Post by WolfGlee on Nov 11, 2010 18:49:18 GMT -6
OK well Ive been getting the question Why is Glitch & Tick still friends? and I didnt have an answer (Since i was concentrating on another story and characters)
But I finally have the answer!!!!
So read and lets hope you get a little bit sad xP
“Stop”
“Damn it, I don’t care”
“Glitch”
I’ve never seen him like this, and it scared me. He was banging a fist on the counter, screaming at me.
I wanted to yell back, but what good would that do?
“Glitch calm down” I whispered.
He shook his head, teardrops splattered onto the cold marble.
“I hate you so much” He screamed.
“Then get out of my house” I said pointing at the door.
“I was just about to leave anyway” He said coldly.
Glitch walked over to his room, shaking. He yanked open the door, then slammed it shut. I stomped my foot on the ground, then ran up to my room.
When I closed the door behind me, I threw myself onto my bed. When I touched my face, I realized it was wet.
After what seemed like hours, I got up. Taking in a deep breath, I slowly walked downstairs and into Glitch’s room. Nothing seemed out of place, except his computer was on. I walked over to it, and leaned forward.
Hey, um, well Tick, I’m sorry. I was tired and well angry. I wish I am there to tell you that, but Im not, so here is what happened.
1. Im going to a crack house
2. Im going to get wasted
3. Im going to shoot myself
Hopefully in this order. Anyways by the time you are done reading this, I will probably be dead. Oh yeah like don’t look for me. By the way our last talk came around, you are probably happy about this. Oh and before I go I would like to say how much of a nerd I’ve been (hey might use that if I get into court xP)
-Glitch (aka……………………………………………)
I stared at the screen for a couple of seconds. Then I ran upstairs and grabbed my coat. I ran out the door, and to the nearest crack house.
Never go into a crack house, and when I mean never, I mean never. It stank of alcohol, and people were running around like little monkeys that went high. (You see I have some humor). I looked around, and pushed pass some heavy dudes.
I guess I was shocked and angry at what I saw in a corner.
Glitch was hunched over, smiling like he went on drugs. Beer bottles surrounded his body. His face looked pale, and his hair was at all ends.
I crept towards him and realized a rope was tied around his neck.
“Glitch” I said.
He looked up, and it looked like he was crying. I ran over to him and grabbed his shoulders.
“Glitch, GLITCH” I yelled.
He rolled his head.
“I have a crappy joke fer ya, whied ther chicken cross da roooaaadd” He mumbled groggily.
I glared at him. I knew what I had to do.
“Glitch, remember when we were twelve? Your dad, remember him?”
I stuck a finger at his chest and continued.
“He got wasted, just like you, and you know what? He killed your mom; you want to end up like him? You even talked like him, and do you remember how you called him a redneck? Well guess what!? You are a redneck too” I slammed him against the wall.
He screamed, and started crying.
“I-I remember; but I don’t want to” He yelled.
I painfully stared into his eyes; they looked hollow, blank.
“Then lets leave Glitch, lets leave the past behind” I whispered. Glitch nodded, and I helped him up.
When we got home, Glitch was already asleep. I set him down on the couch, and wandered into his room. I had never really looked at his stuff before. He was usually always with me. I stared at his boxes, but one caught my attention.
Matthews box of ah junk
I quickly opened it.
Inside were old photos of us two. Other photos had been scribbled out in black marker. I felt myself start to cry again, but I took in a breath. Reaching farther into a box, I saw a notebook that looked oddly familiar.
I flipped through it, reading Glitch’s awful handwriting.
I then flipped to a blank page, and ripped it out.
Then using a black pen, I wrote.
If you die, I die; we will always be friends, no matter what.
I placed it onto his desk, and left the room.
(I personnaly think they swapped personalitys, but ah this is the last Glitch & Tick post Im doing; i think Im done with their story)
But I finally have the answer!!!!
So read and lets hope you get a little bit sad xP
“Stop”
“Damn it, I don’t care”
“Glitch”
I’ve never seen him like this, and it scared me. He was banging a fist on the counter, screaming at me.
I wanted to yell back, but what good would that do?
“Glitch calm down” I whispered.
He shook his head, teardrops splattered onto the cold marble.
“I hate you so much” He screamed.
“Then get out of my house” I said pointing at the door.
“I was just about to leave anyway” He said coldly.
Glitch walked over to his room, shaking. He yanked open the door, then slammed it shut. I stomped my foot on the ground, then ran up to my room.
When I closed the door behind me, I threw myself onto my bed. When I touched my face, I realized it was wet.
After what seemed like hours, I got up. Taking in a deep breath, I slowly walked downstairs and into Glitch’s room. Nothing seemed out of place, except his computer was on. I walked over to it, and leaned forward.
Hey, um, well Tick, I’m sorry. I was tired and well angry. I wish I am there to tell you that, but Im not, so here is what happened.
1. Im going to a crack house
2. Im going to get wasted
3. Im going to shoot myself
Hopefully in this order. Anyways by the time you are done reading this, I will probably be dead. Oh yeah like don’t look for me. By the way our last talk came around, you are probably happy about this. Oh and before I go I would like to say how much of a nerd I’ve been (hey might use that if I get into court xP)
-Glitch (aka……………………………………………)
I stared at the screen for a couple of seconds. Then I ran upstairs and grabbed my coat. I ran out the door, and to the nearest crack house.
Never go into a crack house, and when I mean never, I mean never. It stank of alcohol, and people were running around like little monkeys that went high. (You see I have some humor). I looked around, and pushed pass some heavy dudes.
I guess I was shocked and angry at what I saw in a corner.
Glitch was hunched over, smiling like he went on drugs. Beer bottles surrounded his body. His face looked pale, and his hair was at all ends.
I crept towards him and realized a rope was tied around his neck.
“Glitch” I said.
He looked up, and it looked like he was crying. I ran over to him and grabbed his shoulders.
“Glitch, GLITCH” I yelled.
He rolled his head.
“I have a crappy joke fer ya, whied ther chicken cross da roooaaadd” He mumbled groggily.
I glared at him. I knew what I had to do.
“Glitch, remember when we were twelve? Your dad, remember him?”
I stuck a finger at his chest and continued.
“He got wasted, just like you, and you know what? He killed your mom; you want to end up like him? You even talked like him, and do you remember how you called him a redneck? Well guess what!? You are a redneck too” I slammed him against the wall.
He screamed, and started crying.
“I-I remember; but I don’t want to” He yelled.
I painfully stared into his eyes; they looked hollow, blank.
“Then lets leave Glitch, lets leave the past behind” I whispered. Glitch nodded, and I helped him up.
When we got home, Glitch was already asleep. I set him down on the couch, and wandered into his room. I had never really looked at his stuff before. He was usually always with me. I stared at his boxes, but one caught my attention.
I quickly opened it.
Inside were old photos of us two. Other photos had been scribbled out in black marker. I felt myself start to cry again, but I took in a breath. Reaching farther into a box, I saw a notebook that looked oddly familiar.
I flipped through it, reading Glitch’s awful handwriting.
I then flipped to a blank page, and ripped it out.
Then using a black pen, I wrote.
If you die, I die; we will always be friends, no matter what.
I placed it onto his desk, and left the room.
(I personnaly think they swapped personalitys, but ah this is the last Glitch & Tick post Im doing; i think Im done with their story)
