Chapter 2
The next morning, Wade woke up with the unceasing chirping of birds right outside the window, and as dreamy and cute as it seemed in all those Disney movies, it was rather annoying in real life.
So, with a groan he opened his tired eyes and began taking in his surroundings.
His eyes scanned the room.
Paint splatters on the wall, a coffee table with more mugs on it than he can count, the odor of Mexican food. Yup, he was definitely at home.
‘Great.' Wade thought with a sigh of relief.
Waking up with a hangover and barely any memories was bad, waking up with a hangover and barely any memories at someone else’s place was worse.
He got up, not without a “tsk” of irritability and walked towards the bathroom.
His face was painful and after carefully inspecting it with his fingertips he realized that his lip was cut and his cheek was pretty swollen.
The bathroom door creaked open. It probably was the less messy place in the whole apartment, everything had a particular spot and he made sure not to forget that.
He opened the fly of his jeans and took what he considered to be the longest piss he’d ever taken. After checking that he wasn’t in fact peeing on the wall, he briefly looked up at the ceiling and tried remembering last night’s events.
From his bruised face and a few other painful spots on his body, especially his ribs, Wade guessed that he more than likely got into a fight.
His anger issues have been something he really tried working on for the past few years, so he doubted that the guy he fought with didn't deserve it!
“Bastard probably insulted Golden Girls or something like that… Totally should've seen that coming.” he mumbled while putting his jeans back on.
He stepped in front of the faucet. The cold water was a welcome feeling. The face reflected into the mirror was pale and sick looking and now that he thought about it, he did feel like an aftertaste of vomit in his mouth.
Wade cringed and grabbed his pink toothbrush. Because yes, he liked pink stuff, so what?! Didn’t make him less able to snap the neck of anyone that would disrespect him.
After being done brushing his teeth, he made his way back to living room. Upon entering, he noticed his phone lying not too far away from where he was. Wade picked it up, to try contacting Weasel to ask him what happened last night but it looked like his phone was out of batteries, so he plugged the charger in and waited. He kept having this feeling like he was forgetting something each time his eyes landed on his phone.
Brushing the thought aside, Wade picked his wallet and headed outside. Getting some fresh air would do him good and he really needed to do the groceries, he couldn’t survive much longer on pancakes.
Wade barely managed to pass the front door. He was struggling to make his way into the living room without knocking everything on his path due to the heavy grocery bags he had on each arms. At the grocery store, he couldn't control himself and went wild, ending up having bought enough food to feed a small country.
‘Better die of food overload than starvation.’ He mentally snickered.
By the time he got home, it seems like his phone was completely charged so he turned it on and was greeted by some messages notifications.
2 were from Weasel, he opened the message.
Weasel: Yo, asshole. You should really stop getting so worked up over Star Wars, the guy was barely conscious when you got done with him. Anyway, I’m just checking on you, let me know if you survived the night.
Weasel: Also, you still owe me 20$.
Wade: fuck. i knew the bastard deserved it.
Wade: i shall fight everyone that think the Star Wars sequels are better than the originals movies
Wade: fuckem
Weasel: I know you are trying to make me forget you owe me money. Doesn’t work.
Wade: cmooooon Weazy mah neezy !!!!!!
Weasel: …
Weasel: Stop
Weasel: You’re pathetic, Wade.
Weasel: Just give me my damn money.
Wade: yeah yeah we’ll see, anyway gotta go! XOXO
Weasel: WADE
Weasel: Next time I’ll let you decay on the street.
Wade laughed out loud and wondered if he’ll ever stop enjoying annoying Weasel. This is what being Wade’s friend was like, being annoyed 24/7 by his childish attitude.
Anyway, Wade still needed to check his other messages notifications. He slid his thumb across the screen and realized that he didn’t know the number.
Unknown number: Hey dude, you seemed pretty hammered last night. I’m just checking that you didn’t actually die on the street.
Tilting his head to the side, Wade, confused, noticed that there actually were older messages coming from the same number. He started reading each one of them and realized that HE was the one that contacted this person, whoever the hell they were.
He had absolutely no recollection of where he found this number and why he chose to text them. They seemed pretty chill, a bit wary, but who wouldn’t be in this case, right?
