AN: So, here's Ch 2. All prior disclaimers are in effect and we start this chapter in a town called Sporks (you can thank Stephanie Meyor for towns named after utensils XD)
Ch. 2 Sporks
Erak's POV:
Pizza Shack. Great pizza for only $10 and plenty of people to listen to. Like my friends, for instance.
"…And out of nowhere he glomps me!" Jason shouts. Jason is pretty much the one who comes up with things to do when no one else will decide. Like coming to Pizza Shack today. Punk style clothes, short-sleeve shirt, vest over top, chains on his pants, leather wristbands and plenty of jewelry to compliment the outfit. White hair with black tips help to add to his punk look.
"Jason," starts Katie, the level headed one and only girl at the table, "if you didn't criticize him-"
Jason quickly cuts her off. "Who was criticizing! I just don't see what it is about guys that attracts him!"
"Dude, it's 'cuz guys have so much more to offer." Adrian, the guy who we've been talking about, cuts in. Obviously gay, even though his clothes don't necessarily show it. Glasses, thin as sin, but far from having an eating disorder, a brown and blue polo-shirt, the only pair of girls pants he owns, and a simple worn-out brown belt. Trimmed hair that he styles messy, a class ring, and a brown bracelet coupled with a breast-cancer one finish his out-for-fun-with-friends outfit.
"Ugh, I just lost my appetite…" Jason mutters not so quietly, pushing away his meal.
"Cool! Lemme finish it! I love Meat Lovers." Adrian says, already reaching for Jason's plate.
"Hey, guys. What'd I miss?" This one's Aden, nothing about him really stands out. Spiky hair, and an open button-up short-sleeve over an undershirt and jeans. Like I said, nothing too special.
"Everything, as per usual." Lenic states matter-of-factly, as he always speaks. Long hair, glasses, long-sleeve shirt, and the grand thing about him isn't his intelligence it's how he uses it coupled with his cool, not cold, personality.
"Be nice, Lenic. Jason was just complaining about Adrian, again." Says the last member at the table, Kason. Kason used to be giggly and bubbly, always wearing a grin that stretched up to his ears, but that was before the army. Now, Kason is somber and mellow, and now when, if, he smiles it's pained. Every time he talks, which isn't often anymore, I hear "21 Guns" by Green Day playing just for him.
"Same story? That was two months ago!" Aden spits out, exasperatedly.
"And, yet, you keep skipping out on the story. How do you manage to evade these situations?" Lenic drones, coolly.
"Perhaps it's the ice cream?" Katie says, clearly, through a mouthful of Meat Lovers Pizza.
Everyone looks to Aden, just now realizing that he has an ice cream cone in his hand.
"What? Y-you know Pizza Shack lets people bring in ice cream from the Corner Scoop next door…"
"TO THE CORNER SCOOP!" Jason shouts as he slams his hand on the table. With nothing better to do no one objects asides from Adrian, who half-heartedly argues because he wants to finish eating everyone's pizza. The call of ice cream was too much for the twink so he followed along, trailing behind the rest of the gang.
Much later I headed home with Kason, my roommate, silent as usual. Sometimes I worry but I know better than to push or pull any of my friends. Adrian has that covered, he knows more about each individual than he lets on and I know for a fact he knows what happened that changed Kason. He keeps the secret because, as he says, "It's not his place to say." And I can totally respect that.
Kason still wears his mullet that reminds Adrian and Katie of Demyx off of Kingdom Hearts, he still doesn't buy clothes until what he has is too ratty to be called clothing, and he still scratches his elbow when he's deep in thought (which he does almost constantly now). Even though he still looks and acts the same I can't help but worry about my best-friend.
"Erak?" I startle as Kason initiates a conversation, something he never does anymore. "I want to go to the cemetery, would you come with me?" I agree hastily, he's never invited anyone to the cemetery asides from Adrian. Not like I could say no to the man, but that's beside the point.
The cemetery is 2 miles away from our apartment and it's the darkest of the night by the time we reach it, and another thirty minutes after entering the cemetery we finally reach his destination, a pewter headstone that I couldn't read in the dark and could barely see in the first place.
We stood there for what felt like hours, just…standing. Kason's arms were stiff by his sides so he wasn't even thinking. It worried me to the point that I couldn't stand to stand by my friend any longer. I mumbled to him that I'd wander for a bit and to have him call me when he's ready to go. I don't think he heard me but by this time I don't think he'd have paid any mind to me if I had slugged him in the face.
After walking for what felt like another hour I looked at my phone. It wasn't even one in the morning yet. I cursed my lack of sense-of-time and realized it must have been only a few minutes before I left Kason. I had to go back, but…how do I get back? I tried to retrace my steps and failed. I continued walking, thinking that, sooner or later, I'd reach a fence and I'd just follow that out of the cemetery. Preferably sooner than later.
I kept checking my phone, 1:23, 1:47, 2:10, 2:46, 3:13…I still haven't heard from Kason and there was no sign of a fence. As I went to check my phone again I tripped on something hard and fell further than I should have, into a pit. Once I hit I heard "OOF!" and realized I must've fell into a grave. But…dead people don't say "oof"…do they?
AN: well, I finally have Ch. 2 up. Tell me what u think. Did I spend too much time on Kason? Credit for Jason, Lenic, and Aden go to my friend Katie (yes the one in the story) and credit for Erak and Kason go to me, Adrian (yes the one in the story). I hope the wait didn't disappoint and I hope you can wait for Ch. 3 'cuz I update very slowly. I think it's been a year at least? –anime sweat drop- yeah, don't get your hopes up…
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