Rained Out (AM)

[Ron Spence]

Finding just about no place to sleep this certain night and really not wanting to go back home, Ron attempted to go sleep in the park. He should have paid attention to the weather though and take notice that perhaps it wasn't the best idea. At about 11 at night the rain just started to poor and it didn't stop. For about an hour Ron tried to withhold the rain and couldn't take it anymore so at about midnight he arrived at Al's place. He remembered Allen saying he could stay at his place at any time so hopefully that any time meant he could come in the middle of the night when he, or his parents, may have been fast asleep.

Walking up to the door, he rang the doorbell and waited for an answer from somebody. His arms were folded in his chest and he was shivering. Although it was raining the weather was cold and his entire body was soaked in the cold rain from head to toe. Not a single inch of his body, from his shoes to his hair was dry and he was probably going to catch a cold, his nose already sniffling. His black sweatshirt he was wearing stuck to his body and gave an outline of his body and if it wasn't for the rain he would look pretty dirty, not showering in a while now, his body didn't have the best smell to it either the past few days. The rain helped take away a bit of that but anybody standing next to him could still smell it a little. He obviously hadn't shaved in the past few days either. Ron grew facial hair quicker then most in the school and usually took advantage of it, stylizing it in cool ways, like in the avatar picture, but in this case it was stragely, unbalanced, and just poorly kept.

Waiting at the door for only a few seconds, shivering a bit more, he impatiently rang the door bell twice quickly again to wake someone up, hopefully Al and not his parents in this case.

[Allen-Michael Dixon]

Allen Michael was walking around the National Football Hall of Fame. "Finally," he thought to himself as he spotted a large group of people dressed in black and white. There was about to be a new hall of famer announced and Allen-Michael just knew it was him. "And now, it is my pleasure to announce NFL's new hall of famer. It is," a man on the podium lingered on the last word as he proceeded in opening the special envelope that contained the name, "It is - *dingdong*. Congratulations, *dingdong*"

At this time, Allen-Michael woke up to hear the end of the second doorbell. "Argh," he groaned as he sat up in his bed, "Who the hell comes by in the middle of the night?" He sluggishly slid out of his bed and to his feet. His hair was already a wreck from sleeping, and he was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts.

He slowly walked upstairs to the top floor. Rolling his eyes and groaning the whole way. As he reached the front door, he grabbed the knob, missing it a few times before actually getting it and turning it. He looked outside sleepily, noticing Ron. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked not remembering Ron hadn't been around for the past week.

[Ron Spence]

The first thing he noticed was Allens hair. "Dude, your hair's a mess." After that he wasn't going to comment to much on it since he had obviously just gotten out of bed and Ron's was just damp and pushed down from the rain he had just been in. He had more important things to say anyway. "Al, I need a place to sleep. I'm sorry for comming this late, I was sleeping in the park and it wouldn't stop raining and now I'm cold." Quite clearly and understanding why to as that rain was not warm rain and it wasn't getting anything but colder out there either.

"You said I could come to your place if I ever needed to." Looking at Al in the eyes they were tired and worn down, depressed by something strange. "Your probibly pissed at me, I've been avoiding everyone for like a week almost." At least he had been going to most of his classes at the very least, probibly even more then usual. He knew he could count on his friend for some shelter in this case though, even if he did come at the worst of times to come at. As he said this he said it at a normal volume, not even thinking that speaking at that could wake up others in the house. He wasn't even close to thinking about any of that.

[Allen-Michael Dixon]

"Well, you only woke me up in the middle of the best dream ever. I was about to be accepted into the NFL Hall of Fame. Well, I think I was. When the guy opened his mouth, the only thing that came out was doorbell sounds," Allen-Michael stepped to the side to let Ron in, "You can stay here."

"Want to explain to me where you've been for the past week? Or why you lied about your parents kicking you out? Your mom called me worried and asked me to let her know that they love and miss you and you can come back home anytime." He shut the door as Ron stepped in and rubbed his eyes, letting out a yawn.

[Ron Spence]

Shit, this guys done a lot more research then Ronny had hoped. He was hoping just for a place to stay. Stepping in he looked down at the ground in shame as Allen asked him these questions. When he finished he looked up at him to respond. His eyes were droped and red around it, like he had recently been crying or something like that when looked really closely at it.

"Why is everyone on my back these days? It's just... just.." He was about to say something but then stopped like he didn't know what to say or he really didn't want to admit to something there. "I've been sleeping at Mercedes and at the park, that's where I've been. Fuck I've been going to classes still, isn't that enough? Just... nevermind."

Walking in the house a little he went towards a sink and took off his shirt and started to ring it out at the sink. As he was doing that he seemed to be extra tense as he rang out the shirt extra hard, so hard his hand suddenly slipped and his right hand hit the sink hard with a bang. That made Ron has a miniture freakout as he punched the sink "Ah!" Then almost falling over he rested his elbow on the sink and put his hand in his head. He was lost.

[Allen-Michael Dixon]

AM looked over at his friend while he rung his shirt out. "Well, people are worried about you. When you just all of a sudden drop talking to your best friend, why wouldn't he want to know what was going on? Besides, your mom telling me that you never got kicked out doesn't make any sense. Care to explain?"

