Friends and Alibis

After another hour of packing and discussing that we hadn’t ‘fucked’ because we both were only 16, we were finished and my room was emptied from my stuff.


Katelyn and I were living together since I didn’t want to live with my parents but neither wanted to live alone. So I asked Katelyn and we moved in together after college, where we had met. She was practically my only friend since I survived high school with people you could consider a passing acquaintance at the most.


I was always mad at my parents for forcing me to leave my best friends behind but deep inside I knew that they were the actual reason we moved at all. The five of us always used to get in trouble, not because we played pranks on people. Of course we did that, too, but I actually managed to be brought home by the police about six times in five months the year before we moved.


I would have stayed in touch with them but my mum had taken away my phone and I had never bothered to memorize their phone numbers. We never used to call each other since we all lived within three blocks. Brian, or how Katelyn liked to call him: Synyster Gates, lived next door to me and we always met there, we didn’t actually need to call each other. We were practically inseparable. That’s why it had hurt even more to move away from them.


Of course my ‘crime rate’ sank dramatically when we moved to Seattle but the main reason was that it wasn’t that much fun when I was on my own and had no one to laugh about it with.


Katelyn and I had brought the boxes into the van in front of our apartment and the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. It wasn’t that late but the packing, sulking and arguing had taken its toll on me and I needed to get up early the next morning for the flight to Huntington Beach.


I shifted in my bed until I was comfortable and was half asleep when suddenly my door burst open with a bang as it hit the wall and revealed a madly grinning Katelyn.


“You’re the devil incarnated, you know that?” I mumbled sleepily.


“Why, yes, my dear. But you’re going to love me even more when you see what I’ve got here.” She sang while waving a sheet of paper in front of my face.


“Gimme” I muttered and took the sheet from her. Reading through it I saw that it was the current address of Zack. I shot Katelyn a suspicious look. “Where’d you get that from?”


“Ah, y’know...” She said and her face flushed crimson.


“Oh god, you didn’t get that from one of those creepy band-dedicated pages, did you?” I asked her, though I already knew the answer. Trust Katelyn to even find out where exactly they lived, sneaky girl.


“Look at it that way, you can go visit him and renew your friendship, fall in love again, screw each others brains out-“


“Kate!” I cut her off, glaring. “First of all: I could have asked his mum. I still know where they used to live. And how can you even be sure if it’s the right one?
Also, it’d be really, and I mean really weird to explain how I know where he lives.” She looked at me with a guilty look and shrugged. “And secondly: I’m working on it.” I smirked at her and she shot me a full blown grin before dancing out of my room while singing ‘I knew it, I knew it’.



I really had thought about getting back in contact with the guys. Actually, it was the first thing that came to my mind when I got that job offer. We were best of friends when we were teens and since they all still were friends either, I hoped that it could be like eleven years ago.


“Don’t get yourself worked up over that!” I yelled after her.


“Just make sure to invite me to your wedding!” She yelled back.


I chuckled and cuddled into my blanked again, falling asleep in a matter of seconds with my
past in California in mind.

Notes

it's kind of mean to just leave it at one chapter, right? have another one