Fake Feelings: Banana Bus Squad

Kryoz P.O.V

"You heard about it right?" Grizzy questioned. He grabbed his jacket from the chair next to him, heading promptly towards the door.

"About Cartoonz? Yeah I know, are you heading to the hospital?" He gave me a nod and opened the front door.

"You should be going too."

"I don't want to crowd Ohm anymore than those idiots are going to be."

"Bullshit. You just aren't going because Smitty is scared of hospitals." He narrowed his eyes at me. I leaned back towards the television.

"Okay so there is two reasons I'm not going." I mocked. Grizzy let out a sigh before closing and locking the door behind him. I gazed down at the white haired boy laying across my legs. He looked nervous and scared. "Smit it's going to be okay. Cartoonz is in stable condition from what Delirious texted me.

"I feel so bad for not going."

"Jaren you wouldn't even make it into the front door of that hospital. How can you provide support to Ohm without supporting yourself?" He sighed and sat up slowly.

"The least we can do is go buy some flowers or something..." I played with a piece of his hair and stood up from the couch. I stretched my arms with satisfying pops and helped Smitty up.

"Well, why don't we head to that convenience store down the way? We could take a nice walk through the forest to get there." I locked our hands together and ran for the door, practically dragging him with me. He laughed and ran out in front of me, releasing our hands. I narrowed my eyes as he opened the door and sprinted out.

"If you want to hold my hand, you have to chase me for it!" He screamed back. I ran after him running into the cool air. He went right into the forest, dodging behind trees making me lose sight of him. I blinked rapidly as I looked at my surroundings.

"Jaren?" I yelled loudly.

No reply.

"Jaren where the fuck are you?" My voice echoed off the nearby trees. I heard muffled screams and widened my eyes. "JAREN! DUDE THIS ISN'T FUNNY! WHERE ARE YOU?" I ran in the direction of the small shouts of fear.

"John, John, John...how long has it been my friend?" I heard a low voice calling me from seemingly all angles of the forest. I growled.

"Who the hell are you? Where's Smitty?"

"I'm surprised you don't remember me." Then I saw a shadow to my left. I flipped around in an instant and saw the last thing I wanted to see. Smitty was squirming violently to get away from a man holding a hand over his mouth.

The man was holding a gun and brought it around to Smit's head. His body went uncomfortably still once he felt the cold tip touch his head. I bared my teeth at the man.

"Let him go." I commanded. He laughed and stepped into a light spot in the darkened forest.

He had slicked black hair, a strong build, and thick square glasses. He wore a leather jacket with black leggings and tennis shoes.

"How about now? Reconize me yet?" I gasped in shock as I looked even closer.

"Liam?"

Liam was an old partner of mine. I mean, we used to go out, but we also worked together for some jobs from my now dead boss. Liam quit once I broke up with him and that was...I don't know how many years ago.

I was never in love with him. Back then, I was ruthless. I took whoever I wanted just because I could. I never did kisses or hugs or any show of affection. I admit, I used him for his money, but he was a total douchebag. He used to shove me into things or sexually abuse me in public...it was like I was using him and he was using me. Overall it was just a very toxic relationship. I thought I had seen the last of him when he and I got into a big fight as he was moving out.