Growing up (Get Scared Fanfic)

Super Smash Bros and no Guitar Skills

Nick's Pov.

The lights above me blinded me as I opened my eyes. I tried to shield the light with my hand but I couldn't lift it. I couldn't move at all. I shifted my eyes to left to find that I had some sort of cloth wrapped around my wrist and tied to a railing. I turned my head to the right and saw that my right arm was in the same position. Where the hell am I? I noticed cuts and bruises up my arm. Did i do that to myself? I tugged on the restraints until someone walked over to me and put their hand over my mouth. It went dark.

I could finally move, but i somewhere new.

"Hey Nick" i turned around to the familiar voice. Courtney? Am I dead?

"Hey?" i responded, "Do you know where we are?"

"We're at school, silly" she said.

"Oh.. I thought you were.." I trailed off, not wanting to ruin her being here.

"You thought I was what?" She questioned with a confused look on her face. Someone pushed her to the ground.

"Hey Fuck off!" I shouted at the person. There was no one there. I looked over at Courtney. Her face deteriorated slowly to a skull. I threw myself by her. "No no no no"

"It's ok, Nick. You'll be ok" she told me, running her hand on my cheek.

"No I won't. Don't die. Don't die" I sobbed. A bell rung, but it didn't sound like the school bell. It sounded more like the doorbell to my house. I heard it again, as everything around me faded away.

I sat up on my bed. My hands shaking, my heart racing, I sighed. It's been two days since I didn't sleep, meaning today is Saturday. I told Brad we could hang out today. He said he'd be here at around 2. I looked at the clock on my night stand. 2:13pm. Oh crap!

"Nicholas!" I heard my mom call from downstairs, "a friend of yours is here!"

The one time I oversleep. "Ok Mom!" i yelled back. I got up from my bed and quickly changed into jeans and a black t shirt. I ran into the bathroom. My was messy and tangled so I brushed i out and styled it the way i always do. It won't stay. Hair stood up and made it obvious that I just woke up. I ran back to my room for my beanie and put it on, hiding the bed hair.

As I walked into the kitchen, I saw my mom talking to Brad at the table. He was wearing dark blue ripped jeans and a Black Sabbath shirt.

"Hey" he smiled.

"Hi" i said back, not very loudly.

"It's about time you got here." My mom teased.

"Yeah." i answered. Brad got up from his chair and set his hand up for a high five. I awkwardly high fived him. "I'm sorry, I don't know what to do"

"It's ok." he said, "What do you usually do for fun?"

"I uh listen to music. And play guitar." i responded, "sometimes i play on my Nintendo 64."

"Oh cool! What games do you have on it?" he asked.

"I uh.. Um i have Mario Party, M-Mario Kart, Super Smash ....Smash Bros, and a few other games." i replied. Why am i so nervous? I hope he hasn't noticed me stuttering like there's no tomorrow. "Do you wanna go.. I mean go play?"

"Yeah sure. What's your favorite game?" he asked as we started walking upstairs.

"Probably Super Smash bros. You?"

"Same. Gotta warn you, I've never lost to any of my friends." he bragged.

"Well.. I haven't played this with anyone. I've never lost to the computer though"