Tim was walking back home, Lina beside him. "That was so scary!" She said as if to attract attention.
He turned towards her: "Why do you keep acting like this?" He quickened his pace down the road. It was rather empty that day, probably because of the heat that day. Most schools had actually decided to start school a week later due to the heat, but his school? They do not care about the students' well-being enough.
She also quickened her pace by starting to hop behind him happily: "I don't understand what you mean! I am an honest and nice person."
Tim just clicked his tongue.
"Don't you click your tongue at me!" She complained.
He got so annoyed by her voice that he accidentally let his tongue slip: "How do you even keep up with me?" Her eyes narrowed, "You should be exhausted already, like every person that has the amount of fat on their entire body you have on your chin alone! Just leave me alone already!"
Lina stopped moving, she just stood there, looking at his back while the distance between them increased with every step he took. Her eyes were weirdly dry and her mouth hung open. "Since when does he have a backbone?" She muttered.
Tim's face was contorted with rage. His steps got quicker and quicker until he was sprinting home. He ran up the stairs, opened the door into their apartment and just went into his room, leaving the door wide open. His mother later scolded him for it, but that was not a part of his current concerns.
He threw himself into his bed and his backpack still on his back as he lay on his stomach. Tim's face was pressed into his pillow for a few seconds, maybe two or three, until he had to take a breath and turned his head to the side.
Then he noticed the state his room was in. He had not cleaned since his friend had vanished. He spent all his time in his bed or in front of his computer, playing single player games. He had two chairs filled with clothes which spilled onto the ground and mixed into the piles of trash he had collected. His desk was drowning in empty soda cans and his keyboard was shining in the little light that entered his room through the window, showing just how sticky and dirty it was.
He then tried to turn his face back down into his pillow, but with the way the backpack was laying on him, it required him to move his head in a certain way. Trying to accomplish this, his gaze landed on one of the only clean items in his room. It landed on a picture of him, he was being carried on the shoulders of his best friend and had a huge smile on his face, showing teeth and so was his friend in the picture.
The name of his friend was Jake. He was a rather outgoing and extroverted person. Jake loved to meet new people and urged Tim to be more outgoing as well which is why the two of them had been on a lot of adventures in their small town.
Once, they sneaked into what they thought was an abandoned building, only to be chased away by the resident old man with a gun living there. Another time they broke into their school on the weekend, hoping to steal one of the answer sheets for the upcoming exam, but they had to hide from the two janitors roaming around and spent over 3 hours in the building.
"Good times." He thought. Tim's eyelids slowly became heavier as he lay there, backpack on his back and lying on his stomach. He let out a deep sigh and drifted off into a beautiful slumber.