the subtle swaying of the car, the crazed raven-haired boy began to playfully elbow his red-haired friend, who cringed at the intensity of each blow.
"Gold-"
"Miss me, miss me, Silver's gonna miss me~!"
"Gold, stop! I'm driving-!" His hands lost grip of the steering wheel as Gold poked him in the side.
"I love you too, man!-"
"GOLD, I'M DRIVING!"
And his hands firmly gripped the wheel again, stopping at the red light in front of them. Silver sighed, his grey eyes sternly looking ahead, not wanting to see Gold's expression now. However, looking to the side, he flinched at the sight of his usually spunky friend looking straight ahead, gold eyes now amber because of the bright red stoplight ahead of them. Pondering, his eyebrows now furrowed, Silver scoffed.
Just as the light turned green, a now-silent Gold received an intense whack in the head.
"Mother f- WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Silver could only smirk.
"Yeah, I'll miss you." And Gold could only grin.
Within minutes of reaching the party site, Silver drove into the left turning lane, about to turn into the street of the home where the big event was to take place. The incoming traffic forced him to wait to turn, leaving the two in an awkward silence. Well, at least for a few seconds.
"So…", Gold asked, not missing a beat, "you'll probably miss me, but what do you think about that Lyra girl?"
Why was it so hot in here?
"W-What?"
"Aww, is that a blush I see?"
But the AC was to the max…
"N-no, it's just really hot in here…"
"You like her! I knew it! I knew it!"
Why was that light so damn bright?
"I knew it-!"
The jerk from the car behind them in the turning lane proved so forceful, it pushed the two teens into the middle of the road ahead. Shocked, Silver glanced to his friend, hoping he was okay. But fluorescent lights that surrounded Gold's head, coming through his side of the car, made Silver freeze.
"Silver?"
The sensation of flying through the air felt almost relaxing, until the car hit the ground again, upside down.
The realization of what happened didn't occur to him until he saw the red liquid meshing with his naturally red hair.
The pain didn't hit him until the grey-eyed boy noticed that his usually talkative friend was finally quiet.