It has been a few weeks, and I’ve been hanging out with Reeve even more than usual. The fear and wariness are still there, but those feelings are being drowned by the fact that absolutely nothing malicious has happened so far. The worst we’ve done is drink some cheap beer, and we’re both eighteen, so who cares? She’s just a normal girl like all of the others at school. I mean, she isn’t exactly the girliest personality wise, but if you ask me, that’s a plus. If she was a normal girl then I’d be dropping so much spaghetti I could feed an entire Italian village for years. That being said, you’d think I would have worked the courage to ask about her past encounters with the law, right? Nope. Not a fucking chance. Nah. I don’t even know what I’m afraid of at this point, maybe that I’d want to stop spending time with her if it was true? That would be a good thing, right? My whole plan was to coast through what remained of school unseen by everyone, so dumping her ass should be something I’d want to do gleefully, right? … Ffffuck man, I don’t even know what to think anymore, why did things have to be so… Complicated? Tch, whatever, might as well focus on Mister Jingo’s assignment, that oughta take my mind off of things for a while. “...And that’s how this is done, are you following me so far Anon?” And by that I mean let Fang tutor me. “Yeah, somehow I’m actually starting to get the hang of this.” She smugly looks at me, but I can see that she seems proud of all the progress I’ve made so far. I’ve no idea where she found the patience to deal with me for this long, this girl’s a saint. Never thought I’d end up becoming friends with a basket case such as her, not like I’m any better, but compared to me she is broken. The amount of eggshells I walk around while talking to her is rather impressive, even the mere implications of “wrongthink” is enough to send her into hysterics. Being her friend is… a chore. I know that it’s a terrible thing to say, but I can’t just bear to fake a smile every time and pretend everything is ok when she goes on her usual tirades because I “mistakenly” called her a girl. Trish enables her delusions, damn trigger is probably the reason she is like this. Reed is simply content with just… Existing, no thoughts, no opinions, he simply is. Useless. Naser can’t even do anything without being shouted at. Naomi actively makes things worse, I’m starting to wonder if it’s on purpose. Whoever Fang really is, she’s currently trapped in her own head, a puppet in her own body. I know how this’ll end, better be friends with the future school shooter. I have no reason to live, and don’t have the courage to die. Pathetic. “Y’know Fang I’ve been wondering, seeing that you are so good with the guitar why don’t you…” School came and went like it always does, the only left for me to do at school now is wait for Reeve to appear. “Yo Anon!” There she is, grinning from ear to ear, did something good happen? “Dude, look at this shit!” She points wildly to a coupon in her hand. I just noticed she’s not wearing her coat, but a tank top. … Damn, it’s like looking at Trish if she had the proportions of a normal person instead of a midget. I can see a bit of chub on her abdomen, countered by her arms, massive enough to break me in half if she so wanted. I remember reading on a Welsh sheep appreciation forum that this is the kind of body somebody develops if they wanted to wrestle bears in the forest. I thought she just liked to wear baggy clothes, turns out she’s actually… ahem… shapely. “Hell yeah dude, I’m also droolin’ thinking about Moe’s pizza!” “Uh? Whu?” Drooling? Pizza? Moe? I quickly wipe the drool off my face, God this is really fucking embarassing. Anyway, she must have won a free meal to this Moe, lucky. “Wanna come with me, man?” “Hmm? Where?” “To eat the pizza dumbass!” “What kinda loser eats pizza alone?” …Me. “I’d feel terrible going to a restaurant alone!” …Yeah. “C’mon Anon, buddy, don’t let me go there alone like a loser!” “Ok ok I get it, I’ll come with you, just let me repay you for-” “Nonsense, I’m not wasting a dime thanks to this beauty, so why should you?” “I-I just…” “Well alright-” She runs up to me and puts me in a really tight bear hug. “Thanks man, I swear I won’t forget it!” I can’t breathe. I CAN’T BREATHE! I CAN’T- Finally she released me, just before I lost consciousness. I-I think I really almost died there… “C’mon dude follow me, we’re going there right now!” “R-right now?” “Yup, let’s go!” “J-*wheeze* just gimme a moment here…” “Uh? Why are you-” “Oh! Shit man, sorry about that, guess I got too excited.” “Don’t worry about it, just be gentle next time, ok?” After regaining my bearings I got up and followed the girl to this “Moe’s” place, she’s really excited to go there. This guy’s pizza must be insane. Wait, it’s just the two of us, in a restaurant eating together. … Is this a date? … UGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! DEFCON 3! I REPEAT DEFCON 3 IS ACTIVE! PLEASE REMAIN CALM, THIS IS J-J-JUST TWO FRIENDS EATING PIZZA TOGETHER, NOT A DATE! I SLOWLY CAlm down, this isn’t a date, Reeve just didn’t want to eat pizza alone. It’s fine, this is fine. … God, help me or I’m gonna get a heart attack before the night ends… I will use this space to tell you not to expect a chapter next week. Work's gonna be hellish, even more then usual, so I'll probably die the moment I return home instead of writing. That's it, see ya.