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Frank
School was slow. By the time lunch rolled around I had been shoved into several lockers, and called a fag at least 15 times. I had decided to just skip the rest of school today; I couldn’t deal with my sad sorry life today.
On the way out the school doors, my eyes laid on the sandy haired hazel eyed boy that I had fallen for. “Hey, Frankie, where you headed aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Mikey slurred.
He was either high or drunk. “Home, I’m sick of my sad pathetic life, I can’t deal with it today, I just want to be locked in my room for the rest of the day,” I said and started to walk away.
“Wait, Frankie, I-“ he stopped talking as Zach walked out the school doors.
“Mikey, I need some xanax, can you score me some?” Zach asked. Didn’t Zach just score some drugs earlier, right after he and his group of friends were going to beat me up?
I started to walk away. Mikey gave Zach his pills and then ran after me. “Listen sorry about that, I hate that you have to see that, you’re my best friend and you shouldn’t have to see that,” Mikey said hugging me. I could smell the liquor on his breath. I tried not to gag from the smell.
I hated the smell of liquor. I even hated the taste of liquor. “S’okay,” I said pulling away from Mikey. “Now I'm gonna go home and lock myself in my room,” I said.
“Well I’m gonna come with you if that’s all right with you,” Mikey said, I didn’t reply just continued to walk to my house.
Mikey was still gonna come with me, even if I said no, he never left me by myself when I was depressed, sober or not, he always stayed with me. We walked for about 15 minutes before we got to my house, unlocking the door, I walked in.
Mikey followed behind me, shutting the door. I went straight up to my room, all the while Mikey following behind me. “My room is a mess, just to warn you,” I said to Mikey and opened the door to my room.
I’m OCD and being in my messy room was the worst. But I’ve been depressed a lot lately so I haven’t been cleaning anything. Usually my room would be spotless clean with nothing on the floor or out of place, but clothes, books, and CD’s were all over the floor. “Look, Frank, you can’t let them kids get to you like this!” Mikey said.
“I know, Mikey, but it’s hard, they treat me like this for nothing, I’m nice, and I haven’t once said anything mean to them, they just think cause I’m short that they can treat me like a piece of trash, and I just let them walk all over me, cause I’m too nice for my own good,” I said.
“You need to learn how to tell them to fuck off!” Mikey said.
“And the worse thing is, everything they say is true, I am a dirty piece of trash and I don’t deserve to live, I’m nothing but a waste of space!” I yelled to no one in particular.
“Shut up!” Mikey yelled back. “Don’t say that, it’s not true! You are more then that! You are a pretty amazing friend; you are a really awesome guy!” Mikey said.
“I am not, I’m-“ Mikey cut me off by kissing me.
At first my heart fluttered and my breath hitched, and then I pushed him away. As much as I wanted to kiss my best friend, I couldn’t. Mikey was not sober, he didn’t know what he was doing. He was kissing me because he wasn’t sober. If he was sober he wouldn’t be kissing me.
Mikey tried to lean in again to kiss me but I stopped him. “Mikey, don’t! You’re not sober; you’re not thinking clearly, you don’t know what you’re doing right now!” I said and pulled away from him, going to sit at my desk.
School was slow. By the time lunch rolled around I had been shoved into several lockers, and called a fag at least 15 times. I had decided to just skip the rest of school today; I couldn’t deal with my sad sorry life today.
On the way out the school doors, my eyes laid on the sandy haired hazel eyed boy that I had fallen for. “Hey, Frankie, where you headed aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Mikey slurred.
He was either high or drunk. “Home, I’m sick of my sad pathetic life, I can’t deal with it today, I just want to be locked in my room for the rest of the day,” I said and started to walk away.
“Wait, Frankie, I-“ he stopped talking as Zach walked out the school doors.
“Mikey, I need some xanax, can you score me some?” Zach asked. Didn’t Zach just score some drugs earlier, right after he and his group of friends were going to beat me up?
I started to walk away. Mikey gave Zach his pills and then ran after me. “Listen sorry about that, I hate that you have to see that, you’re my best friend and you shouldn’t have to see that,” Mikey said hugging me. I could smell the liquor on his breath. I tried not to gag from the smell.
I hated the smell of liquor. I even hated the taste of liquor. “S’okay,” I said pulling away from Mikey. “Now I'm gonna go home and lock myself in my room,” I said.
“Well I’m gonna come with you if that’s all right with you,” Mikey said, I didn’t reply just continued to walk to my house.
Mikey was still gonna come with me, even if I said no, he never left me by myself when I was depressed, sober or not, he always stayed with me. We walked for about 15 minutes before we got to my house, unlocking the door, I walked in.
Mikey followed behind me, shutting the door. I went straight up to my room, all the while Mikey following behind me. “My room is a mess, just to warn you,” I said to Mikey and opened the door to my room.
I’m OCD and being in my messy room was the worst. But I’ve been depressed a lot lately so I haven’t been cleaning anything. Usually my room would be spotless clean with nothing on the floor or out of place, but clothes, books, and CD’s were all over the floor. “Look, Frank, you can’t let them kids get to you like this!” Mikey said.
“I know, Mikey, but it’s hard, they treat me like this for nothing, I’m nice, and I haven’t once said anything mean to them, they just think cause I’m short that they can treat me like a piece of trash, and I just let them walk all over me, cause I’m too nice for my own good,” I said.
“You need to learn how to tell them to fuck off!” Mikey said.
“And the worse thing is, everything they say is true, I am a dirty piece of trash and I don’t deserve to live, I’m nothing but a waste of space!” I yelled to no one in particular.
“Shut up!” Mikey yelled back. “Don’t say that, it’s not true! You are more then that! You are a pretty amazing friend; you are a really awesome guy!” Mikey said.
“I am not, I’m-“ Mikey cut me off by kissing me.
At first my heart fluttered and my breath hitched, and then I pushed him away. As much as I wanted to kiss my best friend, I couldn’t. Mikey was not sober, he didn’t know what he was doing. He was kissing me because he wasn’t sober. If he was sober he wouldn’t be kissing me.
Mikey tried to lean in again to kiss me but I stopped him. “Mikey, don’t! You’re not sober; you’re not thinking clearly, you don’t know what you’re doing right now!” I said and pulled away from him, going to sit at my desk.
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