They Both Die At the End

#8 ❀ Paranoid

George drops his phone the moment the call hangs up. I go over to him. He looks up to me.

"What the hell do I do? I can't take care of his dog. I can't take care of Dream for gods sake plus who the hell im I supposed to introduce him to when he comes back? I can't stop making jokes at the worst times and I can't be not lost like he tells me to do so. All I've known since the end of middle school is drinking and treating people horribly."

Tears start to drop from his eyes. Out of all the people I thought I would never see cry, two out of three are doing it right in front of me. One in my brothers arms and the other that's supposed to be in my care. At least that's how I imagined it. I hug George. He pushes me off.

"Don't fucking hug me," it sounded like he meant to sound angry but all I heard was sadness.

I hug him again. This time he gives in.

"I can promise you i'll be here as long as you need me to be."

"Thanks."

I let go of him and he wipes his face with his sleeve. I get up from the couch.

"Come make dinner with me."

He smiles, grateful, then gets up and follows after me.

Tommy pov:

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

The actual definition of that quote isn't true for me. For me it shows that the title "friend" and "enemy" don't really describe a person. At the end your actual friend may actually be the person you consider your enemy and your friend may secretly be the enemy. I wasn't sure if the person I'm currently holding is my enemy or friend but all I know is that I'm not gonna be the villian in their story. I rather be the nice friend that happened to be there.

"Eh I'm good now," he tells me, pushing himself off me. You probably wouldn't be able to tell he was crying if it wasn't for his puffy face.

"George really meant it when he said you're the definition of mood swings," I laugh.

He laughs too.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks.

"Sure."

"Umm how do I treat you? Like when I'm drunk."

I hold my tongue. What was I supposed to do? I can't lie to him. Neither can I keep it from him if he's trying not to be the person he was maybe just a few days before. He has to know who he was to become someone else. Yet it's so traumatic for me to speak about it.

"Stick around long enough and then maybe I'll tell you."

"That's so much workkkkk," he groans.

"What? We're you not planning to stay to begin with?"

"What? NOO THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!"

I laugh.

"I know what you meant. Let's go see what George and Tubbo are doing."

"Okay, race you too it."

"HEY!"

He fell getting off the couch than ran before I could follow. I take a deep breath and follow along the same path. Wondering what I'm getting myself into.

4:00pm Thursday

They weren't at school today. Tubbo told me to not worry. I'm clearly currently not listening to him. Im laying on the bed that is now supposedly mine. Boo right beside me. Thinking.