★彡{𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬}彡★

curfew

⚠ DISCLAIMER ⚠ there is mention of weapons, violence, and blood in the second part and the 11th paragraph so yeah. read. 

TW: Weapons, blood, crying, violence

"i can drive you home." matt says. so, after little consideration, i decide to go with him. we walk upstairs from the basement, which is where micah's room is, and pass by his older sister. "you guys leaving?" she asks. "yup." matt says, grabbing the car keys from him pocket and holding open the front door. "seeya!" she yells as i close the door.

me and matt walk off the porch and down the the driveway, which is connected by the front porch with a sidewalk. i go to the passengers side and he gets into the drivers seat, turns on the engine, and looks at me. 

"i've gotta tell you something, katey," he says. "i've already told chris and nick, but you're the only person outside of my family i'm comfortable enough to tell." he looks down, fidgeting. "you can tell me anything matt." i say, looking at him sympathetically. "i think...i think that maddie is using me." he says. aw fuck.

i had never trusted matt's girlfriend, maddie, who had just recently started dating matt because of the popularity he was gaining. and the fact that she claimed to me that she could "heal" his anxiety. bold statement, dumbass. "for what?" i ask. "not that i'm doubting that that's true, it's pretty believable." he pauses. "well i just know she doesn't feel any romantic attraction to me, because she's always ignored me. i think it's for popularity." he says backing out of the driveway. "and she has never kissed me, and she's always going out and not coming back till the next afternoon." he says, monotone and quickly. 

"and everytime i'm anxious...or like sad or anything but happy, she just ignores me." he says. "i think i wanna break up with her." he says. 

"but anyways, i don't wanna ruin your night." he moves on much to fast from it, and i can tell it's still burning in the back of his mind. "how's your brother doing?" he asks. "pretty good." i say looking out the window.

we sit there for a couple seconds before matt asks, "do you know what's going on with mason and riley?" i shake my head no

just as im about to ask him, he gets a call from mason. he taps the pickup button on the car screen thingy.

"matt? matt?!" he yells. i can tell he's outside, there's wind blowing into the microphone. he must be running. "yeah? dude, are you okay?" matt asks. i stay quiet. mason shouts, "no matt!" he's hyperventilating. "no it's not okay!" 

"what happened?" matt asks. he looks at me with shock. i almost laughed, i don't even know why i thought of it, but for a second, i thought it was truth or dare again. "matt! where are you?" mason sounds like he's about to cry. "i'm-i'm driving katey home right now. mason are you okay? what's going on?"

"matt..." mason barely makes out the next part. "micah...micah just got shot." 

no. my head was spinning, the world stopped spinning. matt looked at me with fear in his eyes. mason was crying. "can you-can you c-come pick me up?" mason said. "y-y-yea-h." matt says. "i'll look at the gps or whatever." 

he looks up mason's location through his contact on his phone. i hear sirens as we near closer to where he is. mason is in shambles on a bench near the street. his jacket is lazily put over his shoulders, he's sweating profusely, his hair is matted with blood and sweat. and worst of all, he's trembling like it's negative fifty degrees outside. his face is pale as he steps into the backseat of the car.

he starts crying again. "matt, katey what if he dies? what if he dies and i didn't do anything to stop it? what am i gonna tell his parents? what am i gonna do?? how will i live on?" he's sobbing and uttering horrible things. "mason...it's not your fault..." matt soothes him. "it is! it is!! i was the one who convinced him to go to the stupid convenience store!" mason yells, getting mad at matt. "i hate this stupid city! he could've shot me, i was being obnoxious and loud, micah was quiet! it was some stupid white dude that shot him! he was just peaceful! and-and not yelling or showing off! i was! wh-why did he-" he can't even finish his sentence without bursting into tears.