ALOL:Ch2-AFriendComesToHelp

Silence had filled the house to what seemed like hours for the male in despair, yet, in reality, barely a minute flew by before he went up the stairs towards to second floor of the house. The wooden stairs creaked beneath his every step until he reached the top of the stairs where he just stood and stared straight ahead. There wasn’t anything there, just a wall where he was staring blankly thinking about everything that had lead up to the break-up.

What had he said? He couldn’t even recall the words she had said, or the movement she had to tell him she was getting mad with what he was doing. All he remembered was watching someone on television, watching the group of males as they sang their song during a concert. Was it that she had gotten mad over? The fact his attention was off her and on the television?

Thinking about her brought anger to his relaxed face. His hands clenched into fists as he narrowed his eyes and took a turn to the right, a U turn if you would. He stomped down the hall and into the bedroom, which was his. Looking around, he didn’t know what he was going to do in order to relieve his anger that he received from the thoughts of the break-up.

The sound of shattering glass was the next thing to end his screams of anger as they had picked up once more. The only thing that was near him had been a vase containing water and flowers, his mother had placed it there to bring some coloured to the black coloured bedroom.

His pale gaze searched the room as he walked over to the phone sitting there. From where he stood, a glass cup blocked the way to the phone, so with a swipe of his hand, it fell to the ground, smashing into millions of pieces that scattered across the hardwood floors.

Picking up the phone that rested in the white receiver, he stared down at the phone now clasped in his hand. The grey numbers seemed to be so foreign as he went to dial his best friend’s number. He hadn’t dialed the numbers since he met whom he thought was the one for him. Yet, here he was, dialing the one whom had walked off on him because of her.

The last button was pushed and he brought the white coloured cordless phone to his ear. The ringing was the only thing he heard, the house was a deadly silent as he swallowed hard and waited for his best friend to pick up the phone. Something told him his friend knew it was him, and wasn’t going to pick up the phone. On the 5th ring, he decided to just hang up. Yet, as he brought the phone away, someone’s voice rung through the phone.

‘Hello?’ A smile was brought to his face even in this time of sorrow. Sniffling, he wiped the tears the stung his eyes.

“Mark… I need to talk to you. Think you can drop by my house?” He asked as he waited for a reply from him. There was no reason for him to say yes, not after the way he had treated him. The pause was long as his friend seemed to be thinking. As soon as he went to add more, he answered his question.

‘I’ll be right there.’ He told him as he hung up the phone with no goodbyes said or anything. Just like that, when he needed his friend the most, no matter how badly he had treated him, he was coming over to comfort him. Though he didn’t know he was needed for comfort, he still came on his free will.

He needed them right now, more than ever, and now he noticed just how great of a friend he actually was for coming over. As he waited, he thought about how badly he had treated him. If there was a time to apologize, it was now, and he would do it as soon as Mark arrived at his house. Being neglected wasn’t fun, especially when it was by a friend you knew since you were in kinder-garden, first day of school… 18 years of your life.

The sound of the doorbell soon sounded and he jumped, startled from the sudden loud noise. Mark got here so fast, a little too fast perhaps. He didn’t care, nor did he linger on the thought of it any longer. He got up from the seat he had just taken on his bed and rushed down the stairs and to the front door. As soon as he opened it, there stood the dirty blonde haired boy, with brown eyes.

‘What do you want Arith?’