Will I save him?

Crayola and I started heading to the place where Sahara was held hostage. Crayola had a difficult time going in a straight line, since she was drunk. Sometimes I really think that there should be a test on who can drink and who can't.

"When I'll be president, I'll make a law like that" I said, without realizing I said it out loud. Luckily, Crayola didn't hear anything. "Your name is?" she asked.
"My name is Kokichi. Kokichi Oma! Don't worry I'll save you fri- the hostage."
"Good. Promise me that, please...I don't know if I'll be able to go all the way there with you, if that's ok..."

She was already shaken up. I wanted to tell her that she has to go and all, but that would make them both with PTSD, I don't want to see that. She has to support him when I'll be winning the election, DUH.

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We finnaly arrived to our destination. Obviously it was a sketchy place, so nobody could see them holding a hostage, call the police or fo anything at all. In other words, so that they could do anything to their victims and get away with it.

You may imagine the place as one with trashcans, all dirty, and well you're half right if you do. The thing is, that's the scene you usually see in movies, comics and all that, so allow me to explain some things:

there was no trash cans. If there were, it would mean there are some people who visit this place from time to time. Also it was far from the city center. I don't live near the center either, so the café I met Crayola in, wasn't too far from that place too.
And what was that place?

It was the bench.

It's a lie!

Even if you're the most worthless scum in human history, you have to know that the bench can absolutely not be disrespected by fighting.

The truth is it was a place between two really old blocks of flats. Nobody lived in them anymore but somehow they were still standing here, waiting for someone to move in for a few years now.

"Are you sure this is the place we were supposed to be in?" Crayola said slowly
"Yea. Don't worry I'm gonna get your mans back" I said jokingly. I said this to get used to the fact that I don't really have a chance with Sahara, but I at least wanted not to cry at their wedding
"Bro...don't even START on that hahaha..." Crayola definitely had low alcohol tolerance. She was drunk and acting way worse than me when I am. I think so.
"Why would you say that? You'd make a cute couple!~" I decided to hurt myself with my own words again
"Well! Maybe cuz...I'm gay as fUCK" Crayola said smiling in a stupid way.
Although ya know,

They say a drunk person's words, are the honest ones

"Ahaha well Crayola, me too!"
I said it and I hoped she wouldn't remember that.