All around the world

3. Night turning

TW: blood, suicide
I know this kind of 'spoils the fun' but I think it's important to give a warning about those kind of things.

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Laughing together, they were walking home.

To Zeke's surprise, Charles almost instantly packed up his stuff.

"What are you thinking about right now?", Charles asked, as they were a outside walking

"My guitar."

"You're such an idiot. I know what we are doing tonight, come on!"
He pulled him after him into another club.
But that club was totally different. It had one of these instrument-music-karaoke-activities for free use.

"Let's sing."

"Now you've got my attention!", Zeke answered, walked to the front and grabbed one of the black guitars that was standing next to the microphone.
He started playing american idiot by green day and Charles soon joined him with singing.

"Come on, another song!"
"Char, let's take a break", Zeke said while gasping for air.
"Oh don't tell me the jumping around and singing and screaming exhausted you", Charles said knowingly.

"Let's go home, soon, I'm so done for today."
"Alright. Hey we should be in a band! What do you say? I've already got a name for us too", Charles said while Ezekiel sat down to catch his breath.

"Broken souls", he said and gestured with his hands. Zeke rose an eyebrow.
"Broken souls? Really?"
"Why not? It fits doesn't it?"
"We're not broken souls, Char, your father is just crap and I'm fine."

"You're fine indeed", Char said and did a lip bite.
"Not like that."
"Whatever. I thought it was a nice name."

On their way back home, neither said a word.
Ezekiel was too tired and Charles didn't know what to talk about.
So they just kept silent, until they were standing back at Zeke's house andhe was unlocking the front door.
"Thanks for letting me crash by the way", Charles said.

"No worries. You already live here anyway. I found your toothbrush in my bathroom and your hair on my comb", Zeke responded.

"Charles Brown."
"Shit, it's my dad, Zeke, hurry!"
Ezekiel opened the door and pulled Charles inside and closed the door right before his dad's face.

The boys could hear him knocking and hammering on the front door.
"Damn, your old one won't stop bothering, will he?"
"Charlie!"
"Go to bed!", Charles yelled back.
"Let's go to your room, I've got no business with him", he said to Zeke, leaving him standing in the hall.

"U good?", Ezekiel asked, entering his room, closing the door behind him.
"Fine."
"Alright, if you say so. Let's sleep."

He grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, same as the blanket.

"You're a douchebag", Charles said.
"Bless you, asshole."

The younger made Zeke's couch comfortable and laid down on it.
"Night."
"Night."

Two hours later, Ezekiel woke up because something was pulling his blanket.
"Zeke. There's lights on at home. I think I'll go over there. Just to see if everything's okay."

"Want me to join?"

"Would you?"

"Of course, let's go."

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"Careful, watch your step", Charles whispered.
"I've been here before, you know-"
"Shh!"
"Okay okay sorry! I'll look upstairs, you look here?"
"Deal. And be quiet."