The Boys Who Cried Help (Koova & NovaHD)

12

After being left with a feeling of confusion in Central Park, James took the 2 train and threw himself on his dusty bed in the silent, broken apartment. James kept the thought of Aleks in his mind ever since that last conversation and felt the need of answers. Now, he is quickly dialing the Russian's phone number and hoping that his delinquent parents won't arrive to the household anytime soon.

"Aleks?"

"Hey James! I thought I told you to text me, but I guess a phone call is much, more better." James rolled his eyes hearing the other deepen his voice.

"You're an idiot."

"If I'm an idiot, what makes you? Weren't you the one who thought that it was illegal to kill a praying mantis?"

"Hey! My science teacher in second grade drilled that into my head, I was lied to!"

"Well, then I guess we've got the answer there. You're a wuss," Aleks says and proceeds to act like the audience for a 'Yo Mama' joke.

"Shut the hell up Aleks. Not only are you an idiot, you're also a fucking old man."

"Just because I forget things after five seconds doesn't make me an old man!"

"Yes it does."

Aleks begins to give a rant while James eyed his open, bedroom door after hearing loud voices outside the apartment. To act like he is still listening, he hums a sound of approval every time the other pauses and tip-toes his way out of his room. Once he enters the living room, he hears the locks on the doors open and immediately runs to his room, making sure that he was locked inside.

"Yea, I fucking eat soup almost all the time, but-"

"Aleks," James says quietly, "I have to go, my parents are home. I might be able to text you later."

"Alright. Peace out Jamie!"

"Bye prick."

James was the first to hang up. He felt a bit more annoyed than usual, but it didn't bother him. Not having the teen around made his life seem like utter crap before he met Jordan. Aleksandr was annoying, but it didn't make him want to stay completely away. James couldn't imagine surviving with or without Aleks. He always had a weird attachment with Aleks ever since they bonded, and he just couldn't pin point how he exactly feels for his friend.

"Richard, why the hell is your apartment always such a fucking mess? You guys got to get out of this dump and move into my building."

The loud, English accented voice roamed through the apartment, catching James' attention. He decided to stay in his room until he heard Jessica call for him. When he entered the living room again, there stood his father and Daniel.

"Hey Junior, how's it going?"

"Please don't call me that."

"Hm, you seem pretty pissy today."

"He always is. I can never seem to make him act up well."

"Ya know what? How about you come over to my place with us Junior? I'm afraid that the rats might eat you up while you're sleeping."

"He will, once he cleans up all of this shit. Your boy Dexter is home?"

"Maybe. My son is always hanging around the city. Nowadays he comes home at around four in the morning, but I don't really give a shit. As long as he isn't a dick and does his job, he can do whatever the fuck he wants."

"If only this fucker was like that. I'm suprised that I haven't had any gray hairs or a heart attack by now."

I really do hope that happens soon. My life would be perfect without you making it miserable. At this point, I'd rather have Daniel as a dad.