the boy obviously upset, but crying ? never. he hadn’t cried since, THE DEATH. instead of answering he just shakes his head no. what was the purpose of crying over his best friend ? he was a dead man BOY walking anyhow. it was just DISAPPOINTING to know that the only person he could bare being around without itching to kill, would eventually just kill HIMSELF. “ nah man. i’m good. “ he says, thinking his words over. thinking HIS FRIENDS words over. shit. he’d probably cry when he’d watch the news.
he looks up at his best friend. the REB to his VODKA . “ just lemme tell ya some things, okay ? “ he says this before inhaling deeply, and exhaling. “ okay. one. make sure you don’t break yer fuckin’ nose like ERIC did. “ he wants to laugh at that, but he doesn’t. this isn’t the time for FUNNY BUSINESS . “ two. make sure when you kill yerself, you aim yer gun properly . angle it, alright ? or else you’ll feel more pain, or you’ll survive . and you damn sure don’t want that. “ he’s thinking of more to say, but he just can’t think with the thought of ezras dead body just lying there for the PRESS to see. the idea of his friend being on every cover of every magazine and newspapers to come, would KILL HIM. “ uh three, make sure yer bombs go off. you don’t wanna be a columbine rip off. “ he pats his friends duffle bag, staring down at it for a moment. “ and four, just. just don’t forget to watch over me, alright ? be my fuckin’ guardian angel or whatever. “