He walked ot the fridge to grab a drink, he was still beat. When he turned around, he heard a bang and saw Ron on the floor. "Alright, Ron, enough of the bullshit. Tell me what's really going on because you're not acting like yourself, dude. Explain, please," Allen-Michael said walking over towards him.

[Ron Spence]

As he noticed his friend turning in on him closer and closer he knew there was no hiding anything anymore. It seemed the more he hid the less he could hide anything. Sighing at first he got on his knees, his arms still holding his shirt and supporting on the counter. He desided just to say what he was thinking, he could at the very least trust his best friend in this situation at the very least. He could tell Allen anything. "I hear voices... but.. but nobodies there. I hear voices in my head Al."

He then let his arms flop down but he was still holding the shirt, he was gripping it hard. "They tell me a lot of things. A lot of things about me, I'm a fuckin' loser. I'm a dead beat.. I--" He then mummbled something else but it could barley be made out. "They're yelling at me right now. THEY DON'T SHUT UP!" Holding his head he let go of the shirt and closed his eyes hard.

After doing that though he suddenly drew a blank face and with glazey eyes looked over at Allen. "And they tell me... they tell me to kill you..... they're telling me that right now. But I woun't, I can't. These aliens... whatever they are, they're taking me over." He then looked away from Allen and started to sob while looking at the dirty kitchen ground below him. "They woun't go away."

Right above him was a nice set of kitchen knives, around the kitchen contained many useful weapons, and who knows what Ron had on him to begin with if he came here to see Allen after saying that. Sobbing more as he started to lay on the ground, he burried his hands in the face to hide himself.

[Allen-Michael Dixon]

Allen-Michael stepped back, somewhat afraid for his own life. How could he not have seen his best friend's mind was going before his eyes? "Ron, man, you're scaring the FUCK outta me!" he yelled in Ron's direction backing up a bit, leaving him on the floor. The kitchen, of all places, where there were tons of knives and other sharp objects around.

[Ron Spence]

Seeing his friend back away from him he stopped shaking and glazed into the eyes of Allen. His own eyes seemed like they had a blank stare to them like he barley even knew where he was at the moment. He got up on his feet slowly, using the counter to slowly built him up, but never turned his back on Allen. "What's the matter Al... Don't you trust me, your best friend?" As he was standing up the set of kitchen knives stood beside him, unknown to all if he even knew that was there. "Can't I trust you Al? My best friend? Come on." Although he had pleas his voice went to almost total monotone in a creepy way, like he was really starting to lose his mind.

[Allen-Michael Dixon]

Allen-Michael backed up even more as Ron stood up, "No. Ron, man, it's hard to trust someone who just said voices are telling them to kill his best friend. For all I know, you wanna do that. Could you just move away from the knives? Then we could sit down and talk this over like adults," he said nervously, still backing up.

[Ron Spence]

He didn't even notice the knives until Allen pointed them out but as he saw them his head turned and focused on the set. Going to go quickly reach for it he accidently hit the holding first and the knives spilt out into the sink, making a lot of clashes and Ron get on his knees and cover his ears. "They're attacking!" Breathing in and out hard, Ron slowly raised and noticed nothing was around, to just notice Allen again.

He gave him a droopy blank look as he looked towards the sink as he notice the stack of knives and grabbed one without thought. Without that thought his hand hit another knife and sliced him on his index finger. Withdrawing his hand quickly he held it close and moved away from the sink, almost forgetting where he even was now.

[Marinna Neilson]

[excuse my laziness, but I don't feel like changing accounts.]

Allen-Michael panicked as Ron grabbed at the knives. He was afraid for his life, what would he do if he could never say goodbye to Chloe. He quickly grabbed a pen and piece of grocery list stationary. "Chloe, I love you and I always will. Please don't miss me too much. Love always, Allen-Michael." He quickly jotted it down and pushed it back after hearing a loud crash and seeing Ron on the ground ducking. Then, he saw him grab for another knife and freaked. Why was Ron doing this?

[Ron Spence]

As soon as he saw Allen again and looked him in the eyes he suddenly stopped and dropped the knife that was in his hands, like he was about to have a sudden revolation to get out of it all. It got nothing but worse for Ron though as he instead fell to the ground and started to shake his limbs and foam at the mouth. He was getting a seizure, far past the control of his body now. Ron reached past point of thinking and his brain was now entering a strange mode, causing the seizure and die if not treated soon.

[Allen-Michael Dixon]

Allen-Michael's fear turned to worry as he saw his friend hit the floor. He quickly ran to the kitchen phone and called 911. They were sending an ambulance. Ron's condition looked bad, AM was curious as to what all was going on. Maybe the doctor could tell him after Ron was checked out. He kneeled on the floor next to his friend, "Ron, you're gonna be okay, buddy."

[Ron Spence]

As he continued with the with the seizure helooked into the eyes of Allen as he talked to him. Although he continued to barley be able to see anything and his body continued to tremble for a few more seconds before it started to calm down, he could still flatly out see Allen looking at him. In Ron's eyes was fear, he barley had any clue what was going on anymore.