The Timids: Oh, Honey You Know It Ain't Easy. (Fearless Vampire Killers FanFic)

Three Days Since. (Part Two.)

Barronè's POV: 

I walk towards the door slowly with my arm stretched out in front of me, as if to protect me from bumping into invisible walls. l ease the door open and slide through silently, l don't want the others to hear me because l know that they'll make a big thing out of it and as much as l love them all l just can't deal with all the attention l'm getting. l pad into the kitchen and go directly to the fridge and begin drinking the orange juice strait from the carton, l know it's disgusting but l'm SO thirsty. How did l let myself get so thirsty?  

Next l raid the cupboards trying to find something easy to eat, l spot a tube of cookies too on the highest shelf, hidden behind a bag of dry pasta. l can barely reach them but after a bit of stretching l manage to get them, l look at my prize triumphantly but when l notice the words sharpied onto the packet my breath catches in the back of my throat. 

"Drews cookies!!! Eat them and you're dead!!!" 

l throw the packet away from me as if it had bitten me and sink to the floor.

Laurence's POV: 

"Maybe you should try calling Drews parents? Perhaps they'll have calmed down a bit by now." Kier suggests and l look up in surprise. 

"Me? Why me?" l complained, but in all honesty l doubt that Kier and Luke could be trusted not to lose their temper if Mrs Woolnough reacted anything like she did last time. "Fine."  

l go into the hallway where we keep our phone and dial Drews parents number. 

"H-hello?" A shaking female voice answered. Whoever it was had obviously been crying before they picked up the phone. 

"Mrs Woolnough?" l ask slowly, confused as to what was happening. 

"Laurence?" She replied sounding, dare l say it, hopeful. 

"Yeah. Are you- Are you okay ma'am?" She may have been horrible about Drew yesterday, but l can't just leave the woman to cry. 

"My baby is dead Laurence. What do you think?" She snaps at me. "l- l'm sorry... This must be hard for you too. You boys always were so close." 

l nod slowly before realising that she can't see me. "Yeah. We all were."  

"And l'm sorry for how l acted yesterday, l shouldn't have treated you like that." 

l lean back against the kitchen door before relying. 

"Just so long as you understand. lt's not like it was Shane's fault. There was nothing he could do. He tried to push him out of the way, but... He tried his best, he really did."

Barronè's POV: 

"-lt was Shane's fault... He tried to push him... He really did..." Laurence's voice came through the door. Why is he saying that? Blaming me? Me! He knows how fucking much l love Drew! No fucking way would l have pushed him! ls that really what he thinks happened? 

l drag myself to my feet and pull the door open, ignoring Laurence as he falls into the kitchen. l run, barefoot, out of the apartment and down the stairs and out of the block of flats. l can hear shouting behind me, probably Laurence telling me never to come back. Don't worry Laurence, l don't want to. 

l keep running until l reach the wooded section of the park.  

What now? 

l doubt my legs will support me much longer so l sit on the floor beneath one of the huge oak trees, leaning against the thick trunk. Suddenly the full extent of my betrayal hit me, uncountably Kier and Luke also think hat l killed Drew. How could they think that? Hot tears begin to drip down my cheeks and sobs begin to rake through me. 

After who knows how long l notice that l'm being watched. l rub my eyes dry with my hands and look around me, leaning on a tree about ten feet away is a friendly looking man of about twenty five years old. He see's that l have noticed him and begins to walk towards me, keeping eye contact all the while. 

"Good Lord mate, you need to lighten up a bit, here have a smoke, it'll calm you right down." he reached into his pocket and presented me with a hand rolled cigarette. 

What harm could one cigarette do? 

The man hands me a lighter and watches me closely as l light the cigarette and bring it to my lips. After one drag l can begin to feel the effects take hold.  

This is no normal cigarette. 

"What is this?" l ask. 

"Your new best friend." He reaches into his pocket and passes me a piece of paper before standing up to leave. "Call me when you want more." 

I watch as he walks away, a crunching of twigs alerts me to the presents of someone else to my left, l turn to face the noise and almost drop my cigarette in shock. 

"Drew?" l sob, and throw myself into his arms. He catches me but looks just as shocked as l am. 

"You can see me now?" He grins so widely that l too can't help but smile. 

"Yeah! Where did you go?" l ask him, still grinning. 

"l never left, you just couldn't see me." 

"But l can see you now!" l reply sleepily, l feel so light and happy! l reach over and kiss Drews cheek. "l looov you Droo! l loove yoou sooo much!"  

Drew looks at me in disgust and my heart breaks a little. Does he not love me back? l lift the cigarette to my lips and am about to take a drag when it goes flying out of my hand. 

"Drooo! Why did yooou doo that?" l complain. Wait, what was it he did again?  

"You are completely fucking high! What is that shit?" He asks me, but l'm too distracted by the pretty kaleidoscope of colours dancing across the trees. 

"Look at the pretty colours Drooo!" l point, wanting to share the beautiful vision with him. He briefly glances where l point but turns back to me quickly. "You're hallucinating baby." He tells me. "You're seeing things that aren't really there." He leans forwards and kisses my nose causing me to giggle. 

"Things that aren't really there." He repeats, frowning. "Like me. Shit."