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>You don't take Alex home

>The car ride is quiet and uneventful

>The street lamps come on early

>It's not even late, just dark

>And the moon is so cold and big in the sky

>Another full moon

>You may be braver, but that doesn't stop a knot from twisting in your stomach, thrashing around like a headless snake

>That moon has a cause, and it has an effect

>So what did you accomplish today, other than a few felonies?

>You shift your eyes briefly from the road to the rabbit in the seat next to you

>He's not wearing his seatbelt, and you don't have the energy to tell him to do so

>He's curled tightly into a ball, his arms forming a tight link around his twiggish legs

>He keep his head down, his hair a shut curtain over his face

>Without his hoodie on, in that awkwardly sized gray long sleeve and jeans, he looks almost naked

>You can see more of him, the way clothing hangs off him like a sheet, his bird-like body only a thin and fading line against the drape of the fabric

>You can't imagine what he's going through — what he's been through

>He looks malnourished

>And somewhere, deep in a pit in your heart, where hope once lived, you begin to see that you've made a grave error in trying to save him and the world from what's about to happen

>You flick the blinker on and turn into your driveway

>It begins to sink in

>You've sealed someone's fate

>"So, sleepover then?" Alex says, flashing a tired smile from the backseat

>You nudge Sam

“Hey. Dude."

>He looks up and pushes away his greasy hair

>His eyes are bloodshot, stung by tears

“We… We uhhh. This is my house."

>He looks forward

>"Oh," he says distantly, still sniffling a little

>Alex unbuckles and leans into the center console

>"Because I'm not going home tonight."

“Yeah, what about your parents though?"

>"Fuck the oppressors. After this evening, I just want to kick back and drink some bee-“

>He glances at Sam, but he doesn't look like he's paying attention

>"Some sodas. Or something."

>You silently thank whatever God there might be for Alex's save

>Probably not a good night to get wistfully drunk

>Sam clears his throat and rubs his eyes eyes with his sleeve

>He looks from you to Alex a weak smile hanging to his lips by one finger

>"S-Sodas?" He says softly, though you can still hear the ache in his voice

“Don't tell me you've never had a soda before, dude." You try to put a little pep in your voice

>Sam's ears shake from side to side

>There's a little more color back in his cheeks

>His voice still shakes

>"I-I-I h-have. J-Just not many of t-t-them. O-O-Or-“

>You pop open the door

>"Well, come on. Lets get some dinner. And maybe I can wash your clothes?"

>Sam glows beat red and hides his gaze in his lap

>But you can see how big his eyes are

>F-Fuck

>You shake your head free of The Gay(tm), sucking down cold air

>It just occurred to you how deep your pits are soaked

>You need to change

>And…

>You glance at your phone

>No missed calls from Mike

>Maybe you should give him a ring

>You are Mike MUTHAFUCKIN' Sapone

>And you gotta keep moving

>Your eyes nervously flit around the neighborhood as you bank into a turn, your car gliding under the streetlamp like a wraith

>You grab the spot where Lydia's claws held into your skin

>It hurts, but the bleeding was fairly minimal

>You considered going to the hospital, but you don't think that's a good idea right now

>You were followed a good distance once you made it to your car

>And you can't trust anyone right now, not while the moon is out in full

>First evil vampiric cheerleader encounter and it was hardly sexual

>You're pretty sure you're going to run into werewolves at this point

>In fact, you've decided to run over any fangmouths you see

>But that won't happen

>You've been doing loops around this random neighborhood for what feels like an hour

>Covered in sweat

>Hair matted down with moisture

>Head aching from where you rekt Lydia

>Eyes heavy with sleep

>Body…

>…Strangely warm and feverish

>Just keep doing loops, wait until it gets dark

>Just keep moving

>And then what?

>Go home? Wouldn't they know where you live?

>Do they?

>God you don't feel good

>How long as this car been on the 'E'?

>Are you even moving?

>You feel like you're going to be sick

>You pull over, kill the engine and throw open the door

>Your body seizes up and forces its contents out

>But nothing comes

>Its just your body retching and lurching out of the car underneath the street lamps of some foreign neighborhood

>You try forcing your body to stop heaving but to no avail

>Your stomach is colliding against your ribcage and it hurts

>Your back and shoulders hurt

>Everything hurts

>Even your eyeballs

>Your vision is going dark

>The idea that something isn't right has long since been replaced with the firm, unshakeable knowledge that something is REALLY wrong

>An image of you receiving your diploma flashes in your head

>And it slowly becomes ethereal, fading away like smoke against the sky

>You reach out to grab one tendril and anchor it to the Earth

>But it slips through your fingers

>And your vision collapses

>As your body hits the sidewalk

>Be Anon

>You open the door to your room and motion for Sam to enter

>But he doesn't

>He stands in the entryway, hands folded in front of him, twisting his body as he peers into the dark space

“What? He's not here dude. Remember? He's back at your old house. Probably," you laugh. “Probably wishing he lived in a place like this."

