Cloud Association: Pretty Boy Psycho

Pretty Persona

After two days I have finally found an opening to slip off on my own. It's been quiet round the house. When I say quiet I mean no Thunders have tried to storm through the windows. We've even been on our patrol duties. Midnight must have bigger concerns than wanting to capture Geordie this week.

Casey's spent a lot of time shut away in his room. He doesn't seem to want much company. When I try to talk to him he ends up rambling on about how his life is over because his friends have ditched him. I suggested he go back to school; he refuses to go.

I push up my hood as I approach the skate park. Sunshine takes to the sky, so attention isn't drawn to us. I lean into the railings watching Frankie roll down slopes while Milo practises rail slides. The energy that used to be here feels as though it's been sucked away. They look bored as though skateboarding is a routine they are forced to do every day.

"I hope you're happy," I call to them as I shake the railings.

Frankie drifts right over to me. "If Casey's sending you letters, Cloudy, don't blame me. I told him he was being a creepy stalker."

"You told him what?!" I exclaim. Okay bring it back me. "No wonder he's stopped coming to school. Poor Case."

"Come again?"

"I said poor Case." I walk through the gate, invading their park. "I need to tell you something but if I do it cannot leave this skate park. You have to double pinkie swear you'll keep my secret."

Milo comes over to us. "A Cloudy secret?"

"Of sorts. Will you keep it?"

"If it gets you to go away quicker and won't incriminate us or our safety in any way, we promise to keep your secret," says Frankie.

I brush down my hood. "Casey Hillcrest does not tell lies." I tuck my hair behind my ears. "It's my fault you fell out with him."

"Blonde." Frankie sniggers. "No wonder he's stalking you. He has a fetish for blonde boys."

"Yes, I am aware he's physically attracted to blonde hair just like you can't keep me away from a naughty smile but that's not the point."

Frankie isn't looking at me properly. All he sees is my hair. At least Milo is more observant. "Has a fetish for one blonde in particular."

My serious face relaxes into a smile. "I hope so I really do. We made up. You'll be happy to know he's safe. We're living together which might be taking things fast but it's the best solution seen as his parents would never accept us. I wanted you to know I'm sorry for the confusion. I'm the liar not him."

Frankie stares at me in shock. "Alex Harlington, right?"

I roll up my sleeves. Show them my wrists. "See I didn't get so depressed I slit my wrists. Neither was I kidnapped by Thunders."

Milo pokes my cheek. "Bro, he's real."

"You can't tell. Logistics would be furious. They spent a lot of their valuable time trying to locate me. Not that I'm here about me." I look to Frankie. "Casey misses hanging out with you. You three are totes special together."

"We miss him too," says Milo.

"Shut up," sneers Frankie.

"We do. Where are you living? I'll visit him."

"It's quite a trek from the ground. I couldn't give you accurate directions."

"Meaning he has no intentions of telling you where they are located."

"It's a handsome house in the middle of Surrey behind two hills. You should definitely visit sometime. Please don't shut him out. He's having a difficult time. I bet he didn't mention he never made it to Bloomsbury. I found him suspended from the ceiling of a dilapidated tower block."