Still, Wade wasn’t planning on making new friends so he decided to send a short message that would cut loose to all kind of conversation.
Wade: hey man, sorry about yesterday, i don’t know what got into me. thanks for being so chill and sorry for making you worry. won’t happen again.
There. It suggested that he was grateful but still nicely suggested that these exchange of messages wouldn’t happen again. Perfect. He could now relax and enjoy a movie.
He felt something vibrate in his pocket a few minutes later.
Unknown number: No worries, I’m glad you got home safe. Try not to get into a fight next time you get drunk, though.
The corner of his lips slightly curved upwards. ‘Man, they really seem nice.’ Wade thought.
But still, he wasn’t gonna change his mind. Getting frustrated on making a friendship work was too much for him. He had a shit personality and he knew it, so they probably wouldn’t even like him in the end. He was doing them a favor, honestly.
He browsed through Netflix for some time before finally settling on horror movie. A slasher full of cliches. Just what he needed.
Despite how much he was enjoying himself watching this shit movie, Wade still felt weird. “Lonely” would be the word if he listened to the voices in his head. He was longing to speak to someone about the most common things he could think of. Yes, he had Weasel but it wasn’t the same. Weasel was a buddy, someone he laughed with but nothing more.
Wade wanted someone with whom he could share his deepest secrets and worries.
He gulped his beer and before he could stop himself, he had his phone back into his hand.
The call of loneliness was too strong.
Wade: why do people in horror movies never listen to me? fucking idiots He sent to the unknown number.
He wasn’t expecting an answer soon, or at all, actually. Even though he liked to pretend the opposite, he would definitely feel hurt if they decided to never reply.
His worries soon went out the window as his phone vibrated.
Unknown number: Well, my guess is that it’s mostly because they are movie characters.
Unknown number: Also, it wouldn’t be very fun if the movie ended in 30 minutes.
Wade happily replied.
Wade: thanks, smartass
Wade: honestly, it’s torture to watch them act like dumbasses for the entirety of the movie
Wade: maybe a 30 minutes movie would put me out of my misery
Their playful banter went like that for what felt like hours but was an 40 minutes or so. Wade soon found himself asking an unavoidable question.
Wade: hey, i know it’s weird to ask this now since we've been talking for a while, but what’s your name?
Unknown number: You don’t know my name? How did you get my phone number then?
Wade: i probably wrote the number by mistake, i was pretty intoxicated yesterday
Wade: i don’t remember anything
Silence.
Wade waited and waited.
Time passed by and there was still no reply in sight. Wade was starting to get fidgety.
‘Did they think I was someone else?’, ‘No way, I told them my name.’, ‘Maybe they know another Wade and thought I was them!’, ‘Shit’.
Just as he was about to have a mental breakdown from all this suspense, Wade finally got a reply. He carefully read it and ended up confused.
Unknown number: Did Flash told you to contact me?
“Hmm, what?” He found himself saying out loud. “Who the fuck’s Flash and what kind of stupid name is that?”
Wade: i have literally no idea who this flash person is
Unknown number: Did Skip send you then?
Wade: what? no.
Wade: nobody sent me
Wade: i’m just trying to befriend you, dude
Wade: i don’t know who’s after you but i have nothing to do with them
Silence. Once again it was driving Wade crazy.
After more than 40 minutes of silence, Wade finally felt his phone vibrate. Relieved, he picked up his phone and scanned the screen.
Unknown number: Oh
Unknown number: Sorry
Wade: no worries, man
Wade: just got me worried a bit
Wade: lemme know if i need to kick some ass for you ;)))
Unknown number: Just so you know, I just sighed.
Unknown number: I’m probably too lonely to think this through correctly.
Unknown number: My name’s Peter.
Wade: there we go!
Wade: nice to meet you, Petey
Wade: whoops look at that
Wade: seems like i already got a nickname for you, big boy
Unknown number Peter: I physically cringed. Please don’t.
Wade: too late
Wade: you are now officially called petey on my phone
Peter: And you are now officially called “jerk” on my phone.
Wade: lmao
Wade: accurate af
Wade: this is the start of a nice friendship
Peter: I’m already regretting giving you my name.
Wade: im so gonna enjoy this