Paranoid Park (boyxboy)

Hide Your Secrets

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(Mikey's P.O.V.)

"What's your problem?" he snarls.

I look over at him, bewildered. We were sitting in the middle of Nick and Eli's room, waiting for the call. All our nerves were on end.

"W-what?" I answer.

Andy looks down at me from where he stands. 

"You've been off, if you haven't noticed," he blinks, grinding his teeth together.

"I haven't," I hiss back.

I had. I have all week. How could I not? 

"Well, now I'm telling you, and I'm also going to ask you to tell me what's wrong." 

His brown eyes squint accusingly, looking through me.

"Nothing is wrong, Andy, I'm just nervous is all." 

"Why would you be nervous? They just told us yesterday that we might not get out, and you've been nervous all week," he scoffs.

I look over at Nick, he just shrugs and turns to face the window.  

"I'm nervous about other things, too, my life doesn't revolve around you and these damn drops!" I yell.

As he goes to say something my phone rings. We all stare at it, the unknown number flashing. 

"Shit, pick it up!" Eli hisses.

I fumble with my phone, but manage to answer it. 

"Hello?" 

"Hm, hello, Mikey," the proper voice says.

"Boss," I grit out.

"You've asked my permission to get out of the business, this correct?" 

"Yes," I nod, looking up at Andy, he bites his nails.

I hear him laugh bitterly. 

"I ask these fucking teenagers to do one fucking thing and they want out! The easiest fucking job!" he yells into the phone.

I hear laughing in the background. 

"Look, I'll let you out and your little friend, too, but if I see or hear that you've said a single word about what you've done, I'll rip your pretty little fucking head off!" he screams roughly.

"Yes, sir," I answer.

"Good, it's a shame, you two were very good at your job." 

"Thank you," I answer gruffly.

"Just watch yourself, even around that boy, what's his name? Andy?" 

I look towards the window, silent, but he continues with his advice.

"You hide a lot of shit, Mikey, that's why I like you, you could have made it big here, you're a person who can ignore their emotions." 

The fucking irony in that.

"Uh..." 

"Keep hiding, let's hope I don't have to hear from you in this context again,  goodbye, kid," he cackles and hangs up.

I look down at the phone as it indicates the end of the call. 

"So?" Andy asks, deep voice cracking, clenching and unclenching his fists, making the muscles in his arms flex.

"Uh, we're out," I croak, not looking at any of them.

"You alright?" Eli asks.

"Yeah."