Scream Reality (Jastin BoyxBoy)

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Jason

My heart skipped at a fast pace as I ran after Justin and Chaz - both running meters ahead with the only flashlight we had. My hand tightening around a plastic bag Justin handed to me as we snuck out of my fathers house earlier.

I grew annoyed at how they randomly decided to race each other down the old abandoned tracks - I don't even remember why we're here...

Justin said something about starting a new leaf... But to be fair, he smoked quite a bit and was off his face, high.

"Slow the fuck down, Flash!" I snapped, not so coordinated as I stumbled over a rail line.

"Sorry Jase," Justin called back, stopping himself from running further away.

Chaz laughed, looking back at me, "Weren't you an athlete?"

"Ha ha, I'm not sober." I grumbled, stomping to them like a grumpy toddler.

Justin grinned at me, "We're nearly there, so I need that bag."

I nodded, handing him the plastic bag I had carried with me.

"What's in there, anyway? Snacks I hope." Chaz murmured, shivering a bit.

We all left in such a rush we forgot to grab jackets. Hell, I'm shirtless.

Justin was smart enough to keep his jumper on - although, it kind of resembled a jumper I lost a while ago...

I smiled to myself at the thought of Justin stealing my jumper and wearing it. It was sweet.

Like chocolate cake - yeah, I'm hungry.

Justin cleared his throat, "I'll show you when we get there."

"Where's there? You still haven't told us what we're doing." I hummed, walking along side Justin as we continued the little journey.

"You might not want me to do it." Justin mumbled, facing the torch towards a few carriages, "It'll sound dumb."

"We're high as fuck, walking down a dark railway track, we already stupid." Chaz laughed, then sighed.

I nodded, "Yeah, whatever it is, we're already dumb."

"God, don't repeat me." Chaz whined.

Justin began to slow down his walking as he reached a carriage surrounded by a few more.

He hesitated as he walked closer to it, shining the torch at the opening.

"It smells like shit in there," Chaz muttered, walking up to it without an issue.

He climbed on, looking around the area.

"Get out of it," Justin mumbled, pointing the torch at a broken lightbulb.

He nodded to himself as Chaz jumped out, watching Justin with curiosity.

Justin proceeded to pull out a packet of matches and lighter fluid from the plastic bag, causing me to grow concerned.

"Are you setting it on fire? Are you insane? You're high, give me that!" I snapped out of annoyance.