2007
"Are you supposed to have that?"
"God, stop worrying so much, Alfie, my dad says I can play with it all I want"
"Didn't you just go to hospital for playing with your dad's lighter?"
"Yeah. It was only a lil' burn though, see?" Luca held out a hand toward the smaller, brown haired boy.
"It's all gone, plus i'm gonna be real safe with this, it's my dad's pocket knife and he wants it back when i'm done"
"When you're done what?"
"Playing with it"
"No! If my mum finds out we were playing with a knife it's all i'll ever hear about for weeks."
The taller, red haired boy held the blade up against his cheek.
"Are you scaared? I'm not scared" He said.
"Hey— I know you're not scared- put it down!" Alfie tried to reach his hands out to grab the handle. Luca pulled back and laughed at him.
"Hey— Hey," Luca said, trying to get Alfie's full attention before he sliced the blade down his cheek, bright, warm, red blood oozed out of the cut he made, he had cut pretty deep.
Alfie screamed pretty loud, the two of them watching the blood pour out onto the white snow. Luca stumbled back and soon passed out, Alfie rushed to his side and held onto him as he yelled out for his parents.
Present, 2020
"Yeah, no, it started leaking a few hours ago. i've been trying to fix it myself."
Alfie held the phone against his ear, he stood up and looked out of the window at the empty street a little down from his house.
"What, so, you, with no experience in repairing things at all, tried to fix the sink?"
"It's only a small leak, Seth, i figured it couldn't be too hard"
"Even though you made it worse?"
"I didn't want to call a plumber or whatever fixes sinks, pah" he waved his hand, even though he couldn't see him.
"You're an idiot"
He brushed his hand through his short, green hair, and blew raspberries. He heard a knock on the door, followed by frantic banging.
"Fuck, someone's at the door."
"Are you expecting anyone?"
"No." Alfie sighed, he tiptoed over to the front door, which he always hated answering no matter who it was or what reason. He looked through the peep hole.
"...I'll call you later." Alfie said into the phone, as he looked at the person, before he hung up, frantically opening the door.
"Luca? didn't your mum have to take you back to hospital?"
"She was, but guess what happened?" Luca lifted his shirt to reveal a completely clean and untouched stomach, no wounds, scrapes, bruises, or anything. Nothing like the state it was in the previous night. His father was out of control, and thought a blade to the stomach would teach him a lesson.
"Before we could even get to the hospital, the hole just closed up completely!" Luca had the widest grin on his face.
"That's not possible. Are you trying to say you're immortal or something?"
Luca shrugged. "Mum wanted to take us to the cop station so I ran here. I don't trust 'em."
"I know you don't trust them. You're always talking about that, idiot"
"Luca? What the fuck?" Alfie looked down at the familiar face. 2 years. it had been 2 years since Alfie had even heard from him.
"Alfie, I came here as quick as I could."
"As quick as you could? 2 years is as quick as you could get here?" He had that look on his face, the one Luca hated. The one Alfie made at him whenever he pissed him off.
"Don't look at me like that! you have to come with me, we have to go back to Russia."
"Ah—- hell no. What? Where have you been all this time!?"
"I don't have any time to explain. They're watching, Alfie."
"...You're crazy. Come inside."
Alfie grabbed the smaller one by the arm and pulled him inside, closing the door after him.
"I guess-..." Luca started
"-You have some explaining to do?" Alfie interrupted him.
"No.....?"
Alfie gave him the look again, and gestured for him to sit down, Luca obliged and sat on the couch, looking around the place.
"Hm.." he said to himself, as if he was judging Alfie's home.
"Now I think about it...how did you even find me? I moved here after you left."
"Well, of course I originally went to your big ol' mansion, but Stan said you guys disbanded and gave me your address" Luca said in a mock-whiny tone.
"Yeah. I wasn't really feeling the whole 'Rock Band' thing after my best friend left me"
Luca sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I didn't leave by choice, Alfie, I'd never leave you...willingly...or whatever" He shrugged, his voice trailing off toward the end.
Alfie crossed his arms. "Then why did you?"
