Pheniox's chatters and bragging rights was interupted by a familar ding coming from his trosuer pocket--

He lifted up the phone to see the user Krys highlighted, his inner fire bubbling at the sight of the texts that was sent.

"We need to talk, Pheniox."
"Call me when you can."

Was it a break up? Or something stupid that apparently matteted. It may of mattered to her and he was tired of acting like he cared when in reality he didn't.

He loved her with all his soul. His heart throbbed and she was the star to his eye, but he didn't want to hear another lecture he wouldn't follow.

"You okay man? What's with the sudden stop?" His friend asked, his bright green eyes furrowed to his own.

"Is it your boyfriend?" The other joked, his lips curling up into a smirk and the three laughed. The red haired man tucked his phone back in, fingers glacing his sewing and eyes sweling.

"Shut the hell up, you ass. It's actually Krys if your that fucking curious."

Phe's voice was shallow and rasied with agression. The three automatically stopped as he puleld back out the phone to click on the telephone icon.

"And if you mind, I'm going to go talk to her."

Phe walked away from the three, walking in the other direction, exploring more of the vast mall that sorrounded him. The other three's annoyed and annoying whispers and whines were drowned out by Phe's phone and his heart racing.

'Aarango?'
"Yeah babe, it's me. What do you want."
He looked down at his vans, digging them into the shiny mall flooring, eying his own relfection in it.

"Rin texted m-"
"Did the fat fuck of a boyfriend he has tell on me to you again?" He gave a soft smile at his offesnive joke, letting a fake "ha" as Krys let out a long sigh on the other end.
"Pheniox, seriously, what the fuck. Really? A picture in his locker of a pig?"
"If he's so hurt he should take my damn advice. A finger does wonders."
Phe was takened aback at his own words-
What the actual fuck did he even say? It sounded better in his head--more comic relief if anything. Instead it just spat out..cruely. Like he didn't care about the kid. Sure, he poked fun, but he always overreacted and it was..amusing? Amusing.

"What does that mean, Pheniox?"
Silence.
"What the hell did you tell him to do, Pheniox?'
Silence.
"Pheniox? Are you there?"
Silence.

The call hanged around until Phe heard a click from the other end. Great.

His blue eyes pricked but he quickly ran his thumb against his temples and eyes, bitting the inside of his cheek. Then his phone gave a soft ding again.

"I'm sorry."
He bit his lip and opened up to his homescreen. A picture of Krys and him, arms interlocked and her short hair decorated with red dye that lingered on the bottom of her long, white-blonde hair. Half of it was shaved right off--an add on by the ninth grade. Her soft eyes sparkled as she smiled, her arms wrapped around his slim waist.

That night was the best night. He didn't fuck up, nothing between the two flared up and she was happy. Happy not in a fake "I'm fine" and move alongs with small talk but truly happy. She wasn't afraid of him that night and she was giving the biggest smile to him, her laugh echoing in his head. The echo sadly wasn't right next to him, her hand clucthing his own and her laugh in the real world.

-No. Instead it was in his head, a blank concious with nothing but one dream, one worry, one concern. That was Krys.

He took flipped over the circle icon and went onto text messaging to find a familar face staring back.

He opened it and pressed his thumb against the text message.

"What the fuck did you say, Tucker?"