Lost in time G.D E.D

Part 38

Most teenagers spend their week nights playing videogames, or catching up on homework, or even just watching tv.

Nope, not me.

Instead I'm helping Ethan and Grayson break into Nick smiths house.

Despite being friends with them for a few months they told me all about their little Missions.

I never knew about them the first time we met and they only told me about one, the time we were best friends decades ago. On Halloween in 1997 the boys hid on a roof and shot little kids with BB guns. Now I'm learning of more shit they did.

Ethan claims that in freshman year he, Gray, Zach, Patrick, and Nick were all friends. It was a more casual friendship until they met Chris. After that they hardly talked to Nick.

While Gray and Patrick remained friends he also started working at Pizzajacks where Chris got closer.

"Fucking Nick, with his annoying fucking laugh. Nothings that funny Nick," Ethan mutters annoyed as he super glues their front door lock.

Gray stands behind him playing with a lighter while I stand close behind him paranoid.

"I'm gonna tell him Patrick did this. Since he wants to be a punk bitch," Ethan whispers still.

"Dude shut up, we gotta listen," Grayson mutters back.

"All of this over a stupid car ride?" I huff and pull my hoodie tighter, shivering in the cooler spring air.

"Its not stupid," Ethan rolls his eyes.

"Liv shh, you agreed to do this," Grayson scolds me. I always thought he was more level headed, I was wrong.

"Lets get the back door," Ethan whispers and creeps away. We follow him slowly and quiet until we get to the backyard. Bushes line from the front to the back and the backyard is full of bushes and flowers.

Looking at the lighter in Grayson's hand, and the lighter fluid in Ethan's pocket I can only imagine how bad this will turn out.

"Alright its glued shut, ready Gray? Liv?" Ethan asks.

Gray nods and tears strips of paper. Ethan gets the two flasks of lighter fluid out and starts pouring it all over the plants in the back and up the bushes by the side of their house.

I shake my head as Grayson lights a piece of paper on fire and lights up the bushes. An orange glow illuminates my horrified face as the flames burst around the house and into the backyard.

Before we can get caught, Grayson quickly scoops me up into his arms and carries me as he chases Ethan down the street to the BMW we parked blocks away.

We drive the opposite way as a firetruck drives passes us.

"What a shame, it could have burned nicely," Ethan comments as we drive towards my appartment. I sit quietly in the backseat I was thrown into and I sulk. I only agreed to follow them out here to witness what they did, and maybe if I fail I can stop it in another timeline.

The idea of them lighting the outside of a house on fire doesn't shock me. No cruelity could surprise me from these two boys. I just wish I could change them for the better.

"We can't stay the night, since I'm still on probation," Ethan mocks the final word.

"I could stay with her, I just have to drop you off," Grayson reminds.

"That's not fucking fair, if I can't stay with her then you shouldn't either," Ethan spits bitterly.

"Don't I get a say?" I ask annoyed.

"No," they say together and I cross my arms pissed off.

"You always fucking do this E, you gotta make everything about you," Grayson complains.

"You're hogging her. When was the last time I was alone with Liv?" Ethan responds.

"I don't fucki-" I try to interrupt.

"Who cares? She likes me more," Grayson decides for me.

"Excuse me?" I look at him shocked.

"No she fucking doesn't," Ethan ignores me,

"I'm way better, she bought me a playstation," He really just said the playstation I bought was his? I got it for them both to spend more time at my house.

"Have you seen how excited she is to wear my duster? I've never seen her ask for yours," Grayson retaliates.

"You practically force it onto her if its colder than 50 degrees!"

Grayson grins,
"Have you ever slept in her bed?"

"Stop it! Both of you!" I scream as we pull in front of my apartment,

"Fuck you both, its not a contest," I get out and they both whine,

"C'mon Liv, who do you like better?"

"I like Patrick," I slam the door shut and stomp to the porch. I look back at them still yelling at each other in the car and I slam the front door shut. Since its already 4 am I decide to just stay up and get ready for school.

I leave before Grayson usually gets there and walk.

Trevor and Patrick see me on the way and pick me up. I decide not to tell Patrick about what Ethan said since obviously I don't want to be caught for what they did last night.

I also don't want them to get caught either. Since I saved Grayson in January he has no police record yet.

And we're working on Ethan's arrest record now. I want to keep them as calm as possible so they can graduate next year.

Hopefully they are done fighting over my friendship today so things can go back to normal.

We get to school and Trevor goes inside while Patrick and I go over to the smokers pit.

We find Tori and an exhausted Nick smoking together already.

"Steve and Tori broke up," Patrick whispers as we walk.

"Whoa, I thought they were perfect together," I act surprised, I remember dancing with them at every '98 valentines day dance.

Many timelines including me comforting Tori after the break up. If it wasn't my mother, it was me, this time Sammy took the honor.

"Hey Liv, hey Patrick," Tori waves at us as we sit on the bench next to them.

"Hi Tori, hey Nick, are you okay?" I ask concerned.

"Someone lit our bushes on fire last night, and they fucked up our doors, the fire department had to come out," he wipes his eyes tired. "

"I'm sorry, I hope you're all okay,"

"We're fine, the house is a little burnt, my moms pissed about her plants,"

"I remember how she took care of them," Patrick lights a cigarette and shakes his head.

"She got worse over the years dude, you haven't seen her in a few years," Nick shrugs. I didn't realize these two drifted apart so bad as well. After we finish our cigs we head inside and a guidence councelor immediatly sworms us.

"Miss.Arch, please get to class. Mr.Brown, we need to talk," he tells him.

"Why?" I ask annoyed.

"Now Miss.Arch," he insists.

"Go on," Patrick shrugs and follows him away. I sigh and head to theater, hoping Patrick won't take the fall for what the boys did.