He had to get it right. It was an important day. It was the day that Xzavier would save his best friend. They discussed the plan multiple times. There was no way that he would forget anything now and he was determined to get it done as smoothly as possible. He was only 26 seconds exactly away from picking up the phone. He had 26, now 22 seconds to stop his hands from shaving. So he sat down on his couch, closing his eyes while every thought in his mind raced and his heartbeat went by five times faster than a second did. His phone was resting in his right hand, ready to be used. It was six seconds now, four, three, two,- Xzavier opened his phone. Now was the exact time. He needed to get in action and started the first part of the plan: Dialing the three important numbers. It could even be the most important three numbers of his life: 911. His hands were still shaking, but he managed to dial the numbers and press on call. It didn't take long before the phone was picked up, so Xzavier brought it to his ear. "911, what is your emergency?" He took a deep breath. "Hear me out. My dear friend Mak broke both her kneecaps. She's in heavy pain, but I know how to let the pain go away. I really need to see her and I'm so scared she'll die before I get there if I run now! I need a bus. I need a bus right here in front of my house to drive me to her, okay?" he said as calm as possible, yet faking a deep worry in his voice. Although, the worry wasn't completely fake. He did, in fact, need to get to Mak as quickly as he could. He heard a shocked sigh at the other end of the phone. "I'm so sorry to hear, we're not allowed to send a bus for this, but I think your friend does need you. We'll send you a bus," he voice said and Xzavier started grinning immediately. He gave the exact location and hung up the phone. That was the first part.
He wasn't done calling people though. This phone call was just as important. He started dialing the numbers he got. "3 527 911 999". It was the phone number of the reason why this day was happening. When he was sure that it was ringing, he brought the phone to his ear, waiting for the douchebag to pick up the phone. That didn't take long, though. "Hello Evan here, who am I talking to?" he heard the shitvoice saying. Xzavier could smell, through the phone, that this wasn't a good person. "My name is Xzavier, do not ask how I got your number." It was quiet for a bit. "Hello Xzavier." "Hi Evan." "Hey Xzavier." "Hello Evan. "Hi Xzavier." "Nice to meet you, Evan." "Hello Xza-" He got interrupted by Xzavier speaking up again. "Meet me in the park as soon as possible." He didn't give Evan a chance to reply. After all, it wasn't a question but an order. And he knew that Evan would follow it.
Now, it couldn't be much longer until the bus would arrive. He ran upstairs. His bag was waiting for him already. He needed to change real quick, and that's what he did. The bikini he put on was cute. No one could ever disagree with that. It was baby-blue with a darker line around it. Every girl would look cute in it, but Xzavier.. Yeah, that was a whole new level of hot. Xzavier didn't exactly know how to think of it, but if this was needed to save Mak, he did it without a doubt.
When he heard the sound of a vehicle arriving outside, he knew it was time for the next step. He grabbed his bag and ran downstairs, almost tripping over his own legs. When he felt the fresh air from outside he immediately regretted agreeing on the bikini. But it was way too late to turn back now as the bus had just arrived. When he got to the bus, he stared at the bus driver. He looked back and their looks went back and forth, 4 times exactly. Then, he got onto the bus. There were even passengers in it. Something that surprised him. But it didn't matter. He needed to make clear what the plan was to the bus driver. Not the entire plan, of course. Only the plan that he needed the bus driver for. He inhaled loudly and started yelling, only to shock himself again. That was definitely not English. Apparently, the bus driver was shocked as well. Xzavier took advantage of that though, and kept yelling in the language he figured must be Russian. He had no idea what he was yelling exactly, but it sounded very impressive.
After a few angry speeches, Xzavier took a deep breath. He needed oxygen. "Okay, so basically, you need to hit him at EXACTLY 73.5mph. Seriously, on the dot," he said after a bit, leaving the bus driver gasping. He was petrified for sure. "In the park. Go, don't waste a second." Xzavier didn't sit down. He had to keep standing and watch everything. His nose could already smell the presence of Evan and it made him mad. Seriously mad, from both the inside and the outside. The bus started driving and it didn't take long for them to arrive at the park. And there he was. Standing, all alone. Everyone knew he was a loner bag of shit. They weren't allowed to take the bus into the park, but it didn't matter. They had to right now. It was from important matter.
