ME: Now, I know they all live in Domino City, but in this chapter I refer to it as a town. It just seems to fit better.
Chapter 5
The sun was setting over the horizon, making the surface of the river light pink and orange colours. Just along the edge of the water, up on land, two boys sat under a pretty oak tree; Marik and Ryou. They had their pants rolled up to their knees and their lower half of their legs in the water. Ryou looked apon the horizon, watching as the sun set, little by little. Marik put his hand on Ryou's as they sat along the river bank. Ryou's gaze slid to where his hand lay, the other boy's ontop. He blushed a light red.
Marik laughed. "You blush almost as much as I do."
As the two began a little bit of a conversation, another boy ran over towards them. The blonde boy got closer, his sleeves rolled up to elbow length. Marik leened in a little towards Ryou; and he did the same. The two's lips were only an inch apart when the blonde boy skitted to a stop beside them.
"Does either of you have a phone?" The blonde boy asked in a hurry, completely out of breath.
"Joey!" The two boys exlaimed at once.
"What are you doing here? What's going on?" Ryou asked, concerned.
"The old building at the end of town is on fire! We need someone with a phone! Quick!" Joey yelled.
The three boys rushed over to the building. The river and the building were at the end of town, and there was usualy almost no one around there. Mainly because there weren't any houses or stores. It was the only part of the city that looked more country-like. There was lots of grass and trees. But there was this one building that was shut down a long time ago. No one really owns it or uses it.
"What?" Ryou asked when they arrived there. "The building's not on fire..."
But when Ryou turned around, his friends were gone. He turned and looked in every direction, but the other boys were no where in site.
Mean while...
Joey dragged Marik along, pulling on his arm. The two ran back towards town. Marik tried to break free from Joey's grip, but although Marik was something to look at, he wasn't very strong.
"What are you doing?" Marik hissed.
"You don't belong with him! You belong with me! I'm the one you want!" Joey said, pinning Marik against a tree.
"Don't tell me what I want! Who are you, my mother?" Marik struggled.
"No, because your mother died when you were born, which made you the insecure, naive boy you are today!" Joey bitched.
"What the heck does that mean?" Marik spat, finaly escaping Joey's clutches, falling on the grass. "On second thought, I don't want to know."
"Are you sure, because that would mean I would get to spend more time with y-"
"Yes! I'm definitly sure!" Marik stumbled getting up.
"Are you sure you're sure?" Joey said annoyingly.
"Seriously, Joey?"
"Well, what else was I going to say?"
" I don't know," Marik stepped back a little. "but hopefully you can figure that out," Marik began to sprint away. "as I get the Hell out of here!"
That night...
Marik logged into Facebook. He was glad to see that Ryou was on, so at least he could explain to him what happened without having to deal with Joey. Or so he thought.
*Hey.
What happened to you! You totaly ditched me!
*It wasn't my fault! Joey forced me!
Dude, you really have got to eat more, or something! How weak are you?
*-sigh- Hey, you're not so tough yourself! In gym class, you couldn't even lift Stacey Lawrence, the anerexic five-footer!
Oh shut up...
*Oooh, what a come-back!
-glare- whatever, I'm going to bed.
*Are we cool?
Ya, I guess...But you don't like Joey, do you?
*No, of course not!
The two logged out of Facebook.
Marik closed his laptop and left it on the kitchen table. He walked over to fridge and said aloud, "Why would I like Joey?" He wasn't asking anyone in particular, just simply speaking to himself.
"What's wrong with me?"
Marik jumped at the sound of the voice, dropping the glass he had been holding. The glass shattered and shards scattered across the floor. Marik looked up and there was Joey, leening on the window sil from outside the house. The window was open, letting a cool, night breeze.
"Joey?" Marik hesitated for a moment. "What the Hell are you doing here?"
"I don't know." Joey shrugged.
"What do you mean you don't know? Who else would know!"
"Well, I was bored and-"
Marik cut him off, "And since I made it perfectly clear that I didn't want you around, you decided to come to my house in the middle of the night, acting like a stalker!"
Joey rolled his eyes. "Of course not! Do I look like a stalker to you? Exactly!"
Marik sighed in frustration, and slammed the window in Joey's face. He walked upstairs to his room and locked the door behind him. Marik climbed into bed and began to slowly fall asleep.
Five minutes later, the bedroom window slid open.
"Hey, mind if I join you?" Joey asked cheerfuly.
Marik flinched, shocked, and fell out of bed. "Joey, what the Hell? Where did you get that ladder?"
Joey leened in the window frame. "Your garage."
ME: I remember writing the begining and Joey's lines reminded me of the song "You belong With Me" by Taylor Swift, but a little more...stalker-like. XD