HOODIE'S POV
I stared at the scene in front of me, ready to tear up. Once again Jay had brought Tim back just before I could tell Masky something important. I am so sick of this shit. "This is hard you know" I growl without my usual stutter, coming out from hiding. Jay looked at me with shock, for he'd never heard me speak before. "Hard for you or him?" He asked with forced confidence. "Both" I reply with thought. "How has it been hard for you" he asked, frightened. "I've been trying to tell Masky something important for 2 months but you always pick the perfect time to interrupt and-" I was cut off when I had to grab a hand about to smash a rock over my head. "You know you may have different personalities but your both predictable when there are rocks around." I stated turning to face Tim. I looked deep into his eyes trying to bring Masky back. For once it worked. "H-Hoods? What happened" "M-M-Masky!" I screamed reverting back to the stuttering helpless hot mess I am. "hoods I heard what you were saying, what do you want to tell me" he asked with a small smile. "I'll t-t-tell y-you l-l-later wh-w-when J-jay decides t-to s-suck some place e-e-else" I stutter. "OK I can tell its important, your stutter has rapidly increased" he chuckled. I nod, ignoring the face that little prick Jay was making at me. I wonder how life would be if I just ended him right n- "don't even think about it" Masky said. I looked down realising I was reaching for my butterfly knife. "I-i wasn't th-th-thinking about i-it" I lied. "Bull" he declared. "M-M-Maybe I w-w-was O-OK, but w-would y-you miss h-h-him?" I asked. "Not really but if Tim were to come back, he would smoke as pain relief ruining my hot body that I try to keep in shape, or worse he might end his and my life" Masky said bitterly, at least I know he wanted him dead as much as me. I nodded and decided to drop the we are serious people act and be fun. "Wanna go home." Masky asked. "Yes but I a-am not w-walking. P-piggy back?" He looked at me with a 'are you fucking with me face'. "Really hoodie." I just nodded and reached out my arms. "You are so fucking lucky" he muttered pulling me on his back. "B-be honored y-you get to c-c-carry me" I laugh punching his head lightly. We have done this since we were kids. He wants to go some where, I refuse to walk, he realizes he has no choice and says I'm so lucky and I make a smart ass remark. He rolls his eyes but I can tell he's trying not to smile. We start walking home, unaware of the dumbfounded Jay we left behind.
