¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

2.9

𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢

I've never seen Melanie this scared and happy at the same time. Honestly, I wasn't sure anyone could be terrified and genuinely smiling. Maybe it was because I couldn't understand emotions that well, not that I wanted to anyway. But she was so... out of it. It looked like all her emotions broke down, and she no longer knew when and how to use them. She was a fucking mess.

At first, she was crying and yelling at everyone and anyone that came near Dylan. She wanted to call 911, which was one of the stupidest things she had ever wanted to do. We couldn't go to the hospital or call an ambulance because once dear Dylan got back to life, he would end up filing a report that would have my name after every other word. And if I get lucky, the cops would bust the place, and I won't have to put up with Mickey's shit anymore. However, luck is only on my side if I make my luck.

Then, after she stopped screaming at me for - and I quite - ''You let him fight, knowing he would get hurt. You fucking murdered him!'', basically blaming me from his birth to giving his consent to fight. When I managed to talk some sense into her little brain, she helped me get Dylan into the passenger seat. My car was too small for Dylan's unconscious body, and when I offered the best idea of the night - to shove him into the trunk and have a carpool karaoke, Melanie and I got into another fight. Somehow, we fit inside the car, but when the crying waterfall and the ''Please don't die, I love you. Open your eyes, I love you, blah, blah, blah,'' bullshit began, I started regretting not shoving myself in the trunk.

And ever since we got to Dylan's house, she stood beside him on the lovechair. Her eyes were already red, and she didn't seem finished crying. Tears kept running down her cheeks as she brushed his hair, talking to him with a broad smile on her face. Emotions were confusing. She was happy and smiling because he was alive, but then again, she was still crying.

"You're such an idiot for going inside that ring!" Melanie exclaimed, curled on the floor beside him.

I walked around the living room, glancing for something worth stealing. The place was too minimalistic, though. There was nothing just lying around, waiting for me to slide it into my pocket. Big windows covered the walls, not leaving any space for artwork. There was a fireplace, a few couches spread around, a coffee table, and a built-in mini bar. Oh, a piano, too, but I guess that I can't just throw inside my trunk.

"Shit, did he beat me that bad?" Dylan asked playfully, making Melanie scrunch her nose but chuckle anyway.

I took the joint between my fingers, turning on my heels to look at the lovely friendship. If I didn't know her, I would've said she was head over heels for him.

"Nah, you should've seen the other guy," I taunted, making Dylan burst into laughter.

"The other idiot said," Melanie rolled her eyes with a smile.

I walked closer to them, pushing my free hand in the front pocket of my jeans. Dylan quickly glanced over me before turning his attention back to Melanie. "The other idiot said," he mocked her voice before adding sounds of making out in the end.