>You snap on the lights, part of you expecting to find Sam's Dad in wait

>But it's your same old room

>Same old desk, same old computer, same old unmade bed and messy, low dresser

>The floor is a minefield of dirty clothes and loose sheets of paper

"Go on, I'll find my old pajamas while you change."

>You almost nudge him forward, but hold back

>"I-I-I can't…" he says, looking up at you with a worried expression

>"D-Dad said I'm n-not allowed in a b-b-boys room."

“What? Why would he say that? Now come on, lets go." You push him inside, very quickly done with being tender

>He squeaks at your touch and jumps forward into the room, gaining impressive distance

>Rabbits. Fucking rabbits, man

>Sam glances around your room, his eyes lighting up as he glosses over the little bookshelf in the corner

>"Y-You have a b-book shelf?" he says

“… Yeah, I have a bookshelf. What's so cool about that?"

>Sam presses his fingers together when he sees you waiting at the door

>"I-uhhh I always wa-wanted a book shelf in my r-r-room," he says

>Oh, right. Makes sense. His family was a buncha cunts and probably wouldn't get him one

>You sigh. You're not sleepy, but you're tired

“You can go look if you want." You point towards the shelf. “I think I've got old copies of Superman on the bottom shelf."

>Sam's eyes go big

>"S-SUPERMAN!?" He catches his palms over his mouth before his voice hits a high note that…only girls can hit…

>Well he is a super feminine boy

>With an oddly androgynous face

>Hmmmm

>You shake your head

>"S-Sorry," Sam whispers

>You turn to go find your pajamas

>You think you left them in the kitchen

>Nobody has been home for a few days

>Not like anyone is gonna tell you otherwise

>You are Anon, a high school bachelor, after-all

“Just get undressed before you start reading the comics."

>Sam's ears shoot up to the top of his head

>"W-What? A-A-A-A-A-Anon I-“

>You shut the door

>You're a patient man, but not that patient

>Why is he being so weird about this? It's not like you haven't changed in front of Mike or Alex

>Speaking of…

>You pull out your phone and call Mike again

>It rings, but terminates in his voicemail

“Fuck," you whisper, stepping into the kitchen, where Alex has parked himself

>He's spoon-deep in a bowl of cereal, the fridge door still open

>"How'd it go with your boyfriend?" He asks, the spoon hanging from his lips like a metal cigarette

>You point your phone at him

“What did I say about that? What did I say?"

>"I can't remember, but I think you came out to Mike and I at a burgershack. You're…You're at least bi, right?"

“NO!"

>Alex sets aside his cereal and leans over the table, a templetive look on his face

>"Listen, Anon. I'm not Mike. I'm not trying to tease you here. But you gotta face facts…"

“I know you're not Mike." Your groan echoing off the low ceiling. “Because you're my retard friend Alex, whose last two braincells are trying to tell me I'm gay, which I'm not."

>"You need to be honest with yourself. I support you and Sam, dude."

>You feel like you just got punched in the gut

>You and Sam?

“ME and SAM?" You exclaim

>"Well that's what it looks like!"

“It's not what it looks like. It NEVER is!"

>"So why were you so hell-bent on saving him today?" Alex folds his hands over each other

>….

>You didn't think ahead this far

>Very few times is Alex ever able to get an edge on you

>FEW TIMES

>You swear this will not be one of those times

>But you did make a pact with the literal enemy in order to commit a felony in order to have a very obviously mentally ill gayboy have a forced, extended sleepover with you

“Listen here motherfucker, I am not gay. Alright?"

>And that'll do it, you think

>The smirk across Alex's face says everything

“What do you want me to say? That I feel…" you lower your voice to a harsh whisper “… responsible for him? That maybe since him and I are such cowards deep down I might be able to at least save him?"

>Alex tilts his head

>"You're a coward? Since when have you been a coward? You could be the leader of the next intellectual movement to abolish property. You know I've read your writing-“

>You open your mouth to tell Alex everything

>How you made a pact with Vanessa

>And will sacrifice Gloria to them so they can complete their dark rite

>But you say nothing

>You catch yourself before you can ruin another friendship

>You've already lost Mike

>You don't need Alex thinking you're a traitor

>…But you've practically signed his death certificate and gotten him involved with a psychotic drunk

>You clutch your head and fight down the screams

>"Anon? Are you having an epiphany?"

>You shove your finger at him

“LISTEN! I AM NOT GAY, I AM NOT A COWARD, I AM NOT GOING TO DIE, AND NEITHER IS SAM!" You step forward, “And I swear to God, there will be no gay shit tonight. NOTHING!"