I woke up to live another day. Luckily, it was Friday so my pain and suffering would soon lead to a break then right back to it. I look at my pile of dirty clothes on the ground. I sighed and got up to clean up. I ran across the pants I wore with the address. I let out the biggest sigh. I took the paper out and put it in my pocket. Maybe Gregory is right. I haven't had any fun whatsoever in months. I had some cereal for breakfast, a very unhealthy cereal... Sugary and no good for anyone but... whatever. I put the address in my pocket for later that night.
I went into work, everyone seemed happier than usual. By everyone... I mean... The two other workers, Malik and Katy. "Heyy guys." I greeted them.
"Hey, dude." Malik replied, "What's up" Katy followed. Right then and there, I realized something. At that party... I was going to know absolutely nobody but Gregory... I needed more people to accompany me so I don't look like a complete loser. I slowly got the idea... "Hey, Malik, Katy, do you guys like to party?"
"Party, really? Bruh, our ages don't even have 'teen' in them anymore. It's not very mature, either."
I looked at Malik, "Hey, It's not going to the party that's immature, It's what HAPPENS at the party that's immature. And to explain it quickly, do you remember that nut case that stole the black cat the other day?" Malik groaned, "Yes, dude, I remember him. What about 'em?"
"I used to know him, high school, he's stupid. But NOT my friend anymore. I don't have any friends and I'd like to keep it that way, BUT, he invited me to a party, and I decided to go, cause, like, free alcohol, am I right?" Malik just squinted, "That's why you wanna go? And, I thought we were JUST becoming friends." I shook my head, "Nope, never. Anyway, I didn't wanna show up looking like a loser and making it obvious I'm just there for the party favors that get you fucked up, so, I was wondering if you and Kit Kat wanted to come."
"Dude, no, especially since it was THAT dude that invited you? You're gonna leave that party with an elicit addiction or something..."
"Malik...that's not a drug..." I raised my eyebrow.
Katy turned her head slowly, "Don't call me Kit Kat ever again, but, I'm in. Too broke to get drunk so... Gives me a chance there."
Malik agreed after hearing Katy, "Yes, that's an amazing idea, Katy, I'll be there as well."
I smiled, "See, now, that's the spirit, guys. I'll send the address in the unnecessary group chat we have together called 'Escape Beyonce Map Plan', also, thank you Beyonce for this moment in our lives."
Malik whispered to Katy, "He saved us..."
"Okay, everyone! So then It's settled, I'll see you guys at the party."At The Party
I decided to wear my western outfit. It was pretty hot, but at the same time, how? The country I lived in always snowed almost every season.... I saw Katy and Malik walk in. Damn, did they clean up well! Malik wore an undershirt with t-shirt on top and some jeans, with juggalo makeup... I could have never guessed he was a juggalo..! While Katy wore her goth makeup and a black dress with a tightly laced corset as well as some platform boots.Katy groaned, "Reallyyy, Stanley!? You wore that western twink alternative outfit!? Goddd, you're making us look badddd!!!"
I rolled my eyes, "It's making nobody look bad. We just look like we're in a group so then we don't look like fucking losers." Malik chuckled, "Sure is making you look bad."
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" I yelled. Katy laughed with Malik. "You look like a bad Arthur Morgan wannabe..." Katy laughed. I just ignored it and decided to pick up on some alcohol.
I started getting so drunk--and emotional. I watched all the people walk by with their friend groups and their partners... Tears started to well up in my eyes. I was so... alone. I had nobody to love me like that and I didn't have friends. I came here with my co-workers to make it seem like I wasn't alone when the truth is, I was one of the most loneliest people ever. I didn't even have a roommate yet. I truly had no one. And the realization didn't even hit me until that day.
I got up and started searching for Gregory. My one and only true friend. He never left me out. He never made me feel lonely. I couldn't believe I was so mean to him even though he just wanted to be my friend again...
The world was spinning--I swear. I was barely able to move.
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Guy From Nowhere
Fiction généraleStanley Zenith, a 20 year old still in high school, and most definitely not proud of it. In a world where sorcery takes place, and him having a power within it, he doesn't truly know who he is or who he wants to become. I just came to realize most p...