Paranoid Park (boyxboy)

Walk Away

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(Mikey's P.O.V.)

"Mikey, get up."

I knew it was still way too early to get up for school and that I had only been asleep for a couple hours.

"What?" I grumble into my pillow.

"We got to make a drop," he whispers.

"Andy, we're not suppose to have any drops!" I growl, knowing he had done something.

"I switched it, the more the merrier!" he chimes, laughing devilishly.

I feel the bed dip as he gets up.

"I hate this," I sigh, but get up anyway.

My body felt heavy and sluggish, more so that another person had woken me up, opposed to my own body.

I put on my sneakers and walk out the door with him.

---

"Where's this drop at?" I ask when we walk about 3 blocks, the normal alertness waking me up a long time ago.

"Central Park," he smirks.

"Are you crazy!" I hiss, punching him in the arm.

The streets were empty except for a few suspicious people and the homeless.

"No, just determined," he shrugs.

"Andy, we never do drops in public places or where there are too many shadows, they could hide anywhere in the bushes!"

"Look, they said Central Park so we're going," he growls, brown eyes glinting.

He walks a little faster when a police car goes speeding past us. It makes my hairs stand on end too.

"Let's hurry," I grumble.

He nods as we speed walk, leaves and other shit scraping under foot.

---

"Where is the guy?" I whisper.

We were in the middle of fucking nowhere in this park.

"He said he would be here at 3:31 a.m." Andy says.

I look over at him and see him hopping from one foot to the other. He looks as nervous as I feel. It's dark and I can barely see my hand, but as long as I can make out Andy's shape, I'm O.K.

"Hey, you Danny?" a gruff voice says.

I snap my head to the side, seeing a tall man step from the bushes when he addresses Andy's fake name.

"Yeah, you the guy?" Andy nods, lifting the kilo of weed.

"Yeah, I'm also apart-"

"Run!" I yell once I see the badge.

I grab Andy up by the arm and yank him away, running as fast as I can manage with him. I hear the guy yelling after us and I hear more footsteps. It was a set up.

"I knew it!" I hiss at him as we run down the block.

"I'm sorry!" he yells, breathless.

I know he has asthma. I can already hear the weezing, with panic and fear mixed with running, it was too much, basketball he was fine with. I hear our feet pounding the pavement, his breathing becoming ragged, and the blood pumping in my ears.