Killjoy ; SetoSolace

| 15 |

**INCOMPLETE**
I felt the need to publish this since it will never be finished, just to serve as some final content when I take my leave.

| 15 | The Mighty Fall

***

Sleeping in the treehouse by myself is quite the terrifying experience. With knowledge that someone could possibly break in at any time didn't ease my nerves, so getting a good night's rest was impossible. Showing up at school the next day is the exact opposite of what I wanted to do, especially with the horrid bruise on my nose. Despite my displeasure, I got ready and headed out towards school. Might as well get breakfast along the way at the nearby bakery.

It takes me a while to find my way out of the forest and into civilization. The sky today is gray while the air is dry and frigid. I shiver, regretting not bringing another jacket. I really hope it doesn't snow.

I spot the bakery two blocks down from the school. It's petite, being in between a jewelry store and a convenience store, with no one in particular having their car parked in front of it on the street. I head indoors and bask in the heat. From there, I take a moment to gaze at the menu. A cake and some hot chocolate would be nice, but then again it is my breakfast. I decide to go for a sandwich instead.

"Hey, you're Seto, right?" The man behind the counter inquired. He takes me off guard and I jolt backwards a bit in shock. "Woah, sorry I scared you."

I step forward towards the counter, shuffling really, and took a gander at the male. He's taller than I with caramel colored eyes, coffee shaded hair, and warm skin. I don't recognize him from anywhere. His name tag reads "Mitchell," a name in which I've never heard of before.

"Yeah, I am," I finally respond, smiling back to him. "No offense, but how do you know who I am?"

"I go to your school," he coolly replies. "You know, the one that's two blocks away from here. I got into a fight last Friday and was suspended for a week, so my mom made me work here for the time being."

"Oh," was all I could say.

This guy gives out way too much information.

"Anyway," he whistles, "I'm Mitchell, you can call me Mitch if you want. So, what would you like to order?"

"I guess the ham and cheese sandwich with a hot chocolate."

"Gotcha," he snaps his fingers and rushes off to take my order. I laugh a bit as he drops some of the plastic cups onto the floor, scattering them with a loud crash. It takes him a while to clean them up.

He eventually comes back with my order, an overflowing hot chocolate and a sandwich (it somehow stayed perfectly in tact despite his clumsiness). "How much?"

"Oh, it's on the house," he beams.

I'm stunned for a moment, but then dip my head in gratitude, "Thanks. I'll be heading off to school, so I guess I'll see you sometime later?"

He perks up, a small smile wiped into his face, "Yeah, I'll see you later."

***

I haven't seen Brice all day and I'm beginning to get worried. We normally take strolls together to our classes, but it's unusual that he's absent, let alone without telling me. I don't particularly remember where his house was, so I can't visit him. I don't have his phone number, either (well, he actually gave it to me, but I've managed to lose it).