Glitchy (SMG34 AU)

Chapter 2: just try and hide it

3's POV—————————————————————————

I run across the buildings, past junk, fast food packets... How'd this stuff get up here? "OI! GET BACK HERE!" Oh crap. The odyssey was closing in. I cannot let them have this microchip. I jump down onto a broken red car. They don't dare jumping down. Ha. Cowards. I disappear into an alley. I take of my fedora and suit, and I stuff them into my backpack and put on my black jumper with a graffitied purple skull on the back. I come out of the alley, and I see him. Claudio, in his dark blue Bugatti. Damn, that kid finally got his dream car. "You like it?" He teases, "Guess all those part time jobs paid off.". "Well, as long as you didn't steal it, that's my job." I said opening the car door and getting in before me and Claudio drove off. Far, far away from the odyssey.

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I pop a tic-tac into my mouth and put on my headphones.

He starts listening to this:

I dunno why. I may have sloppy taste in music, but after two back-to-back successful sabotages, I deserve the right to choose if I can listen to crappy music or not.~

I get off my bed and into the living room (don't have to walk so much since it's so cramped.) and start jamming to the beat I play next. (He plays rock music or something.) I look up see Claudio staring at me.

"What?" I say as I take off the headphones and look around to see the state of the living room. 

(Okay i made a picture for this moment but wattpad won't let me post it so...use ur imagination! (I'm so cringe-)

Oops. How long did I have that song on replay?... "Boss, this is the FIFTH time you've done this!" He yells. "wait. Five times? Then, who cleaned it up?" "I DID!" He yells with his poison in his throat. "Oh crap. Claud, I'm so so- ""Sir, I think it's time we have a talk." Oh no. NononononononononononononononononononononononononononononoNONONONONONONONONONNO!

Every time we have a 'talk' it always ends bad. Very bad. For either one of us. "Dude, I'm fi- ""No," he starts, "I don't care what you say, I certainly won't take no as an answer." Great. I had nowhere left to run. I took a seat on the couch, Claudio sitting in front of me. "Boss, I know how... 'interesting' your lifestyle is." His mouth said interesting, but his eyes screamed psychotic. "And?..." "But things are getting to overboard now." I know, I know. I know what he's gonna say. 'Try therapy.' Or 'talking to someone you trust.' Just the same conversations ending with the same useless morals. "Yeah, yeah... (he says this part like some fan girl. Why? I dunno.) aNyWayS! I'mMa Go To BeD nOw. NIGHT!" I say standing up leaving to got to my bedroom. "Boss, it morning." Claudio says, pulling the curtain. "AHHHHHHH! NOT THE SUN!"

"Boss, you can't stay up all night, dressed like a goth, listening to heavy metal and eat a bunch of mints!" "Yes I can!" I excuse. "WHY?" He says. "Coz... I'M batman."

"No, you are not Batman, and you are not okay!" Claudio says, breaking all my childhood dreams at once.

"I'm F I N E, you need to stop asking me that." I say, starting to feel annoyed. "No, something on your mind...or...someone." I freeze. No. Not him. How did he find out it was him. "We don't talk about him." I say, not turning to show the million emotions on my face. "You saw him, didn't you? You saw him having another 'panic attack'. And yet, you still think it's still your fault, even after all these years." This man is good. Too good. "What's wrong with assuming that? The only time he has these panic attacks if thinks about me or any other memory with me." I flash to the moment back at the bar. The tears. The blood. The screams. It still feels so recent. Even after 3 years... 3 years feels like 3 seconds. "He hates me, Claud. What's the point of me talking to him?" I say sorting, trying not to let the tears take over my voice. My mind was racing. My knees felt like they were gonna collapse.