Evan didn't see the bus coming. He was probably drowning in his own thoughts- Thoughts about Mak. They needed to be destroyed. Mak, after all, was a beautiful person. She could only use real, loyal and lovely people in her life. Evan was definitely not the right one for Mak and it was obvious. The bus drove faster and faster. Xzavier looked closely and once he saw them hitting the 73.5mph he smiled. They were exactly at the right speed now and only a small bit away from the boy. Before Xzavier could even blink, he heard the sound that was formed by Evan's body smacking against the bus. And he didn't just fall on the ground, no. He got launched into the air. His body wasn't even dead. He only got launched, but hard enough to get deleted from the city. It was easy. Xzavier nodded in an agreement with himself. He did this too, he was already done with the first part of the plan.
When the bus finally stopped driving at the high speed, Xzavier looked into the eyes of the bus driver. He wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk on his face. He was proud, to say at least. The bus driver didn't seem as amused though. He reached his hands down and stood up. Xzavier didn't know how to react at what he then saw at first. He was traumatized. The bus driver didn't hesitate a second and he wiped something out. It was massive. Fucking huge. Xzavier bit his lip. It was long, Jesus Christ it was long. He stared at the bus driver's middle finger for seconds. How did he dare to flip him off?! Xzavier finally decided how he had to react. He definitely had to get mad at him. So that's what he did. He walked closer to the bus driver, punching him. Hard. Xzavier reached to the bus driver and somehow, grabbed his ear, leaving the bus driver whining in pain. But that wasn't enough. He felt the anger he had towards Evan, coming up inside of him. He turned his free hand into a fist and smashed it into the nose of the nameless bus driver. It got him knocked out immediately. Blood spread over the floor, but the passengers seemed to enjoy it.
The park was close to school, so Xzavier didn't bother to drive the bus. He needed to get to Mak as quickly as he could. Mak, of course, had no broken kneecaps. Although she was being very weird about her kneecaps lately. But that was typically Mak on Crack. When Xzavier arrived at school he knew it was time to grab his bag. It only had a few things in it; most of the space was taken by his Sombrero. That sombrero was extremely important though. It was from 1954 and it was probably one of the things keeping him alive. Mak had told him that there would be a sombrero competition at school that that and he genuinely hoped it was just a joke Mak came up with during MakOnCrack hours, but no. It seemed to be extremely real. Everywhere there were teenagers walking around with all different kinds of sombreros. There were even multiple signs telling that anyone without a sombrero would get shot. Wow, they were taking the competition serious. Xzavier took a last took at himself. BikiniBoy. Hot. He put on the sombrero and mentally prepared for the last part of The Plan.
Making his way in was easy. Of course, he got some looks. A lot, actually. But Xzavier was sure that it was only a compliment. He was looking beautiful after all. He didn't have a hard time recognizing Mak. Her pink her was even visible from under her sombrero and ah yeah, her sombrero. It was a special one. 1932 to be exact. Xzavier smiled proudly. He knew Mak would probably have a harder time recognizing him, but that wasn't a worry. He studied a perfect dance to catch Mak's attention and confirm it was him. He could almost hear the female voice singing the terrible yet amazing song while he started dancing, and g o d he was going for it. The Hokey Pokey was one of the only dances Xzavier really had feelings for.
Mak turned around and her face brightened up when he recognized the dance. She walked into Xzavier's direction and started doing jazz hands. Xzavier nodded intensively. That was Mak's confirmation that she saw him, and that it's really her. They only had to complete a few last moves to get to the ending of The Plan. Mak bent over to touch Xzaviers knee, after which Xzavier touched Mak's shoulder. He carefully touched the 1932 sombrero and as a response, Mak touched his 1954 sombrero. It was smooth and fast. They grabbed each other's hand,
And together they walked home.
