You Can't Escape (Purple Guy/ Vincent's past book 2)

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PG got up and stood at the foot of the coffee table.

"No problem, heh. The others got you presents, too y'know." He said, heading toward the second bedroom to get the other presents.

"What? You mean that Mike got me a present, too?" I asked.

"Yeah....but it's weird. At least he even got you a present." He replied, coming out with 3 other gifts.

I looked at the presents and thought for a moment.

Most of the people giving me these presents go to my school and don't even care that I'm pretty much insane.

And PG....I can't be thankful enough for a friend like him. He's amazing, and he doesn't care that I'm....well....me.

He set them down on the table and passed me one.

"Here you go," he said.

I unwrapped it and looked inside excitedly.

It was from Fritz, and he'd gotten me an iPod with a note saying,

"I got this for me at first, but after all the times I remembered that you helped me, this was the least I could do for you. Thanks for being my friend, and happy birthday!"

I picked it up out of the box and looked at it carefully.

It was new and right out of the box, it had a black cover and a shiny untouched screen.

The next one was from Jeremy, and this kid got me a sweater. A purple sweater.

It was too big for me, so my hands were covered by the sleeves, and my pants were covered too.

It was pretty itchy, and PG mentioned I looked like a baby when I wore it.

The last one was from, of course, Mike.

I hesitantly picked it up and started opening it.

It was some toilet paper and Clorox wipes.

PG went bizerk laughing, and started saying,

"Let's go clean the bathroom Vincent!" He would always say it jokingly.

I laughed too, thinking Mike actually even got him a present.

I smiled and put all the gifts down, staring at them all.

"I never knew I could actually have friends again," I said, chuckling.

PG smiled. He knew I was happy, and was happy too.