[So, this is going to be the sequel to A New Kid In School. If you are reading this without reading A New Kid In School, it's fine. I don't think you'll need to read it to read this. You may be a bit confused, but it might be okay. Not sure yet. :3 Thanks for reading as we start another adventure! Also, I think I'm going to swap point of views with this one. I think it'll be easier for me that way. Sorry if you don't like that, though. :/]
Felix's P.O.V
I grumbled to myself and rolled over in the bed. Or, well, tried to. Piggeh was blocking my way, so I couldn't roll over. I tried the other way, but I was blocked again by Cry on the other side. I looked at the clock. It was noon, so I wouldn't break hearts if...
"ARG! You guys need to go on a diet!" I said, a bit louder, enough to wake them up, but not enough to scare them. They both shifted, and Piggeh rolled over me, in between Cry and I.
"Maybe it's you who needs the diet." He mumbled before shoving me off the side of the bed.
"Ouff!" I exclaimed, crashing to the floor. I looked up and saw Cry sitting up, scratching his head.
"Or maybe we should just get a bigger bed..." He took the covers off and crawled over Piggeh. Piggeh flipped over, throwing him off, and right on top of me.
"AHG! Dammit, Piggeh!" Cry yelled when he landed.
Piggeh sat up and smirked at us. "Oh, sorry, didn't see you there!~" He sang as he got off the bed.
Cry and I both glared at him as he pranced out of the room. Cry crawled off of me, deep in blush. "Ehehe... Sorry..." He said.
I smiled. "Not your fault. Don't worry about it, Cry!"
We raced each other to the kitchen, where mom was cooking for once in a lifetime. Cry and I exchanged surprised and scared glances. Immediatly, Cry ran over to her to make sure she was doing whatever she was going correctly. I shifted my gaze to where Piggeh sat at the dinner table, spinning a fork in his hand. He looked up at me and smirked.
"What took you so long? Did I shove you two into a make-out session?"
I felt my face get hot. "N-No! Piggeh, that's-"
"Haha, I knew it!" He laughed. "I knew it!" He let out a big exhale, and focused back on his fork. I forced my limbs to move over to the chair across from Piggeh and sit down. I looked at him, and it was obvious to anyone he was lost in thought. Probably thinking about Mr. Chair and Stephano. Poor guy... He lost so much. Cry lost more, though, in The Battle just over a year ago. He lost everyone except Red.
I felt so bad. I lost everyone, though. Everyone that died was my friend. Scott was a bit arrogant, but he was still a good friend to Cry, and any friend of Cry's is a friend of mine. After The Battle, we moved to a new house a few miles outside of town. We all dropped out of school after a while. We lost point in it.
"Why go if we're to depressed to do any work?" We had agreed together.
So now, it was the same thing everyday. Get up, eat, play games, sleep. That was our little routine. Not like I had a problem with the routine. It was perfect. It's the perfect routine for us.
Every now and again, Red comes over. She's always so "tired" though, and it always bums me out. I know she's not tired. She's fucking depressed as hell because Russ is gone. And it just gives me this feeling that ruins my day.
Don't get me wrong, I love to see her, see how she's been, what she's doing.
Just then, my phone goes off, snapping me back into reality. Piggeh looks up at me. "Who's that?" He asked.
"Probably... Yup, Red." I said, answering the phone. "Hey, Red. What's up?"
"Can I come over today, Felix?" Comes the hollow voice from the other end.
"Y-Yeah, you don't have to ask, silly."
"Okay, I'll be over soon."
"Okay..." And then I hung up.
My attention turns to the kitchen, where Cry and my mom are fighting over how much time to cook a pot pie for.
"The back of the box says, a half hour!" Cry argued.
"I've always done it for fourty-five!"
"Fourty-five minutes is way to long, the pies would burn!"
"No, I've always cooked them at fourty five minutes, and that's how long I'm cooking them."
"Well you have fun with that." Cry hands my mom the box and storms off to sit beside me. He sits down and rubs his forehead, sighing. "There is just no way around that woman... No offense." He said.
"None taken, I know she's basically you mother now, and-" I noticed Piggeh smirking at us again. I sighed. "What, Piggeh?"
"Oh, it's just-" He was interrupted by the doorbell.
I stood up and opened the door. There stood Red, in the same clothes she wore the last time she was here, dark circles taking residence under her eyes, and in a long sleeved jacket. I smiled as best as I could. "Hey Red. Come on in."
She cracked a fake smile and walked in. "Thanks."
There's that feeling again... "Oh! Red! Hey, how's it been?" Cry shouted excitedly from the dining room.
"Same old, same old." She replied, trying to force a happy tone.
Cry nodded. My attention zoned out again, and drifted over to mom, standing in the kitchen, waiting for the pies to stop cooking. I stared at the long sleeves that she had continued to wear. I was used to it by now, but still found it strange. I haven't seen her arms for the past year, not even her wrists- her wrists! Her Goddamn wrists! She's... No, no... that... Okay, now I have to know the truth...
Red's P.O.V.
I sat talking with Cry in their dining room. Piggeh just sat twirling that fork, and Felix was staring at his mom. I was pretty detached, actually. The same way I've been since... Yeah...
I looked up at Felix as I saw him get up from his spot and walk to his mom. I put a hand up to silence Cry next to me. Something about the way he was moving... I don't know... Something seems wrong...
He walked up to her and asked, "So mom, why is it you decided to start wearing long sleeves...?"
His mom narrowed her eyes and replied, "We've had this discussion already, Felix. I just felt like I needed a change in pace."
"What is it you're hiding?" Felix growled.
"Nothing."
"Then pull up your sleeves...!"
Everyone's attention was on them now. "No. I don't want to."
"And why not?"
"Because..." She sighed a heavy sigh. I can say I know it well. The sigh of defeat. I shook my head.
She rolled her sleeves up, and Felix gasped in horror, and stepped back. I strained to see, and I saw scars all along his mother's arm. I shrugged. Not surprised. It's not even that bad, there's hardly any scars... compared to me... I sighed softly. I'm sorry, Russ...