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"CONNOR!" A voice yells, waking him out of his sleep.

Connor opens his eyes to find Trenton a mere two inches from his face.

"Hi," he says grinning.

"What the hell," Connor says, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

Trenton sits back still having the annoyingly blinding grin on his face. His blonde hair was shining gold in the sun, his dark eyes dancing with amusement. He wore faded jeans and a simple white T-shirt, which seemed a couple sizes too big.

Conner was 18 and Trenton was a year younger, at 17. Though at times Trenton seemed to be more mature.

"What are you doing here!" Conner whisper-yells.

"No, what are you doing here. Your going to be late for school! Your parents are going to kill you," Trenton replies back.

Connor's head is pierced with a headache as he sits up a little too fast.

Damn, the drinking. Of course.

"Again?" Trenton asks sadly.

"What do you care," Connor says looking away.

"I've always cared, you know that," Trenton says.

"Yeah sure, whatever," Connor says standing up.

Trenton grabs his hand and drags a startled Conner out of the secret park. They emerge from the forest and in the garden, there are a few people milling around.

"We need to go to my house, I need to get my stuff and look a little decent." Connor pants.

Sprinting to Connor's house he is hit with the sudden realization that he missed his sister's departure. Upon opening his phone, found he found several missed calls and texts from them as well as two missed calls from his parents.

"Shit," Connor mutters under his breath.

Trenton gives him a sideway glance but says nothing.

They go around the side and climb up the familiar route of the tall tree right conveniently outside Connor's window. When they first found this route they would sneak out all the time until the incident where Trenton had broken his arm and we almost never touched the tree again.

When we were younger we had carved our names into the tree, forever etching our memories within.

Not wanting to get caught, even though later he was screwed, they climbed up the tree and into Connor's room.

Not even paying attention to Trenton anymore, he rushed into the bathroom connected to his room and took a hasty shower and assumed his usual procedure for getting ready.

"Don't you think it's a little creepy that I'm getting dressed and your just sitting here watching me," Connor says glancing over his shoulder as he searches for something to wear.

"It's only weird if you make it weird," Trenton says flashing that annoying grin again.

Once dressed, Connor peer out of his room and listens.

Nothing.

"I don't know what more I expected," Connor says loudly and of course was greeted with silence.

He angrily grabbed the car keys from the kitchen and stomped outside.

They rode to school, but still they were already going to be late. They entered the back entry of the school that was never locked and sprinted down the hallway.

Unfortunately, rounding a corner he bumped straight into Mrs. Peters.

"Mr. Rose," she says drawing out the end of his name.