[[WARNING: TALK OF SUICIDE AND SUICIDE ATTEMPT]]
Ant: Gasoline, when you read this, I'll probably be gone by then. But I just wanna let you know that you are/were the reason I woke up, you and Kat. No, I'm not "in love". I just really appreciate our friendship. I better waste no more time. I just drank some pills and I'm crying so I can't see well. Thank you for our friendship. Goodbye, Gasoline.
Sent 5:58
Gasoline: H-huh?!
Gasoline: N-No!!
Gasoline: Don't!!
Gasoline: Whatever is bothering you, you can tell me!
Ant: ... No
Gasoline: ANT!! PLEASE DON'T!!
Gasoline's P.O.V
I exited my messages, to look for an actual number or account to help. Then, I realize, I'm tearing up. I just couldn't stop looking for an account. After what seemed like FOREVER (only 2 minutes-) I found something. And Ant texted me.
Ant: What even is the point?! My parents hate me, my siblings hate me, I have fake friends. What is the point?!
"There is a point!"
I thought as I looked back at the number I found. His best friend since childhood. Kat.
Bingo.
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The Wrong "Tip"
Teen FictionChris receives a tip from the bar while he's working. What happens when that tip leads to a bunch of new unexpected things? boyxboy if you don't like it- uh- don't read :)
