Kill All Your Friends

The night was full of crisp air and the occasional snow flurry. It wasn’t anything surprising, considering it is only ten days away from Christmas. I can tell you if I’m excited or not, the thought of family terrified me. I was sitting in the local diner, smack dab in the middle of downtown. It smelled like old vinyl and cheeseburgers. It was late, probably 8 or so. I was sat in an worn out booth, the once bright red color now faded and more of a pink. The sky outside the clean window was rather active, and downtown was decorated in white Christmas lights. The people at the church, including their volunteers, put them up a month ago. I didn’t know if I hated the lights or the people who put them up, for every time I looked at them I had to look away before the sudden disgust grew in the pit of my stomach. I also thought that the reason I didn’t like the lights was because of the reminder of Christmas, and family. I wasn’t specifically excited that Christmas was close. For me Christmas usually consisted of petty insults toward me and family giving me dirty looks, it wasn’t a good thing. And the fact that my family usually forgot to get me anything, but that was normal. Yeah, sad huh. That isn’t even the saddest part, I’m pretty sure my family would be relieved if I just ran away, in fact they are probably counting on it. They forget to tell me they're going shopping so I could go with them, they forget to take me on vacations. I think they think of me as a waste of money and space. Another reason why I hate this small town.

In this town, everyone knows each other. Which also brings me to the point that if you do something wrong or outrageous they know about it. Forever. Every mistake you make gets counted and never forgotten. It’s strange how this town is full of Christians and they can’t seem to forgive you for the mistakes you made three years ago. And trust me this whole town hates me. I have made more than a few mistakes, and some pretty bad ones too. Such as, once when I was nine I was invited to one of the most popular girls parties, Jamie Snow. I was the awkward one there, I didn’t fit into the guy group, and the girls. I was an outcast like always. My black apparel wasn’t accepted very well with all these church folk. Jamie wasn’t specifically excited to invite me and I am almost certain her mother made her. She wore a sparkly blue dress and had to stand on a chair to get high enough to stand about the towering cake. The cake was three tears high of pink fondant. She was just about to blow out her candles, as everyone cheered and yelled things she could wish for. That was when I was going to get a drink of some sugary fruit punch when someone stuck their foot out for me to trip over purposely. Being the klutz I am, I did just that. I found myself covered in cake, on top of Jamie Snow. Who had a face full of sugary frosting, fondant and cake. Let’s just say I am hated by her and her barbie-faced friends. Other incidents lead others to dislike me, therefore I am disliked by half the town by issues directly toward them. And the other half steers clear of me because of just hearing the things I have done. I guess I enjoyed making trouble, and why not do it myself when trouble already follows me like a plaque. For example I took a construction ‘street closed’ sign and moved it a block to the right. I had then caused the new paved road to be ruined, also a few peoples car tires, and a angry riot to go to the construction facility. Call me a bad person, but it was funny as hell.

It was my way to fit in with myself I guess. I liked proving to myself that I could cause something bigger than a town hating me. And counting I didn’t fit in with the usual crowd, what would I have to lose. All of the boys in this town consisted of football, video games and girlfriends. In other words, all the guys here were jocks, boys who thought friends was all they needed, which I guess to a certain extent they are correct. But, for me that wasn’t necessary. Let’s just say friends weren’t my forte and I had a serious lack of them. But people are not my forte either, so it I like being alone. My lacking-of-friends was the least of my problems, instead I worried and laughed about things like the 5 party poppers I planted in each stall in the boys bathroom. I snickered thinking the next guy to open that door is going to get a face full of confetti.
I decided that it would be a good time to go home, so I threw a $20 bill on the counter for the coke, fries and a tip. As I made my way outside, I stuffed my hands in the pockets of the leather bikers style jacket I was wearing. Only to take my hand out to sooth my wild hair that was blown by the wind. I had black hair that went to my shoulders, rather long for a guy I should say so myself, but I liked it that way. It was strange, the people rushing in their cars, mad at traffic because the only thing they care about is where they are heading to. The thought of having the freedom to drive made me excited. It was less than a year until I got my license and to tell you the truth, I couldn’t wait. Getting my own car is one step closer to getting out of this town.
I stepped into an alley in the middle of my house and the dinner. The lit up ads and lights of cars fought for space in this black obis. When I got in the comfortable 10ft from the street I took my hands out from my pockets. One holding the yellow box of American Indian cigarettes, the other with a white lighter, the sticker with the bar code was worn and barely readable. I took one of the stiff sticks out and lit it with a long drag. The black smoke clouded my lungs and calmed my fiery nerves.

“Do mind if I come and smoke with you?” A voice asked from the mouth of the alleyway. All I saw was a black silhouette come in and stand next to me. The closer he came the more I came to define his features. He had wild black hair that framed his face, and gold hazel eyes. His skin was pale and white, but made his face more define. He didn’t have a prominent jaw, but he had bony cheeks. He was stunning, I’ve never seen a guy like this. I smiled nervously at him, and gestured to the blank space of wall next to me. He smiled back and confidently went beside me. He took a red and white box of Marlboro's out of his pocket of the long black trench like coat he had on. He dug into his pocket, “damn.” He whispered. He then looked at me, smiled and asked, “do you have a lighter?” I responded with a nod. I took out the worn white lighter out from my pocket I had placed it in moments before. “Thanks.” He said, gathering the lighter from my hand. He seemed to confident with all his actions, making what would normally be an awkward situation into a simple conversation.

Notes

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