Part 2

Context: Darren has been your friend for a good many years. Your best friend, in fact! He's kind of a surly asshole at times, but you know he cares about you. Maybe even more than he lets on. Tonight, you're heading to a concert together in the pouring rain. It's sure to be a night to remember.

Setting: A gas station/the interstate

Tags:[M4A][Tsundere Delinquent Best Friend Speaker][Mildly Sassy Listener][Flirting?][Appreciation][Wholesome]to[Tragedy][Confession?][Road Trip][Begging][Hard Angst][Don't Die On Me][CW: Car Accident/Mentions of Blood and Death]

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[Scene opens up outside a gas station]

[SFX: A car parking and rain pouring]

[You are on your way to a concert with your best friend. The rain is raging and the two of you have pulled into a gas station for some snacks]

“Geeze, this weather! C’mon, Chickadee, get inside the damned gas station. You don’t want to be soaked for the show!”

[SFX: Gas station doors “bing bong”]

“Yeesh, there we go. You grab some drinks, I’ll grab some snacks that we can hork before things get started.”

[Pause]

“I am NOT cheap! I just think twenty dollars for two hot dogs and a soda is a bit steep, don’t you?”

[Pause]

“Yeah, two broke college students here, Chicky. We gotta maximize our budget here so we can pick up some merch. You know how sick Downpour merch is!”

[Pause!]

“Mmhm, I’ll meet you up at the counter in a few, alright?”

[Pause?]

[To your surprise, he blushes slightly]

“I wasn’t looking at the cheap, dumbass bouquets here… If I was, it was probably just me trying to figure out what these flowers are, alright?”

[Pause]

“Daisies? Of fucking course they are. C’mon, Chicky, we have to move if we want to get a good place in the standing area. I am ready to fucking MOSH and this place is… oddly huge for a gas station off the interstate. Could get lost in here, almost, but, whatever. Let’s move!”

[Pause!]

[You two part ways and you grab your favorite drinks quickly. As he predicted, it is easy to get lost in all of the off-brand merch, junk food, and illegal fireworks]

“Chicky, you done? Where are you?”

[Pause???]

[You hear him sigh and call out:]

“Marco!”

[Pause!]

“Aha, I knew it, in the damned candy aisle! Pfft, c’mon, we have to get going if we want to get to the show without missing the opening acts!”

[SFX: The two of you trudging through the gas station together/items being rung up]

[Pause]

“Psh, yes, Marco Polo is a little juvenile, but I know you’ll always answer, no matter how grumpy with me you are, hehe.”

[...]

[He follows your gaze outside]

“Mmh… yeah, the storm is getting pretty bad. As long as we push onward, we should be able to keep ahead of it.”

[Pause]

“Look, if you’re uncomfortable driving, then I’ll do it, but I’m not about to miss out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity on account of a little rain. This band has been in our lives since we met! The whole reason we even became friends is because you walked out of the store, realized they’d given you two copies of the record for one price and decided to meander up to the local thug and say, “Hey, do you want this?”.”

[Pause]

[He chuckles and gathers up the small clutch of junk food]

[SFX: Plastic bags jostling slightly and the two heading back to the car/louder rain]

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You might have softened me up in my delinquent days, but now I know better than to let you get away with ANYTHING, otherwise, I get that cat-like grin and a, “I told you so, Darren!”. Spare me for once, alright? C’mon.”

[SFX: Them getting in the car and driving off]

“...Hey.”

[Pause?]

“I really appreciate all the work you put into this. I know I can be… kind of an asshole, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate you, and… all the stuff you do for me.”

[Pause <3]

[He rolls his eyes, good-natured]

“Pfft, shut up, I am not mushy. Look, I have a surprise for after the show, OK? Something to show what you mean to me. And, before you ask, it’s a surprise, so no begging, no prying, no tickling, and no trying to get me to reveal my secrets, alright?”

[Pause]

“Haha, I know, I’m just the worst. Keep your eyes on the road, Chickadee, the rain is getting a lot worse…”

[SFX: The rain turning into a downpour]

[You try and drive until the visibility is far gone]

[Pause]

“Pull over? Man, if you do that, we’ll be late to the show!”

[Pause!]

“Nnh, damnit! We’re almost there, OK? Don’t worry, we’re gonna make it just fine.”

[Pause!!!]

“Damnit, I said we’re going to be fine-!”

[SFX: A car horn/tires squealing/a car crash/your friend crying out in alarm]

“OH, FUCK-!”

[In one second, you hear another car honk its horn. In the next, you feel a violent impact, and consciousness is ripped from you]

[SFX: A faint heartbeat]

[You’re awake, you think, and in a lot of pain. Your heartbeat is in your ears and you feel broken glass digging in anywhere it can. You also hear Darren weakly calling out:]

…ey!

[...]

H-Hey! Hey, c’mon!

[SFX: A faint ambulance wail]

Nngh…! Fuck this… HURTS…! B-But I think I’m OK! I can’t find you, though, I need… I need to find you, so please call out to me!

[...]

Nnh! C-C’mon, Chickadee… Marco?

[...]

M-Marco?!

[...po…lo]

I hear ya! Hang on, I’m coming to get ya, I think I can…see you… no…

[SFX: The Speaker run-limping to the Listener’s side]

No no no NO! How did… how did you get thrown so far…? Jesus Christ, Chickadee! Chickadee!!! H-Hey c’mon, don’t do this to me! C’mon, you’re OK! R-Right…?

[...]

…Please, don’t do this! Help! H-Help, over here! PLEASE! Anyone!!

[SFX: The ambulance growing closer]

Please, please please please, no… no no no no, you can’t… t-this can’t… this can’t be happening, it can’t! You’re OK! It’s OK! I need you to talk to me though, alright?! C’mon, wake up so you can tell me you were right!

[...]

Chicky, no… D-Don’t… I-I can’t! Please! P-Please, I’m so sorry! HELP! PLEASE!!!! PLEASE, THEY’RE BLEEDING OUT!!!!!

[SFX: The ambulance rumbling to a halt and paramedics rushing to you]

Oh, thank God! P-Please! Please, they’re dying! Please don’t let them die! Please!

[...]

No, I don’t fucking care about my injuries, I’m fine! Just help them, please! Please, t-there’s so much blood…

[...]

Chicky?! Did you just talk?

[...]

…M-Marco…?

[...]

[You faintly hear him begin to sob]

Polo… Marco?

[...]

There you go, Angel! Marco?

[SFX: Paramedics trying to help the Listener]

… M-Marco?

[...]

Marco?!

[...]

Chicky?!

[...]

N-No, please… P-Please… Please, you have to save them! NO, YOU DON’T FUCKING UNDERSTAND, I WAS GOING TO TELL THEM THAT I LOVE-!

[You black out as rain pours around you. It tastes like blood]

[To be continued]