( two years later )

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  ( two years later )

     "cole, where are my car keys?" felix calls irritably. cole is always hiding them from felix, or taking them and driving his car around instead of his piece of junk.

     "in my pocket," cole calls back from his bedroom.

     felix rolls his eyes, but waits for cole to walk into the room. "you gotta stop doing this, man."

     "yeah, yeah, whatever." cole shakes his head.

      felix leaves the apartment, his phone ringing, and his keys falling out of his hand, he's a mess.

     cole looks at me then, then at the counter where we usually put our keys, or the mail.

     "anything for me?" cole questions.

     "nah, some weird package for felix, though." i reply, shrugging.

     cole nods, "oh."

      cole walks back to his room, and i eye the package on the floor. wondering who it's from, and hoping it's not from who i think it is.

      when felix gets home, and sees the package, he looks at it like he's never seen a box before. he doesn't say who it's from, and instead of opening it, like cole would probably insist on him doing, he takes it to his bedroom, and drops it in the closet. cole waits until dinner to ask him about it.

     "so, how was work?" i ask felix.

     felix gives me a look, and raises an eyebrow, "i should be asking you that."

     "yeah, but you won't," i grin. my job actually isn't that big of a deal, just something to keep them on their toes. cole slams his fist down onto the table then.

     "who was the package from?" he spits out.

     "my package? oh, no one. it was an accident, not even for me, actually," felix lies, and the only one who notices is me. i give him a sideways glance, but i don't look at him for too long, cole would notice, so i goe back to eating my dinner.

      cole nods, not totally believing the lie, but not wanting the whole truth either. felix continues to act as if everything is normal, and just like that, the life they wanted to create was already destroyed.

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