Beautiful Day

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Mike’s POV

          Stupid Chester. What the hell was he doing? Dave wouldn’t even let him talk to him last night and now it was noon and the other man wasn’t home. Mike sighed. He had finally gotten a day off from Fort Minor but Chester wasn’t even home to share it with. So where the fuck was he? Was he still at Dave’s? A feeling of jealousy sprung to life. Of course he’d go to Dave. It was always Dave. Dave could make Chester feel safe and that’s what made him angry at times. He was supposed to do that. That was his job. He was supposed to be the person that Chester went to if he was upset. Not Dave. He sat down on the couch. He wondered if Chester would be back tonight or not. He got up and started to pace the house. He walked into their room and sighed softly. He wasn’t going to just make Chester appear. He glanced around and found that pile laying on the other man’s dresser. He started to slowly shuffle through the papers. A lot of them were just lyric sheets that they’d made into songs. There were a couple newspaper articles about them. He sighed as he saw the one from two years ago. The one where he’d proposed to Chester. He moved it aside and then saw a paper with writing on it. He took it and leaned back.

          I don’t know what I did wrong. Is there some reason that I don’t know about? Is that why everyone hates me? I didn’t think I did anything. I think the smoking is helping. The cigarettes get rid of it all. I feel so good. It’s bad though. I should stop. So many people have been dying from doing drugs lately. I don’t know if I want to end up like them. I wish I could talk to someone. I wish someone could help me and take away the pain. It’s getting to be too much. I met that guy today. What’s his name……Phoenix. That’s what he calls himself. He said he didn’t think I was a bad guy. I don’t know if this is some sort of joke or set up but it kind of made me happy. Didn’t last long though. He didn’t try and help me when a couple kids beat me up after lunch. I wonder if Mike is different too. I saw him running around with his friends the other day and he looks so different. I wish I was part of that. But then again, I don’t know why he’d ever want me around him in the first place. I’m just stupid. This whole paragraph is a waste of time. Fuck you paper. Fuck writing. Fuck my music. I don’t care about it anymore. I just want to get better. I just want someone to care.

 

          Mike sighed as he folded up the paper. Chester always wrote the most emotional things ever. He could never read them without getting upset. He looked down and taped to the bottom was anther receipt for cigarettes. Three packs. And a lighter. He put the paper back and then looked down at the last paper. It was a light sketch. He couldn’t make it out at first but the caption underneath it clarified what he had thought it could’ve been. It was him. The picture was dated back to the year that they were in ninth grade. He remembered because he was pretty sure Chester had been in his art class that year. He’d actually sat near him. He looked at the picture. It was of him leaning against a locker with a hat pulled down over his eyes. He had his hands shoved into hi pockets and his jacket was halfway zipped, just like he’d always done. Chester had captured everything. He heard the door downstairs open and he set the picture down. It was close to one now. Chester had some explaining to do.

          “Well look who decided to show up.”

          “Look who kicked me out,” Chester replied.

          “Don’t get all mouthy with me.”

          “Yes dad,” Chester rolled his eyes and Mike snarled at him.