Young Banana Bus Squad

Jon

3 Days Later

I walk home from school with Evan, who continues to tell his lame jokes. 

"What's brown and sticky?" He asks, and I shrug. 

He smiles. "A stick!" 

Looking at him with a disappointed glance, I roll my eyes. He's been telling me jokes since the end of sixth period, and they keep getting worse. 

He clears his throat awkwardly. "Okay....OH! I got a good one!" He yells, and then he looks at me. "What do you call a magic owl?" He asks, and I smile. 

"I don't know. What?" 

He grins. "HOOdini!" I laugh out loud. That was actually a pretty good joke, especially for Evan. Now the posters in his room make sense. We walk along, laughing, and then we reach the door to his house. 

Evan opens it, and we walk in. I set my backpack down on the floor, and he smiles as we walk down to the basement. 

"Ready to get dominated in GTA?" He asks, cracking his knuckles. I laugh. 

"In your dreams." 

But when we enter the gaming room, I stop, and so does Evan. Jon sits on the couch, and he looks up to us. His eyes are sad and scared. Evan walks over to him, and puts his hand on Jon's shoulder. 

"Jon, what are you doing here? We just got out of school. How the hell did you get here so fast?" He asks softly, but Jon just pulls his knees to his chest and buries his head in his arms. I step forward. 

"Evan, maybe I should go.......I mean, you and Jon are much closer, and I think that you should really talk to him alo-" 

Jon jerks his head up, and stands up. He shrugs Evan's hand off his shoulder, and runs over to me. He wraps his arms around me, and starts to cry. I look over at Evan, as surprised as he is. Jon hugs me tightly, and I slowly reach my hand up to pat his back. 

"Uhhhh....It's okay Jon." I say, rubbing his back. Then Jon looks up at me, and his big blue eyes search my soul. He grabs my hand and drags me upstairs. I look back at Evan, who shrugs. 

"I'll wait down here." He says, and I nod. Jon drags me outside, and under the big tree in Evan's front yard. He pulls me down next to him, and I sit down. He sighs, and I put my arm around him. 

"Jon, what's this about?" I ask. He looks up at me and sighs, then leans his head on my shoulder. 

"I did it." He says quietly, and I jump. 

"Jon! You-You talked!" I say, and he looks up at me. He nods, then sighs again, and repeats what he said. 

"It was me, Craig. I did it." 

I frown. "Jon, what did you do?" 

Tears fall from his eyes. "My parents.....I killed them."

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I lean back a little. "Jon...I...What?! You did what?!" 

Jon glances back to me. "You heard me Craig. I killed my parents. But....it wasn't me. I mean, it was me, but it wasn't me." 

I raise my eyebrows. "Okay, you lost me." I say, and Jon takes his head off my shoulder. 

"Craig, I think I have two personalities. One is good, and one is bad. And I think that my bad side killed my parents. Because one second I was sitting eating dinner with them, the next, I was holding the knife in my hand, and they were both dead on the floor. But no matter if it was me or my other me, I still killed my parents, Craig. What can I do about that? Why do think I haven't talked for two months?" He starts to freak out, and I hold him by the shoulders.