Difficult Decisions

How the Hell?

Immediately when I get home, I laugh. I laugh so hard that I fall. When I'm done laughing I go and get on the laptop that I bought when moving in. I immediately click on four bookmarks. Wattpad, Youtube, Gmail, and Facebook. I click on my favorite fanfiction of Sean on Wattpad (What I Wish by Trinsepticeye), go on my 'pika tabbert' playlist (which actually exists, you can look it up if you want), and start reading. I start crying at how sad it is. I stop and think about how sad my life is. "Wow. I have a very sad life. Maybe I can watch some Sherlock. Hehe, Pengwings. Benedict, what am I to do with you." A drunken voice asks, "Who's Benedict?" I spin around. "Matthias? How the hell did you get in here?" He smiles creepily. "I have my ways." I take a step back. "Okayy, you're drunk. Let's get you to bed." "Can you sleep with me?" "Uh, If you want something to sleep with, I have over a hundred stuffed animals, some life-sized." "Oh, okay. Why do you have so many?" "No way in hell am I giving up childhood." "Okay. Where do I sleep?" "In my friends room. It's the one on the right, and there's an attached bathroom for when you throw up." He stumbles off. "How the hell? What did he do to get in? The door was locked..." I check every where in the house for a possible way in. After 30 minutes I find nothing. "Oh, the outside key?" I walk outside and check everywhere for the key. I find it under the wrong sign. "Yep. The outside key. Wait. I just told Mark that my friend liked her and left her in the house? Oh well. Bob won't let Mark do anything like that. I'll go over and invite one of them to stay over here. Mark only has so many rooms. I would want him to sleep on - ... Yeah, lets go and get him." I walk over and open their door, not caring if Mark finds it rude. I walk in on Mark getting changed. His shirt was off. "Mm, hello Mark. Where's Bob?" Mark turns around. I stare. "He's sleeping on the couch." I look up to see him smirking. "Like what you see?" I smile, shaking my head. "I can't answer that. If I do, either way I'll get yelled at by the crazy drunk lady in the room over. I found Matthias." Mark's smirk is wiped off his face. "Really? Where?" I smile, not at all happy. "In my house. He's sleeping in Georgia's bed. You can sleep at my place. I know all your rooms are taken. The couch is too. Come on, you'll get a bed all to yourself." I smile, knowing that means I'll have to sleep on the couch. "You have a spare room?" I smile wider. "Yep. It's decorated and has clothes that wouldn't fit in Georgia's room and mine. So no snooping. Come on, lets go." He slips on a shirt and follows me to my room. "Here you go. Don't mind the excessive posters of you and Sean and other YouTubers." He walks in and collapses on the bed, already asleep. "Night." I say, closing the door. I walk to a random dresser in the living room. "Heh, lucky we have extra clothes in case our rooms are unreachable." I pull out pajamas and get dressed. I lay on the couch, looking at the ceiling, thinking.

Flashback:

"My name will be Alex R Jones when I run away." I say.

"When are you going?" My only friend asks.

"This Winter. You know the lake? It leads to another far away city. If I cross it when it's frozen, I won't have to go around it when heading towards LA." I answer.

"Ah. Nice name." She says.

"Yep. I have to go on the bus! Bye!" I say, sprinting towards bus 74.

-Later that year-

"Fuck! It's so cold!" I yell, tightening the blanket and sprinting across the lake.

"It is. Where are you headed? I can drive you there!" A girl with an Australian accent yells over the wind. "I'm going to LA! It's in California!" The girl opens her passenger door. "Do you have money? Get in!" I nod, jumping in the heated car. "Okay. We're friends now. I'll drive us there if you pay for a house." I nod again, my teeth chattering.

-Flashback ends-

I sigh, tears streaming freely down my cheeks. I look at the time. 3:30 am. Two hours that I've been thinking about my runaway. "I-I-I c-can't keep this up. If anyone figures out how old I am. Or my actual name. No. She doesn't exist. You are Alex Rose Jones, age twenty-three." My heart breaks again. I silently sob on the couch until I fall asleep.

-- Time skip to morning brought to you by life --

"I didn't know she would sleep on the couch because of me!"

"Yeah, okay. Whatever. It looks like you fucking made her cry. Oh, she's waking up!"

I growl. "I've been awake." I wipe away the crust that formed around my eyes. "You didn't make me cry. I was crying because of a book on Wattpad I was reading. Mark died from an illness and said he remembers and loves the girl right before he dies." Matthias burst out laughing. "You were reading a fan fiction about me?" I nod. "Yep. They all suck. Smut, fluff, or so fucking sad. There's never one about what might happen in real life. They all have you living in an apartment too." Mark blushes. "Oh. Okay." I roll my eyes. "I forgot you don't know what the truth feels like. I'm the most truthful person you'll meet. Matthias. I saw you in the TV's reflection. You didn't hear shit last night." He nods. "Of course not. I'll get an explanation later though." I sigh, giving up. "Okay, lets go and wake up the losers who cuddled each other." We walk into Mark's house.