Axel
"I didn't do anything, dad, they're trying to frame me," I sigh, sitting slumped at the kitchen table. I'm especially pouty since now Brianna's home, and I can't talk to Phoenix through her. He had her text me that his phone died earlier today. Now I'm just being interrogated.
"You---son---you usually do things."
"Well this time I didn't," I say.
"He actually didn't do that. I've been with him all day," Brianna says.
"Well you're lucky you got home before the police got here. My lawyers are handling it—for now. But you need to keep your head down—Axel are you even listening?" my father sighs.
"Yes—head down, got it. Won't do anything dramatic," I say, texting Phoenix a million heart emojis for when his phone comes back up. An automated message replies 'this number is no longer in service'.
"What----you said his phone died," I say, turning to Brianna.
"It did---I mean he said it wasn't working he thought his parents forgot to pay the bill," she says, "Same thing."
"Not same thing, I have to go buy him a phone now, I need to talk to him," I get up.
"I've been relaying your messages all day nobody NEEDS to send someone bad haiku and a stupid amount of emojis."
"You're doing nothing of the kind, you cannot leave this house," my father says, pushing me back down in my chair, "I think you can handle not talking to your friend for one night."
"I---may not survive it," I say, dramatically, "Bri, did he say if he was coming over?"
"He thought he was going to go home, what with the trouble with the police," Brianna says, "As in, I told him to go home and not get incriminated any more than he already is he has a criminal record, Ax, they could try to nail him."
"Yes, but you're forgetting something."
"What?"
"I need him with me at all times."
"You will be perfectly fine. Now go—do whatever it is you do locked in your room—,"
"That's text Phoenix and his phone isn't working," I growl.
"Then watch TV, do something, do anything, so long as it isn't violent, and won't get you in anymore trouble. We are going to get through a day without you committing or nearly committing a violent crime," my father sighs.
"Ah, don't hold your breath."
"What was that?"
"I said okay."
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