Malcolm sat in the snow in the morning and looked at the frozen lake ahead of him. He held a fishing loop in his hands. His hands were cold and his shoes were wet from all the walking he had done through the snow. He heard footsteps on the snow and soon Chelsea sat beside him. They both stared at the dark sky. The sun wasn't up by then.

"It's early morning, what are you doing?" She asked.
"Fishing," He covered his face in his woolen muffler. She laughed, "Are there even any fishes here?"
"I don't know. Let's see," 
They sat quietly.

"So, you decided to come back to school? Did the hospital discharge you?" He asked her.
"I'm on a temporary leave for Christmas," She said.
"In that case, you should stay home and rest,"
"Yeah, but I don't want to stay home. I don't want to stay with mom,"
"Something happened at home?"
"It's just...Mom and her boyfriend...Let's not talk about it," She hugged him gently.

"Have you written anything in a while?" She asked.
"No, not yet,"
"What will you sing for performance?"
"Some old songs,"
She looked at him, "This is so not like you. Didn't you like something new at all times?"

"Chelsea, I am not that Malcolm anymore. Why don't you get it? People change with time,"
"So, does that mean they forget what they loved?"
"No, they just don't care about it anymore,"
"What makes them change, Malcolm? What changed you?"
"What about you? Didn't you change too?"

"I'm the same,"
"I don't think that. You changed and now you hate me. But don't worry, I won't hate you. But I won't love you either. We just need to feel nothing for each other. We need space," He moved away from her.
"You're such a coward," She said.
He smiled at her, "I know right?"

"Ryan wouldn't like a Malcolm like this,"
"I'm sorry I couldn't be strong."
"Is that everything that you've gotta say? You're saying that for the past four years!"
"What else should I do?"
"SING! Like you used to. Stop playing dead, do it for Ryan. Remember, you used to write such beautiful love songs back then. Now, you only write crap,"

"I write what I feel."
"You don't feel love? YOU HAVE SO MANY FRIENDS, ZALIA, LOUISE, MICHELLE, JEROME, HARRY, BRANDON, SO MANY PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU! I HAVE NOTHING AND YOU GET EVERYTHING AND STILL YOU'RE COMPLAINING! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT, MALCOLM?! YOU FUCKING LOSER—TELL ME AND I'LL GET THAT FOR YOU! WILL IT KILL YOU TO BE HAPPY?! WHAT DO YOU WANT—"
"I WANT RYAN!" Malcolm shouted and Chelsea jumped back, "You'll get me what I want, right? Then, bring my best friend back to life,"

She looked at him, "If you can't do that, don't talk shit. I'm never writing such crappy songs again. I don't write about temporary people—"
"You write about dead people, Malcolm. Who are you kidding?"
Malcolm looked into her eyes.
"What was his name? Kate Roberts?" Chelsea asked.
"What about him?"

"He looks up to you and admires you,"
Malcolm looked at his feet, "I know...I feel like...Maybe's he's in a trap because he thinks I'm a good person. You know what I think? I think we're all in our private traps and none of us can ever get out,"
"Sometimes, we deliberately step into those traps,"
"I was born in mine. Grew up in a family where I rarely ever saw my parents. I've even forgotten what they look like anymore. I almost never see them. Then, I met Ryan and you in kindergarten. And then, Ryan died in high school first year. Like, it's all just ever about losing but I don't mind it anymore. I just don't want to lose anything anymore. I don't want to feel pain again,"

"I would lose anything I ever had or will have just to feel pain again. Because I can't feel anything." Chelsea said. Malcolm looked at her.
"We think pain is the worst feeling," Chelsea said, "It isn't. How can anything be worse than an eternal state of inactivity? An eternal silence inside you, inside your soul. There's this emptiness which my brother left and no matter how much I binge, I cannot fill it. It's all over for me but it's not over for you, yet. You still have some time before it's impossible to come back, just don't end up like me. I don't want you to think that you're useless or worthless,"

"Why do you care what I think anyways? I don't count. Just like you—" She grabbed his neck and oushed him down. She chocked him.
"Chelsea—"
"No, you do. Shut the fuck up. I could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference in your life, because I'm a burden on you now. You only hang out with me because you pity that I'm alone, and you're not. You have everything and I have shit!" She left him and he coughed.

"I know what you're capable of," She said and he looked at her. Her face lit up and the sun rose up through the trees, "So write, and sing, and be happy. You can do it, Malcolm. I know you don't love me and that's okay. Even if it's one sided, I love you with everything. And I know I'll never feel the rest of my whole life the way I feel with you. But if I love you... I shouldn't make you suffer with me,

I should let you move on."

