A Friend Like You

Chapter one: Keep Walking, Punk.

 Something seemed wrong about today from the moment I woke up, I was literally on the wrong side of the bed. Someone more ignorant than I, probably wouldn't have even noticed this. however, I make sure to keep special track of these things just in case I were to come about a situation like this one; a for sure warning sign.

I feel asleep the night previous at 8:30, like normal. I wore the usual pair of pajamas for that night of the week,i had the regular amount of pillows on each side of the bed, and most importantly I slept on the right side, like every night before that one. I chose this side out of the two to sleep on, because it was furthest from the one window that always leaked air, making that side of my room freezing at night.

As soon as I woke up, I sat up still a little disoriented from sleep, and turned my head to the right to look at the time. It was much further away then I expected but I assumed that it was just because my eyes hadn't fully focused yet, That was normal. It took a couple seconds but while they returned to focus, I realized It was bitterly cold. I wrapped my arms around myself shivering, This was not normal. I finally focused on the time and not only did I realize I was on the left side of my bed, but it was already 6:15. 15 minutes after I normally wake up. I leaned forward holding my forehead with a groan. Maybe it was the new sheets?

 I sat there for a few moments longer gathering my thoughts before I decided to get up and try my best to return any sort of order back to my day, with 15 minutes behind schedule. Sure, its not like I had something super important to do that those lost 15 minutes could have contributed to but, staying on track is important to me.

I dragged myself out of the left side of my bed then, walked over to the right side to get dressed. i slowly I undressed myself of the pajamas I had worn that night and picked out of my dresser my everyday attire. Simple concert tee, jeans, and a hoodie would be sufficient. I stepped back to look at myself in the mirror before deciding to skip breakfast and head to the comic store. For lack of a better word I was pleased. I am not a man of extreme vanity but I looked good, and I wasn't going to waste this staying in all day. I wasn't even scheduled to come in to the shop today but the comic store was really the only place I went. anyway, I had found a good book the other day and was left at a cliff hanger, of all things.

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On my way out I realized my mom was gone, great. That meant that she had driven the car and I'd be walking once again. I groaned as I read the note she had left behind for me on a sticky note, stuck to the wall where the keys would be.

"morning Gerard! Sorry I left without saying anything, but I didn't want to wake you. Had to run some errands, be back in a few hours.

P.S if you get the chance say hi to the new family next door!"

Everything about that note makes me feel physically, sick so I let my head fall back, and my eyes close for a moment.

I quite liked the empty house next door. I used to hang out there and smoke sometimes if I needed a break. Something about the complete solitude about being in there alone was ideal for a night of letting go. I even remember the last people that lived there, a nice old couple who let me come in as a kid, when I would sneak out. The woman, whose name I learned was Elena, would always give me some shitty stale taffy, and tell me about her days in high school. She was a pretty cool chick, i'm not going to lie. I bet the new family were just gonna be a bunch of pricks.

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Well, what do 'ya know? I was correct. I was on my way to the shop with my hood on, holding a new pack of cigarettes and a lighter, for later. I guess the father decided now was a good time to display just how far up his ass he was. i don't know, maybe he was trying to impress me. He was successful in that at least, I cant believe he could still breathe.

He was busy arguing with this kid next to him on his front porch, when I saw he was turning the other way so, I decided to slow down and listen; just to get a feel for what we have in store.

"you know you're never going to do anything with your life if you keep this up. Your mom and I are worried about you, Frankie. You aren't normal. Do you understand?"

I tuned out the rest and began to study "Frankie". He was kinda short but probably only a year or two younger than me. He had dyed black hair that was styled to the side, he also two visible piercings on his face and small black gauges. His skin was ghostly pale with drawings all over his it in black ink. Not that bad looking, to be honest.

It was when I was studding the small drawing of half of a broken heart with the word "romantic" wrapping around the side of it on his right hand, when frank had noticed me starting. This led to his father catching his attention to me too. aw fuck. I shot my head down and started walking, hoping to god he wasn't gong to say something. But then I remembered none of that was going to do me shit today.

"Hey, you! Ever heard of minding your own business? I'm calling the cops if you come near here again." He yelled.

Guess he did't notice i lived right next to him. I sped up deciding not to be an asshole to this guy, for once. 

"Yeah, keep walking, punk."

yeah, fuck that. I turned around and blew him a kiss, before flipping him off and walking my punk as out of there.