'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in you hands
And breathe, just breathe,
Whoa breathe, just breathe
"Bryce and I have been friends since the third grade. And friendship, it can be this really powerful thing. And friendship is complicated. You find yourself doing things you never thought you'd do.
Because friendship, you commit to it.
No matter what."
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"Alex?" Mrs. Standall knocked on Alex's locked bedroom door the next morning as Zach and I stood behind her. My fingers nervously tapped against my leg as I watched her try to get her son to answer. The text messages that he had sent Zach last night burned into my mind.
"Alex!" Zach stepped forward as he pounded his own fist against the flimsy wood.
"Let me," I cleared my throat as I pulled my wallet out of my bag, grabbing an old gift card from one of the slots. "No sense in busting the frame."
"You know how to do that?" I could hear the disbelief in Zach's voice clear as day as I carefully slid the card between the door and the frame, making sure not to let it drop.
"Jeff had a habit of locking himself out of his bedroom when we were younger," I shared as I heard the satisfying sound of the lock popping. "I can also do it with spoons, Q-tips, and hangers."
"Noted," Zach mused as he helped me up to my feet before leading the way into the bedroom. Inside we were greeted by the sight of Alex still laying in bed. "Alex!"
"What? I'm awake," Alex sat up quickly as he looked around at the three of us. "Hey, guys."
"Hey, guys?" Zach scoffed. "Did you not just hear us pounding on your door?"
"I don't know. I must've fallen asleep," Alex shrugged.
"Alexander Dean Standall." Mrs. Standall frowned as she spotted a bag of Sour Patch Kids on her son's desk. "What is this? Do you know the damage these things can do to your health?"
"The only damage they do is to the roof of your mouth, Mom," Alex rolled his eyes at his mother's dramatics while I had to bite back a smile.
"Well, we're back to a healthy breakfast," she told her son. "Zach, Penny, you're both welcome to join."
"Thank you, Mrs. Standall." I faked a smile as we watched the woman make her way out of the room, taking the bag of candy with her.
"What's the big emergency?" Alex looked between Zach and I once his mother was gone.
