the black phone, vance hopper
[ lowercase intended & sorry for my bad grammar ]
griffin stagg, billy showalter, vance hopper, bruce yamada, robin arellano, and finally.
joe janson, all missing. it's joe's turn to attempt to escape hell.
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it was another boring day. wake up, eat breakfast, walk with vance, learn something, go to the gas station with vance, finish school, and walk home.
not today.
i walked out the door after eating breakfast and heard a ring i looked up and saw billy showalter delivering news papers.
"good morning, mr janson!"
billy showalter, he's my best friend. i used to have a crush on him but it went away a few months ago. i mean who wouldn't like him he's just so handsome and charming.
"good morning, mr showalter!"
i smiled lightly as i picked up the newspaper and left it on the front porch of my house. starting my walk to vance's house i passed several different colored houses and saw many different cars. when i finally reached vance's house he was already walking out.
"morning, daniel."
"shut the fuck up."
"damn, what happened to good morning? how are you?"
"good morning, vance. how are you? and stop fucking calling me daniel."
vance knew almost everything about me. well, not everything, we had personal things in our life that we wouldn't ask or talk about, we had boundaries set in our friendship and obviously, we respected them
and like every great friendship, we knew how to piss each other off. he would call me by my middle name and i would talk about how shit he is at pinball. which he clearly isn't but, you know, just jokes.
"so about that movie, are you still up to go see it together?"
"of course, i finished helping my mom clean everything up in our spare room so now my grandma can stay with us."
"speaking about your grandma, when can i come over again? she's real nice to me."
"yeah, pretty sure she loves you more than she loves me."
we continue talking about random shit until i see a missing poster for griffin stagg.
i was friends with griffin stagg for awhile until i moved to a different neighborhood. he's a theater kid but nobody knew him. i felt bad for him, pity. especially for his family. griffin's probably the sweetest kid you'll meet. he's fun to go on bike rides with and just talk to. he doesn't deserve this.
