Three Days: the untitled sequel

Chapter One: we're back bitches

Edd starred at me with a blank face.

"you got us plane tickets...to Florida?"

I nodded.

"How the actual," he stood up, "fuck did you afford those?? Are you insane?!"

I nodded.

Tord was with Matt in their room, and I could hear the former laughing. Laugh all you want idiot, I'm going to expose you in America again.

"Plus, why do we have to go back to America? It's July, we will actually burn out asses off!"

"Gee I don't know, Tord's involved in a past experiment that could potentially have made me a demi god and I need evidence for it so I can know if I can trust him."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course not, I just like Florida,"

After banter, I got Edd to agree. I said the flight was tomorrow, so we engaged in another fight.

"How long is this?"

"Three days again."

"Fine."

I walked out with my dignity in check. If you didn't read the epilogue of the original, go do that. It'll make things more sensical.

And yes, the story is mine now. You know very well I'm not as cutsie as him, so this won't be as 'romantic' as you're used to.

oh to hell with it, I'm a living shitpost.

Tord ran up to me and jumped upon my unsuspecting body.

"I'm so exited! Where are we staying, what city?"
I looked at him strange.

"Miami? Why would we go anywhere else, that states a living nightmare. Miami's the only good part."

His face went pale, but quickly formed color. He stared doing that thing where he went all nervous and talked fast and tried to change the subject. as long as he didn't start smiling though, I was in the clear.

"Why Miami? We can go to Key west, have you been there? It's probably the best- e r part with all the sun, and key lime pies! People from Miami usually go there for a trip, why stay there??"

"Miami's more.. iconic. That's a perfectly valid reason."

He tugged at my arm.

"Can we pleaaaaaase go to key west instead? Or hollywood, not the one in LA of course, well why are we even going to Florida, let's go to the real Hollywood!!"

"How come you know so much about Florida, and why do you hate Miami so much?"

I could literally see his horns dampen in sweat. This boy was literally hiding something, way too obviously. I thought he was done with this bullshit.

"Well back when I was..: in my evil phase, Miami was where I'd usually go to experiment. I just, have bad memories is all."

"And what went so wrong that you left, huh?"

He avoided eye contact, but didn't look down.

"I lost my partner."

I of course messed that one up.

"You lost your spouse?!"

He glared at me, with a mostly just confused face.

"No no, what the hell, my work partner. We were experimenting for immortality so we can have invincible soldiers. Imagine no level of physical pain could actually kill you, but you will still not have to live a horribly long life. You'll get to die when you're ready and live without the fear of leaving a life this good behind."

He smiled and sadly looked at the sky.

"Isn't it ironic that one of us died trying? Police shot him right in the neck. I moved back with Paul and Pat for two years, being too depressed to continue serving among them. Then the police found us again, and put them in jail. I managed to escape within a week, but I was a fugitive and homeless. I had to start robbing to make money again and, well you know the rest."

He walked closer to me and kept looking down. This shit was gonna make me hug him. so I did the fuck you expect.

"I can still see him sometimes. He was everything I wanted to be."

"Driven, powerful, smart?" I asked.

"good."

I grabbed his chin and moved his eyes to mine. "You are, you're everything but bad."

He almost started crying, but it didn't look like happy tears. I loosened up to remind myself that he was still hiding something even after all this time.

"Thanks. we can go to Miami, I'll make it through. Let's just not leave each others side, promise?"

I looked him in the eye, and smiled as comfortably as I could.

"Promise."

He laughed and ran to our room to start packing. I removed the crossed fingers from behind my back and glared in his direction. I felt something I hadn't in a while. I crossed my arms, and my vision around me lost color. I was practically meditating on something, but what?

I forced myself to snap out of it. "You love Tord. You trust Tord. You need Tord. You. Trust. Tord." I told myself. 

All would be revealed in Miami.

My phone rang, and it was the same number from the night before.

"So when are you coming?"
"We fly tomorrow afternoon, why are you in such a rush?"
"Because.... I'm really lonely nowadays. My only friend is a thirteen year old."

"Why is your only friend a thirteen year old?"
"Because he was cute six years ago but now he's a nightmare-"
"No, why do you not know anyone else?"
"I had to stage a death four years ago, and I haven't left this room. The kid's who gets my food and shit."

I did the math. My heart stopped.

"I'll come by whenever I can."

One last look at my door. oh that fucker was dead.

Guess who's back? Back again.

Whoop whoop whoooop whoop I have to start writing frequently so updates don't take months at a time again whoooooooop