Mascara Decade (Around The Angels Wings)

Chapter five: 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭

Zack knocked on the door, waiting for it to open. He heard nobody was home at the time, which he sighed deeply as he leaned against the door frame, remembering the past.

Oh, when he was an eighteen year old man in Irvine county. Inside out was just formed, hadn't made a single, they were just getting started until that skinhead showed up.

He was one to two years older than him, he was bald, taller than 5 '10", and a huge asshole wearing the most popular punk outfits during that time.

He told him that he loved him, he wanted to be with him, but he lied all the time. He was nothing more than a worthless piece of gunk that spent its days rotting away.

He just kept remembering the moment of the skinhead standing over him, laughing at him with his two other bald headed idiots. His face was red with rage but chose to leave the house, slamming the door shut and just kept walking, hugging himself as he headed over to Tim's house.

He remembered Tim scaring him because he was behind him, as he turned to face him, he saw his smile. That damn joyful, bright smile of his made him feel a bit better.

The positive twenty year old was the only friend he could trust and make sure he was feeling okay.

*Knock!* *Knock!*

"Zachary! Grizzly man!" Zack jumped up in shock as he glanced over and saw Tim and Brad standing right next to him. "Wooo, I scared you!" The man chuckled happily as he was knocked on the shoulder by Brad "come on, let's just go..The red dead grandma is gonna curse us if we don't.".

"Ah! I'm coming, jeez..I thought you guys left!" The man tried to calm his heartbeat by sighing. "No, ugh..Zackary, why would we leave you here with that mean Skinhead that's like left next door to us?" Tim rolled his eyes, clearly offended. Zack immediately felt his heart dropped as he slowly glanced over at his childhood friend.

"W-Who is living next us..Timothy?" He asked as he felt his blood becoming cold.