Today was the day.

Your parents were coming to see you for the first time in years. Why? You had no idea. Pacing around the room, you mumble cuss words under your panicked breath.

Fresh hadn't shown up yet.

"He promised me..." You scratch your arms and back of your neck.

Red scratch marks started to form. They burned and stung. You were basically torturing yourself.

"Wiggity wiggity what up, (Y/n)?"
You spin around, immediately relaxing at seeing Fresh stand there, his usual chill smile present. Your smile fades, going back into your worried state.

"They'll be here any minute..."

Fresh notices you rubbing, yanking, and scratching at your arms in a panic. He quickly walks over and grabs your hands, preventing you from hurting yourself further.

"Yo, why are you hurting yourself? That is so uncool!" He scolds.

You rip your hands from his skeletal ones, eyes wide and turning paler than you already were. He gives you a look of hurt, confusion, and understand all at the same time.

"Y-you t-ouched me. I thought you were a ghost..." You stumble over your words.

"Hmm," he shoves his hand through your chest then pulls it back out.

"I am. But It helps to be solid at times." He gives a huge grin.

You noticed he acted happy to cover up the strain and stress laced in his voice. He seemed upset about something, but didn't want to show it in front of you. You give a soft smile, putting a hand on his chest and patting.

"Well thanks for being here."

He steps away, flopping down on the couch, pointing his fingers to you like they were guns.

"You're so welcome, homie!"

The air was so thick between the both of you - you almost thought you would suffocate. You hum, letting it go and walking back over to the window.

The next few seconds felt like a million years. You could feel the burning eyes on your back. Goosebumps crawl up your red and burning arms from the feeling of being watched. Fresh stared at your back, a tipped smirk.

'You really shouldn't be helping her,' the dark and evil voice speaks in the back of his mind.

'You should really get out of my head.'

'We both know I can't. I'm you. You can't just leave yourself.'

Having an argument with himself, he doesn't realize you looked back at him and stared at him with cold eyes. A pained scowl makes it's way to your tired looking face, wondering why he wasn't acting like himself.

"Dude, are you okay?" You speak up, voice dripping with slight anger.

He snaps out of his daze, blinking multiple times under his shades. Noticing your angry expression, his happiness sinks. You looked generally upset.

"Of course!" He plays it off, giving a peace sign and smile.

You sigh, placing a hand on your forehead.

"Everything just feels wrong today."

"I know what you mean..."

Your head snaps up and your eyes squint with curiosity. You open your mouth to say something, but a knock on the door makes you nearly jump out of your skin. Looking out of the window, you see your parents car parked in your driveway.

"They're here! Fresh I'm already going insane!" You tug on your hair.

He springs off the couch, hand going to his head, saluting you. You crack a smile, rolling your eyes and answering the door.

"Hey Mom... hey Dad..." You grumble, giving the fakest smile you've ever given.

"(Y/n)!" They both cheer, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a hug.

You resist the urge to slap them both across the cheek, patting their back with uninterest. Fresh stares down your parents, fists clenched and bones rattling uncomfortably. When you pull away, your mom pinches your cheek.

"My, look at how big you've grown!" Your mom gushes.

You pull away, trying to walk over to Fresh without looking like an idiot. Your parents step inside and close the door behind them. Fresh leans down by your ear, grin growing.

"Dude, your parents look like dweebs!"

You laugh, making your parents look over at you with raised eyebrows.

"What's so funny?" Your dad asks, making you cough nervously.

"Sorry, my uh, friend texted me a funny joke." You twiddle your thumbs.

"Your place is so small..." Your mom comments, making you fuzz up slightly.

"Yeah, a perfect size for me and my friend staying here for a little while." You cross your arms, glaring at them harshly.

Fresh does the same, but his stare makes the room become dark and cold. The lights flickered, the windows cracked, and your parents became very pale; a pasty white. You knew Fresh could scare the crap out of anyone. He's done it to many bullies that tried to pick on you at school.

"Your house is the worst, (Y/n)!" Your mom hisses, grabbing your dad's hand.

"You're the worst, (Y/n)." Your dad cuts in, making your blood boil.

Fresh glances over at you for a moment, seeing you about to snap if any other comment was made. Your cheeks pooled with an angered red, lips tightened, and fists clenched.

"We're leaving." Your parents whip their head away, walking over to the door.

"So you come into my house, judge it for a few minutes and leave? Wow, I'm so shocked!" You shout, catching their attention.

"We're your parents-"

"I don't give a crap who or what you are!" You cut your dad off.

"You were never there for me when I was little and you even missed my birthday that was a week ago. I never want to see you guys again. Forgiveness? I've never heard of it."

Fresh smirks, setting his hands down on his hips. Even if your parents couldn't see him, they knew someone was staring at them and it wasn't just you.

"Get OUT!"

They both scurry out of the house and you grab onto Fresh, fighting off the urge to run over them with something sharp in your hand.

'Kill them. You 'love' (Y/n) so much? Do her a favor and get rid of them.'

He squeezes his eyes closed, turning his head away from the door. If he looked at it, the more he wanted to snap his fingers and kill your parents. He even wanted to take their souls for a second, but you snapped at them before he could.

You march over and slam the front door, breath heavy and fingers twitching.

"(Y/n)?" Fresh speaks up.

"What?" You growl, not even looking back at him.

He walks over and hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Show your totally radical friend some attention and forget those retards. Let's watch a chill movie, yo!"

You crane your head back to him, smiling through the sad tears that gathered at the bottom of your eyes. Fresh gives a sympathetic look, squeezing you tighter in an effort to help you relax.

You turn around and hug him back, biting your tongue to fight back the many tears wanting to slide down your cheeks.

"Yeah, let's go watch a movie."

Fresh fists pumps the air while hugging you back, his hat tilting forward.

"Sweet!"