written on my grave~

chapter 7: friends

 

After kissing under the heavy rain, we had a beautiful Sunday the next day.  We went out for another walk at the park when the mass ended. We talked, we kissed, we laughed, we were happy. Citadel was quite a kid and a lady. I never even expected she’d fall for a guy like me. Oh well, I’m just as lucky as no one could ever be. I drove her home and told her I love her like so much.

Then I went home. I went straight in my room, laid down the couch and watched The Simpson’s movie, slept for another hour of my life and dreamt of some huge burger about to eat me. Damn it! I was hungry. I went to our white, very white kitchen made my brunch, bacon and egg. I went back to my room and strummed my guitar and played something from green day’s 21st century breakdown album, and tried some new rhythms, made some notes for composing a new song. And after that, I played tony hawk project 9 in my Xbox. When I grew tired of all the things I felt like doing. I searched for my laptop in the mountain of all the mess in my room, and found it where my dirty clothes were that was about to be dry cleaned by my sister. Good thing, I saved it from its death. I laid down again and surf the internet.

I checked out on citadel but she wasn’t online, I phoned her but she neither did reply nor called back. Hmm... What should I do? I called out for everyone but they were all busy for what?! They didn’t even care for me for all they know I was still a mess, no one knew that citadel and I was all the while alright. They didn’t even bother to ask if I was freaking all right!

Booooooooorrrrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggggg……………………………………………….

Then for no reason a miracle came out of nowhere. My phone rang and my apple laptop received its first ever message for the day. I quickly answered my phone; I pushed the green button and immediately said….

“Yow!”

“Hey, man! Listen, we have a gig late tonight at the Cabin.” The voice on the other line was owned by a kid named Zero. Zero is the drummer in our band.

“Ok. Sure. I’ll be there.” I thought it was important.

“Dude, anyways, we’re here at The Bar. Might want to come here?”

“Geez thanks for inviting me!” a sarcasm out of boredom. “You didn’t answer a damn call from me and now you’re inviting me there!”  I shouted it out. “What the hell man! I’m gonna die out of boredom and you are there messing around! Damn it, guys!”

“Whoa… whoa… stop it, man. You’re deafening me!” he cut me off midway.

“Reno, you’re kind of depressing, dude, so we did not invite you. “It was Pete the stupid kid in our band. He actually wanted to name our band after his dog, Rocket. And now, as he spoke I could hear their freaking laughs. So annoying.

“Isn’t that the purpose of friendship? Guys, what kind of friends are you? You left your friend half alive from depression!”

“Nu-uh! Wait a minute dude... we didn’t left you in the midst of your emotional breakdown. First of all, we are still inviting you right?”

“And second, you don’t seem to be depressed at all at the moment. So stop complaining about this whole thing!” they passed the phone with one another, Pete, then Zero and then James, the hell of it. “And dude, I think, now that you’re at the state of rightness you owe us explanations!”

“What happened man?! Her place or your place? Tell me, man!”  That asshole, peter! All that was in head were dirty fucked up things.

“Damn it, Pete! She’s my girlfriend! For saint valentines sake! Stop whatever’s running in your freaking head!” I hanged up and stood up. Went to find clothes at my messed up cabinet and found a Sid vicious white shirt with the prints ‘it’s not my problem if people think I’m weird’ and a Levis Strauss pants. And I was ready to go.

I forgot to read my email so I got a minute to look at it.

From: skyrocket-pt@yahoo.com

To:  mr.SNICKET@yahoo.com

You are now officially heart glued! Oh man I miss the shit and all...you broken hearted freak!-Pete

 Darn it. Of all the things? I hit the reply button and in a blink of an eye... ta-da I, the mighty ‘mr.SNICKET’ had replied the skyrocket freak.

You, unloving, selfish asshole… I miss you too, except that you’re a Very terrible womanizer with no girlfriend.-re.

I went to the Bar where the jerks were. They were as wild as always. They punched me, kicked me and tortured me. What a welcoming address. We drink, we jump around, we chat, and we basically and obviously made fun.

“for my man, you had threw up on me, who DID NOT talk the whole fucking week and for the guy who almost, almost broke up like permanently to his awesome girlfriend whom he is serious about….” The kid made an effing speech... Grool! “Man, we fucking love you…Welcome back to the state of shitness!” and he made a tossed. Peter is still such a nice guy, but still immature.

“We love you, man! Don’t ever do that again! Ok?” aww… I didn’t know they love me this much…

“A fucking group hug, dude!”  Zero, Pete, and James are quite good friends and if I’m a gay I might as well marry them. Just kidding. And we had a group effing hug! “Dudes, stop it! Everyone’s looking at us! They might think we’re gays!” and we all burst out our loudest laughter.