The Gaping Dickhole of Life

Against All Odds

Quick content warning!

CW: Suicide, Sexual assault.

"So take a look at me nowww." Trey sobbed as he repeated the same Phil Collins song for the third time in a row, laying in bed, cuddled up with Matt's hoodie and laying on Matt's designated side of the bed.

"You're such a fucking asshole Phil Collins!" Trey shouted at his stereo player before inhaling Matt's hoodie and closing his eyes tightly, imagining he was there with him. Matt being away was slowly killing him, he hadn't ate, slept or even began to make a new South Park episode, especially not, considering his partner in crime was out of the picture in his home town.

He'd spent the past week wallowing in self pity, thinking about all his lies and the look on Matt's face when he found out. But those thoughts were interrupted by Bob Odenkirk sending Trey a few text messages, checking up on him.

Bob

Hey Trey, just shooting a text to check up on you.

I heard about Matt ditching after you told him the news., that sucks.

Need a buddy? Im free right now to drop into your place for a while.

Trey sniffled and wiped his eyes as he read the text messages that popped up on his phone screen as he debated on replying to them or not. It was day number eight of Matt being gone and things weren't going to get better. Maybe he did need to talk to someone, maybe Bob could knock some sense into him.

Bob

Hey Trey, just shooting a text to check up on you.

I heard about Matt ditching after you told him the news., that sucks.

Need a buddy? Im free right now to drop into your place for a while.

Yeah sure, just come on inside, the doors unlocked.

Sweet! See you soon.

Trey got out of the bed for the first time this week. Jasmine had been visiting, making sure he was okay so he hadn't bothered to leave the bed since everything was being done for him. He threw on Matt's hoodie and a pair of sweat pants before trying to make himself look presentable, which was really him just running a comb through his hair.

Not long after, Trey was sat in the living room with a glass of water and the tv playing softly in the background as the Phil Collins song, 'Against All Odds' blasted from upstairs. The front door opened and Bob made his way to the living room where he saw Trey.

"Why do you have Phil Collins blasting all over your house? I thought you hated that guy." Bob questioned as he took a seat on the sofa and faced Trey.

"I'm wallowing in self pity. Can't you tell?" Trey sighed as he sipped his water, "I've hit rock bottom, Phil Collins is rock bottom."

"No offence, but you look like absolute shit." Bob stated as he looked at Trey who was sleep deprived and most importantly, shower deprived.

Trey rolled his eyes, "Gee, thanks best friend." He mocked while turning his attention to the tv that was broadcasting the daily news. "Do people know?" He asked.