No Lies, Please.

1.2

The living room was on view right as you entered. Two long couches, one pressed up against the wall with a window on it and one to the side of the stairs. The tv was hung over a small coffee table. The room had that cabin type feel that leaves a sour taste in your mouth if you live in an apartment. All considering I took a seat on a couch. I look to my phone. Status : dead.

"So, spill." Vincent says sitting on the other couch.

"No," I respond numbly.

"Spill." He repeated annoyingly.

"No," I said. What's the point of talking about it?

"Spill like the 342 chests of tea at the Boston Tea Party." He said leaning into the cushions on the couch.

"Wow, great reference but I'd still rather not." I retorted, wish I had a zinger right now.

"Spill or I will make more cringy references." Vincent stated and I could already feel the future cringe coming down on me.

"Fine. Keep your trap shut with any references for now." I sighed.

"Wow, okay mom." He responded and I shot him a glare.

"Mouth shut." I said once more and he went quiet. Good. "Even though I'd severely rather not talk about it, I will. You see for the play Romeo and Juliet Raina asked me to help her practice lines. We went for yogurt. We kissed. Things like that. Then later Sophie was oddly empathetic, kinda, in a way for Raina and me. Saying I was vengeful on Xavier and using her, kinda. Which I'm not."

"So...You got mad at her for trying to help?" Vincent asked questioningly.

"What?! No, no. It's just none of her business in the first place." I complained throwing my head back letting it ly on the couch.

"Her main actors Romeo and Juliet, plus your her brother. Ehh, I kinda see where there would be concern. One thing I don't get is Sophie being empathetic. She is, it's just hard for her to show it or even say it." He explained, did he think he knew everything about Sophie? 

"Well, whatever. It doesn't matter anyway," I sighed, adjusting into the couch.

"Alright, well night. Be happy it's a Saturday," Vincent said beginning up to the stairs. "Call me if you need anything."

"Great, thanks." I say back.

When he's out of sight I flop onto the couch and feel the speed of sleepiness sweep over me. Tongue twister. Speed of sleepiness sweep, could be better. I wake up later on and the window above the catch I was sleeping off reveals the brightness of morning. It burns and I'm drowsy. Great. I slept in my street clothes, which is just...yeah. I hear Vincent in the kitchen doing something. When all of a sudden the door flew off the hinges.

"What the hell?" I yell on reflex backing off.

"There you fucking are," Sophie yells as she stands on the now toppled door.

"What the fuck?" I yell at her.

"Gimme your phone," She said motioning me to hand me the phone.

"No."

She lunges at me and grabs my phone. "Dead like I thought. Trackers don't work when their dead"

She yells hitting me with my own phone.

"Why do you have a tracker on my phone?! WHY THE HELL DID YOU BREAK DOWN A DOOR!" I yell, she looks to the door and then to me, then to the door.

"Oh, yeah." She says absently. "I wanted to do a Garroth."

"What?" I ask, seriously what the fuck is happening.

Lia walks in nervously looking at the fallen door. Vincent walks in maybe in shock from his door being on the ground. Everything I believe is chaos and the one cause is the one holding my phone.

"Hey," Lia waves her jacket slightly ripped for a reason or another. She looks to Vincent, "I did not break this door down."

"I assumed not," He responded. "I realize now how Sophie may be good on the football team." He squints thinking slightly looking to her. Then to the door. "My parents are going to kill me."

"Nah, main characters don't die." Sophie waved her hand like it was nothing to worry about. "I'm taking this little shit home."

She grabbed my ear painfully lifting me up off the couch.

"Sophie stop. Come on, give the boy a break. Don't you think the way you're doing this right now is a bit...Aggressive?" Lia said honestly. "I get it my plan did not work, though I doubt this one will."

"What plan?" I ask, "If you don't answer my question this time I will leave again. More lost than the people on Lost."

"Lia set me up with things to say and I wrote them down on my arm. I told her I didn't want you and Raina to get together because then my ship wouldn't work. She said that I should go a different route. Plus I told her the story and I think she feels sorry for you."

"Kinda," Lia responded to Sophie's summary. "More pity, but yeah."

"See, not my fault." Sophie states, "Now. Stop being a little shit. We're not the Kardashians, drama ain't my thing and if you think it's your's. Feel free to be homeless."

I wrench myself out of her grip, "First of all. Lia, don't pity me I'm fine. Second. Sophie, I don't know where you thought it was okay to break up a relationship because it doesn't follow your ship. That's messed up."

"Well, I also thought of the things Lia said. How it could be a potential disaster emotionally and how it could ruin my play." She stated.

"Not exactly what I said. It's more potential for a downward spiral." Lia corrected.

"I don't care...Just...I want to be alone but at the same time you'll hunt me down. So, I'm going to walk around for a bit. Bring the group or whatever at like 7, I'll be there around then." I sighed looking to the small group, "I'm okay really."

I walked out the door and softly heard a bit of conversation.

"He's not okay," Sophie said to Lia.

"I could tell. It's kind of obvious." She said and then I couldn't hear anymore as I turned the block.

I have a problem, I can't place my finger on.
Though I can't keep running from everything just because it'll be hard to talk about.