More than Best Friends Whenever (COMPLETE)

Chapter 4

(CYD POV)

I ran back to the RV, afraid of what Shelby found.

I couldn't get the image of Naldo lying on the bed, surrounded by pill bottles, out of my head.

I ran into Shelby, who was crying, just outside the RV, holding something in her hands, while her dad was on the phone.

"Don't go in, it's bad," Shelby said shakily.

Looking down, I saw- "My razor?!"

That got Shelby's attention. She grabbed my wrist, seeing the scars that outlined it.

"We'll talk about this later," was all she said.

"Not happening. I already had to go through a long conversation when Barry caught me. That's why he had it-" I stopped talking, and looked at the blade again.

The razor in question was covered in blood. "Him, too?"

"Did Naldo-" Shelby started, but I said, "Overdose. But don't worry, we'll fix this."

"When to?" She asked.

"4:40. I'll hide in the RV, you go to Naldo's house." I said.

Shelby nodded, a determined look in her eyes. The lives of our friends were at stake.

We hugged, and jumped back.

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(THIRD PERSON POV)

Cyd and Shelby broke apart. "Let's do this," Cyd said.

Shelby ran to Naldo's house, while Cyd hid in the RV.

Naldo made it to his house, and Shelby was at the front door. "Come with me," She said.

Naldo shook his head. "I can't, Shelby. I'm done."

Shelby said, "You aren't the only one who is planning to kill yourself tonight."

At that moment, he forgot about their fight, caught up in fear of a world without Barry Eisenhower in it.

"Not my Barry", Naldo muttered, not caring if Shelby heard. Then he ran back to the RV, Shelby following.

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After a while, Barry stopped crying, and slowly walked to the RV.

He ignored Brett and Chet, going into the RV, and locking the door for the first time.

Marcie wasn't inside. She must've went home.

Barry felt numb. Naldo was gone. And without Naldo, Barry couldn't find a reason to live.

He grabbed the razor that he took from Cyd when he caught her cutting her wrist.

He deserved to die.

As he pressed it to his arm, Cyd grabbed his hand.

"Don't. Please," She begged.

"How did you know-" Barry asked, but as usual, Cyd cut off his sentence.

"We jumped back. You weren't the only one who killed yourself, Barry. Naldo overdosed."

"Why would he do that?"

"I don't know, Barry. What happened before he started crying?"

"We were working on a body spray that would smell like what attracts you, so to speak." Barry grabbed the bottle with the fifth batch, and showed Cyd. "But it didn't work."

Cyd sprayed a bit on her hand, then sniffed. "Mmm. Cinnamon. I'd say it works."

"Then why didn't Naldo smell anything?" Barry asked.

Shelby and Naldo arrived at the door to the RV. Naldo reached for the handle, but Shelby said, "It's locked."

Naldo pressed his ear against the door. Shelby hesitated, then did the same.

"Where did you spray it?" Cyd asked.

"My wrist," Barry countered.

"Then either he was lying, or the spray smells like you to him."

Naldo turned red. He hadn't thought of that.

"Why would he smell me?" Barry asked.

"What was the fight about?" Cyd asked.

"He said that I chose Marcie over him."

"Did you?" Cyd asked.

Barry shook his head. "I'd never do that. But what confuses me, was when he said I was his."

Naldo turned redder, Shelby said, "Aww," and Cyd held out her hand, saying, "Maybe you should take a whiff."

Barry shrugged, leaned forward, sniffed Cyd's hand, and muttered, "It smells just like..."

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A/N: I have a knack for cliffhangers.