You will always be my best friend.

Cody's POV

I sat on the cosy sofa listening to the relaxing metronomic sound of the clock. Looking at the fireplace, admiring how clean my mother kept the house, something I hadn't noticed before.
A worldwide pandemic? That sounds so absurd, how can something like that happen overnight?

Or was it a long term thing?

Fuck.

The clock brought me back to reality with its soothing sound.
I thought about Alex, a lot.

It's so strange how he knows everything about me yet I don't even know his mother, or where he lives or who his father was.
No, actually, he talks about his brother, Frankie, a lot. He tells me constantly that he wishes he was him; he talks about him like he's an idol, a god.

Tick tock...

I leant back and played with my red hair. I need to re-dye it soon, Alex normally does that for me. Bright red, like a fucking tomat-

Shit.

Mr. Williams still has my phone.

Fuck fuck fuck... Okay, it's not like I needed it anyway. Yeah. I'm so antisocial as it is. Yeah, I don't need that thing.

But what about those photos of me and mum? And of me and dad?

Tick to-

The clock stopped.
It was still plugged in, why did it stop?

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!" I heard Alex shriek.

I jumped to my feet and raced to the bathroom and tried to open the door.

"Alex, what the fuck? Are you okay?!" I shouted, banging on the locked door.

"Fuck! Don't come in!!" He panicked. "The water just went freezing cold!" He added.

There's no more water. Or electricity, that's why the clock stopped, you moron.
I mentally kicked myself in the face.
"Water's gone mate, so has electricity. Sorry." I trekked back to the uncomfortable silence in the living room. No sound to be heard.

Alex's POV.

Holy shit, that was close.

I quickly wrapped myself into a fluffy towel and towel dried my hair. I have to be more careful.

After drying, I got dressed into one of Cody's flannel shirts that was far too oversized for my petite body. Glancing in the mirror at my face and torso, I sighed.

My ripped skinny jeans hugged my legs as I walked to Cody's dimmly lit room. I looked at his old My Chemical Romance posters on the wall and smiled as I remembered when we went to one of their concerts.
The atmosphere of it all felt amazing, the singer had so much energy. They all performed perfectly.

He was desvastated when they broke up.

I grabbed an old bag of Cody's and began shoving my clothes and sleeping bag into it. I didn't need much; just some clothes, something to sleep on and a toothbrush.

I assumed Cody did the same, but he is a bit of a hoarder so I can't imagine how heavy his bag is right now.

Well, we leave tomorrow morning. This will be fun.