He Left Sparkles in his Wake

Shane Hates Us Club

(Sorry for the small hiatus! The author got tired and busy so updates were postponed. How would you all feel about an ask the author chapter? Not like it will happen while I'm just a tiny writer, but if you have questions for an ask the author chapter, comment no more than ten questions each please! Anyways, I'm back and hopefully going to upload once a week at least. The poem in this chapter is not mine!)

Richard sat alone in his room smiling the next morning. He hadn't slept again, but the lack of basic needs were suppressed due to his joy. He sat in the middle of the floor quietly reading his new book with a grin plastered to his face. It was a pleasant change of pace from his mornings of depression. There was a soft knock on his door startling him and causing him to toss his book into his closet so as not to be seen.

"Richard?" A soft female voice asked from the other side of the door. He immediately recognized Cake's voice and threw the door open to pull her into his living space. "Woah, woah, what's wrong bean?!" She asked cautiously. Richard's excitement from the previous day and seeing his beloved pinkett pal.

"It's amazing! Jared is amazing!" He squeaked. Cake's face fell and she mumbled an 'oh' in response. The boy felt bad about bringing her down; he wanted her to be happy too. "Although, he still doesn't understand that Shane hates me..." He quietly trailed off. She probably hated him now too...

"Hey, funny you should say that, he hates me too!" She replied with a chuckle as if it were a well timed joke.

"But, he said that he misjudged you...!" Richard responded a bit too quickly. Cake only brushed the comment aside.

"Nah nah, he lied. I thought he changed too. I guess I was wrong." She stated with a shrug. He didn't bring it to her attention, but Richard could feel what he would categorize as sadness ebbing off her. The two fell silent and the room's normal anxiety ridden atmosphere returned. "Why don't we start a club?" Cake asked quietly. The silence wasn't disturbed, but more-so moved upwards.

"A....club...? Cake, you're already in a club..." He pointed out. Who could possibly want to start a club with him? A pleasant smile crept onto the sweet-treat's face.

"Yes, but our own club, a small club between us. What about, the Shane Hates Us Club?" She said with a faint laugh in her voice. It took the words a moment to process before Richard began laughing.

"The Shane Hates Us Club?" He managed to ask between laughs.

"Yep yep! WE can make t-shirts and have slumber parties and talk shit about Shane!" She enthused and hugged Richard tightly. "We can start today too!!" She cheered.

"You know? I'd like that." Richard admitted to her with a smile.

"Great! Then let's start our meeting! Alright, first form of business, meeting schedules!" She declared. The created a schedule, t-shirts, and simply had a good time conversing. With a final hug, Cake left and went to face the rest of her day. Unknowingly, she took just about the last of his social ability. His joy was gone due to anxiety from having been around so many people for the past few days. He sank to the floor by his desk and managed to grab a pen. He drew intricate stiches: first on his fingers, then his hand, finally his left arm had a sleeve of stiches. His breathing slowed to a normal pace and his mind cleared, although still clouded from sleep deprivation. He shoved some earphones into his ears and started playing some music as he crawled into the far corner of his room. One of his songs was interrupted by 'Boss Ass Bitch' before being followed by a number of text tones. Richard simply curled tighter into his safety corner and let the music whisk him away to a less anxiety ridden reality. The text from PBG finally got his attention for long enough for him to answer.

PBG-DUDE! I need haiku help. Got one?

Richard-My memes are ironic, my depression is chronic, hit me with a car.

He switched to the supposed group message from everybody's, except Shane, favorite Cake. She was asking if people would have Stomp practice tomorrow? Richard felt slightly relieved when he remembered that he had homework to do. He thanked her for the invitation, but politely declined due to homework. He resumed his music and sat alone in his room. His music was just loud enough that he didn't hear a concerned PBG knocking on his door.