Malcolm looked into her eyes, "Malcolm, I'm letting you go.
And don't come for the band practice," Her voice began cracking up as if she was about to cry. She got up and ran away.
"Where are you going?" He turned back but she didn't answer.

Meanwhile, our boys are playing with life and death. They all ran as a bear chased them.
"HOLY SHIT!" Harry shouted, "There's a narrow cliff ahead!" 
"WHAT—"  The bear was still following them. It looked even more hungry after all the running.
"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Kate shouted.

"No, we'll not" Jaden said, "We'll jump"
They had no other choice and no time so they jumped. They all reached the other end but Kate fell. "KATE!" Brandon jumped down the cliff with Kate.

"BRANDON! KATE!" Harry shouted as he watched both his friends fall and disappear in the fog. The bear stood at the other end. He roared and and then ran back to where he came from.
"We're jumping in too!"
"No, Harry—" Jaden held Harry back.
"Leave me! Brandon needs me!"
"We need to come out with a mature solution. Let's get the adults here first. They know better," Jaden said and both Jaden and Harry ran back towards the car.

Louise and Zalia sat inside the car and smoked together.
"They are late. Should we...leave them and go?" Louise asked. Expected. Louise, grow up.
"OR MAYBE GO SEARCH FOR THEM LIKE RESPONSIBLE ADULTS?" Zalia said.
"Yeah, but that's bothersome," Louise blew a huge cloud of smoke from his mouth. Zalia took out the cigarette from his mouth and threw him out of the car. She closed the door and started the engine.

"It's getting late! I'm going to find them. You stay here," She smirked, "It's bothersome for you, isn't it?"
"You should really leave BDSM. Do you still think I'm a masochist?"
"Wasn't it confirmed that you are one when we played that game on your 18th birthday?"

"I did not enjoy it,"
"Well, I did. I love your voice when you're in pain—"
"Get lost, you're disgusting. I'm your brother, for fuck's sake!"
"BDSM is not always sexual,"
"I know, but, I don't want to do it, sexual or not. I'm a normal and mentally healthy, straight, white male. Please leave me alone," He got into the car and threw her out, 

"I'm going to find them, and don't worry if I don't return," His purple eyes looked down into her purple eyes. He drove away, leaving her alone in the woods. She saw Harry and Jaden coming towards her.

"Harry? Where's Brandon?" She asked.
"HE FELL OFF OF A CLIFF!"
"...Excuse me, what?"

Kate slowly opened his eyes and got up. He found himself lying near Brandon on the snow. Brandon had wrapped his arms around Kate. He got up and looked at himself . He moved his toes and got up on his feet, "It doesn't look like I'm injured anywhere. Brandon, wake up. Let's get outta here," 

Brandon lay there on the white snow. His face was pale and his body was stiff.
"Brandon?"
He held his hand and checked his pulse. He saw that his head was bleeding. There was a huge red spot on his white head. His hand was cold. His white eyelashes were covered with frost and his lips seemed dry. His skin looked dull and lifeless. "HE—HE FUCKING DIED!" Kate shouted pressing Brandon's chest and pushed it upwards. "Please work, please work, please work! DON'T DIE LIKE THIS!" Kate started crying.

"I SWEAR I'LL NEVER RESIST ANYTHING YOU DO. I'LL NEVER CALL YOU AN ASS EVER AGAIN. I'LL DO EVERYTHING YOU SAY, JUST PLEASE GET UP, BRANDON!" He cried, "I LOVE YOU!"

Brandon woke up in an instant.
"BRANDON!" Kate hugged him, "I'm glad you're okay,"
Brandon looked at Kate, "You scared me so much. For a moment I thought I lost you," Kate looked into his eyes.
Brandon opened his mouth,

"Who are you?"

Chelsea walked towards MJ's room and opened the door. He was about to wear his jeans and was dressed in a black sweatshirt and an American flag underwear, "We need to talk," She looked into his green eyes.
"No, you need to go out," He looked into her black eyes.
"I'll be taking back my position as the female vocalist of Chellui. Your days as a lead singer are gone. That's all I got to say," She closed the door.
He looked at his underwear, "Well, I'm glad I got to flex you though. Lose my position as the lead vocalist, huh?

That's all I've been waiting for,"

-To be continued

Malcolm Bevery
All I Want is you baby