A Can of Coke

Parcel 9 part 1

Crickett

John B is fine. He's okay. He got to the hospital and he's okay. 

At least that what I was trying to convince myself at 3am. 

I couldn't get his limp body out of my head. 

He could've died! He could've died and I would've lost him knowing the last thing I did to him was be petty. I wasn't the best friend I promised him to be. 

Feeling restless and panicky, I found myself walking to Figure Eight and toward John B.

Ward Cameron offered to foster him after the terrifying fall, so he was staying there.

I bet he was thrilled to be under the same roof as Sarah. He was probably happy. He didn't need me anymore. 

Why was that so hard for me to understand?

As I kept trucking my way to Kook city, I continued trying to process my feelings.

I didn't like him anymore, I was very sure of that. 

But why did I feel this way? Why did I feel so wigged out? Why was I going to see him with no game plan in mind?

Maybe a part of me thought I was getting replaced. 

I wish I was the one who could've cried over John B's body last night--not her. Not Sarah. 

We kept claiming we were best friends, but what did we have to show of it? 

I guess he did come to me after he kissed Sarah and didn't tell anyone else, but he also made fun of me when I opened up about JJ. 

I just couldn't read him anymore. 

After what felt like too long, I finally made it to the Cameron's front porch. 

The home was huge and towered over me like the terrified cricket I was.

What was I doing? It's not like I was just gonna knock on their door at 3 am. And breaking in definitely wasn't an option because I didn't want to get arrested. 

Maybe I could throw a stone at his window? But I had no idea which room was his. 

Stupid Agatha-- I'd give anything to just use my phone right now. 

I continued to pace at their door step until I saw a staggering figure in the distance. 

An irrational part of me thought it was a zombie, but as it got closer I realized it was something much worst: Rafe Cameron. 

My heart rate increased as I realized he was walking right towards me. 

He looked like he was on a bad trip, which caused me to panic even more. 

I tried to think of an escape route, but before I could chill out enough to form an actual thought, he started talking to me. 

"Stupid Billy, who does he think he is? I'm Rafe Cameron. Rafe fucking Cameron. He doesn't get to beat the shit out of me, I beat the shit out of him!" His forehead and hair was drenched in sweat and he staggered like one side of him was walking faster than the other. 

"What're you doing here! This is MY house!" He looked dead at me and started walking even more aggressively. 

I was too afraid to say anything. 

I tried to take off running, but he anticipated this and stopped me with a strength I did not realize he had. 

"Where're you going, little bug?"