It had all started 6 weeks ago.
The house was silent and disturbing as usual, but for some reason I couldn't sleep my phone told me it was two o'clock in the morning, and my body said "I don't give a shit, I'm gonna act like I'm hopped up on caffeine and cigarettes.
So I pulled on jeans, converse, a sweatshirt and my signature blue chullo. It was time for a walk I decided ignoring my hazy vision as I slipped out my window onto a branch of a nearby tree. I hate people, their such idiots, I mean if you don't want your moody teenager to leave your house (because I made no effort to be sneaky) then don't make it so goddamn easy.
I climbed down the tree landing on the icy cement in a smack. I flexed my toes in my beaten up shoes to keep them from going completely numb. Pulling out a smoke and walking down the middle of the pitch black street (which now that I look back on it was completely and utterly stupid of me) I was lost in my own world. Fortunately not lost enough to try ( and fail) to dodge the 40 mph bike racing towards me.
We tumbled in a heap of metal and flesh, and I smaked my head right against the icy tar. "Fuck man, I'm sorry, didn't see ya there" he started laughing a bit, not upset at all, obviously not seeing the state that I was in "wait…Tucker?" the smile melted off his face into a concerned frown, eyebrows knit together.
"Fuck." Is all he managed to get out before everything went black.
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I awoke in a hard bed, fluorescent white light poured into my squinty eyes "What the fuck?" I managed through a dry, raspy voice. "Hey there sunshine" Kenny motherfucking McCormick, that bastard! "Fuck you, what happened?".
I only know noticed the nurse standing, rather annoyed by Kenny, on the opposite side of the room "Hello dear, nice to see that you have finally waken up, your friend here said that you to had run into each other and brought you here for your head injuries" uhhh fuck him.
"How long have I been out?" the words dripped out of my mouth "Oh, he brought you here on Monday morning and its twelve noon on Tuesday" she stated matter of factly before another nurse popped in whispering something in her ear and they both made a hasty exit.
"Fuck you, why are you still here?" I said in my regular monotone voice. "Well I didn't want to leave you here, especially since your parents didn't stop by, oh and here's your hat" he set it down on the bedside table, where I had to make an effort to grab in with that annoying ass IV in my arm. I pulled it over my head and started to play with the strings.
My parents never came by.
They don't care.
Kenny stayed.
What if he gets hurt and nobody comes for him?
"I promise…" what the fuck am I doing! "That if I ever cause you to get hurt like you did to me.." this gets a smirk out of him, but he doesn't speak " that I'll be there for you". He looked stunned at the last part, "ok" he said finally finding his voice. Even with the smirk on his face, behind his eyes was a weird kind of…dare I say sadness, something that too this day I still don't understand.
After that I guess we just grew closer after that, and one thing led to another, to us laying on my bed, naked, smelling like sex and weed with come on our stomachs.
So ya, I kept my promise, but It's too bad that I ever had to fulfill it.
I never meant for it to happen this way, It was just supposed to be a joke, but then, drugs are never a joke.