Infinite

First Steps

"Howell-Lester Residence."
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This wasn't the first time I had felt like I was stuck in a battle. Every day since I had moved in with Jackie had been spent like this. We would shout at each other, sometimes throw some punches, and then one of us would leave for work. When we came back, there would be more shouting, and sometimes, cold silence.

This was, however, the last time.

"I'm leaving." I said sternly, throwing my hands in the air as if they were little white flags. I shoved past him into our cramped hallway, and moved all the way back into my bedroom.

My anger and frustration seemed to tint everything, even my thoughts, in a dark red. I grabbed my favorite things and shoved them in my personalized tote bag. The faces of my favorite youtubers smiled up at me.

For the first time, it kind of made me uneasy.

"Where will you go? This is all you have remember? I'm all you have!" I grabbed my leather jacket and pulled it on. Jackie was at my doorway now, glaring at me. "Your mom died, your father left you, your brother is out there smoking weed, putting himself into even more debt, and you have no money."

I stared at him. The bag was starting to feel heavy on my shoulder. I adjusted it, but it didn't help.

He was right. I didn't have much money, barely any at all. Working at cafes isn't as glamorous as novels and movies make it seem. They don't pay well, and you're always on your feet.

He smirked. "You have to stay with me."

I snapped. "I don't have to do anything!" I stomped right past him, breathing heavily and angrily. Suddenly our apartment seemed to small. I knew I needed to leave before I had another episode.

I didn't stop to listen to him as I pulled the door open and shut it behind me. I got all the way out of the building before I broke into tears. He was supposed to be my best friend, but he had been acting like an asshole. I didn't understand why we couldn't get along anymore.

I cried more when I realized it must've been my fault. It was my idea, Jackie didn't want to do it. He said it would end up like this. He was right. He was always right.
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It's always your fault.

Not always.

Then why is it you have never had a happy ending?

Because I don't believe in that shit.

Only because you've never had it.

Shut the hell up, alright? Damn.
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I wiped away my tears. People were staring and I hated embarrassing myself. I hated leaving my apartment, period.

I knew I had to do it though. So I pulled out my phone with it's soft case and dialed a number I hadn't dialed in a long time.

"Howell-Lester residence."

"Really Dan? You still pick up your phone like that?"

Laughter. "Only sometimes. What's up Molly?"

I sighed. "My life sucks right now and it's blistering hot outside. The sky is also up, and it's a disgustingly optimistic blue."

I could practically hear his smile as he said, "I was thinking the same thing."

There was a little bit of silence. I imagined him in his bed with Phil, watching Phil scroll through tumblr or Twitter. That's how I had always imagined them. Just soft and domestic.

What I hoped would happen with me and Jackie.

"Can I stay at your place? Pretty please? I'm sure Jackie's locked me out by now and I don't want to go back."

Dan clicked his tongue. "The fight was that bad huh?"

"It wasn't a fight. It was like a full-on battle. With lightsabers and wands and guns and shit."

"That's bad." I rolled my eyes. Obviously.

"Okay, Phil said yes. Do you need me to pick you up?"

I would've jumped for joy, or maybe cried (I'm sure my tear ducts were dry by that point though), but I was still in public, and both of those things would draw attention.

"Yes, thank you so much."

"Anything for you Molly. Send me your location and I'll pick you up."

I hung up after that and texted him my location. Then I just goofed off on my social media, scrolling through IG and liking tweets until Dan arrived.

I wasn't surprised that his car was black. I was, however, surprised it was a corvette. I had almost forgotten how well off Dan and Phil were.

Oh, and I also wasn't surprised to find Phil in the passenger side seat, grinning at me.

"Hey Molly!"

I walked towards the car and hopped in. "Hi Phil. How've you been?"

He turned around to look at me. "Good. I stopped eating Dan's cereal."

I snorted. Dan rolled his eyes but allowed himself to smile a little. "Yeah, he's really growing up fast."

Phil slapped his arm. "Shut up, I'm older than you." Dan shook his head and smiled bigger.

"In his defense, you don't act like it."

Phil gasped dramatically. "Molly!"

"Kidding."

Just the first chapter. I hope you liked it :)