Heaven Abound: Genesis

By Matthew Keaton

About the Book
Join in on an adventure of epic proportions rarely before seen as a group of outcasted teens graduate high school and tackle life by the horns! Not only as they bear the heavy weight of climbing uneasily into adulthood but take on bigger demons that threaten everything they hold dear! It’s up to all of them to stick together to protect each other while they survive as the universe throws them a horrifying curveball, one after another! For if they don’t, their friendships won’t be the only things that are destroyed!
Heaven Abound is currently an ongoing series, so you better watch out for new editions!
About the Author
Matthew Keaton is a New York native, born in Brooklyn and raised in Long Island. He grew up curious and eager to learn. Always creative and spontaneous, writing and drawing came naturally. Even from a young age, being well read and ahead of the curve came in handy and boosted him through his academics. Spending a large portion of his years in Texas after moving from his Long Island home of 13 years, he spent 11 years there with his immediate family. After those 11 years, he moved to Colorado alone to start a new life. Alongside his creative journey, he pursued physical fitness and became a certified personal trainer in order to inspire and help others on their own journeys. Largely in tune with health and fitness, his imagination also expanded past writing to even producing music like his father. He was also no stranger to food and cooking as it was a hobby he picked up from his mother.
During the earlier stages of covid in March 2020, especially during official lockdown, a large amount of time was given to Keaton to expand his ideas and experience life. Through this experience, he began to write nonstop in order to produce the novel series Heaven Abound. Among other titles, the ideas and framework for this series had been mulled over for a few years before being made flesh and before publishing was a twinkle in his eyes. The ideas in question had been formulaically edited, honed, and changed ever since he himself was in high school as a senior. Moreover, the writing was initially a type of therapy and was never meant to be seen by any eyes beside his own. As time passed he was finally able to put his ideas down, bringing the characters and story to life!

• Language: English
• Publisher: RoseDog Books
• Release date: May 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798889257363

Book preview

Chapter 1

Quiet Old Roads

Here lies my hopes and dreams. Kasey said, triumphantly.

He valiantly posed his shoe atop his planted shovel head, wiping the sweat from his brow and scratching the middle part of skin between his nose and mouth with his finger. Smiling down at what he’d done, he looked toward his friend for approval.

You are an idiot in geniuses’ clothing Kasey. Martin said, strolling away with a smile on his face

Hey! At least admire the craftsmanship of the tombstone! Kasey said

The tombstone was regular and undersized in comparison to others they’d looked at to pick out, the only real limit to the design being the price tag. Their weekend excursion became more of a scavenger hunt for a place to bury Kasey’s old stuff than anything else.

Yeah, maybe after you glue jewels on it first ya’ nutjob. Martin said, playfully punching Kasey on the shoulder

Kasey was an ex-artist but just didn’t believe he was ever good enough. Turning from medium to medium in a matter of days, he excelled in all. He chose to ditch his life as an amateur artist and decided to pursue a music career instead.

All throughout high school, people would get commissions from him for their artwork. He was the guru of underhanded art laundering, eventually having to cover his own literal paper trail and deciding on an overdramatic burial. He would then fully focus on his musical side projects, keeping his fingers off pencils and paint for good.

Martin would mostly keep to himself, that is if Kasey or his small mutual friend circle wasn’t around. He used to write music and short stories himself, but got writer’s block and ditched his efforts. He never allowed anyone to view his works and was overall self-conscious about them, so Kasey’s plight was felt by him aswell.

He’d tried out wrestling but that didn’t end very well. As of right now, he was just trying to live out his best life as a high school junior.

Come on, what about a few choice words on their behalf? Kasey said, catching up to Martin.

Martin walked over and took a nice big loogie on the gravesite. Kasey clapped in approval, thoroughly impressed at Martin’s audacity.

May they rest in pieces. Amen. Martin said, in a mocking preachers voice.

Hallelujah. Kasey said, slapping the loose soil with his shovel one last time.

They rode home on their bikes as the evening sun departed from the sky over the horizon. They split ways right before the cul-de-sac Martin lived in came into view, just as they did every evening.

Then Martin’s usual routine took place; being ignored by his very busy parents, stalking the internet for juicy news articles and things to make him smile, then eventually he did stretches. Sometimes his nights involved staying up late chatting with Kasey until sleep took one of them.

Martin was a simple boy even growing up so he didn’t need much except his friends and a few hobbies. Just wanted to do the world right and have everyone happy. A forceful peacekeeper by trade, he was always overshadowed by Kasey’s Zen nature and level head.

He is currently attending one of the best schools in his state, which doesn’t say much. After preschool and elementary, everyone in the area was funneled into a singular middle school. It was one that surprisingly could house more students than was legally allowed, but no one complained.

There were several other less prominent middle schools that would butt heads with one another via sports or competitions every now and then, but they were more or less invisible.

Everyone then went on to one of about four different high schools scattered around, two of which being right next to each other. Martin and his friends went to Bradley High, and maybe if not for their previous friendships in elementary and middle school, they wouldn’t have met each other at all.

Currently recovering from break and having just enough mental fortitude to attend classes or formally meet up, the squad entered the building individually.

Well good moooorning bedhead! Becky said, leaning on Martin’s shoulder

She ran her fingers through his jet-black mane while giving his head a small noogie.

Ahhhh, Becky it is too early for your shit, auugh! Martin said, sleepily

Wow, did you sleep under a car last night? Ya look like a possum my mom ran over last week. Derek chimed in, bumping into Martin’s shoulder

Thanks. No, more like Kasey kept me up at 12am posting shitty dad jokes and memes into our video chat. Martin said, gesturing widely at Kasey walking beside him

"Hey, you know that cat one was good! Coulda gone to sleep whenever you felt like it. Had me fooled when I heard you pissing yourself laughing." Kasey said

They all shared a laugh, the world seeming to be as bright as ever. Coming back from break didn’t seem so tall a task, given they were now upperclassmen and on their way out.

I just had a rough night. Had the weirdest dreams…Been having them for a while now. Anyways, where’s fat blonde and jorty at? Martin asked, looking around and behind him

"Rickie? Man I haven’t heard from him in literal days. That new JRPG thing that came out last Friday has stolen him. I heard from Stevie that he locked himself in his room. Barricaded it with dumbbells and a couple chairs." Derek said.

Derek looked around and then whispered into Martin’s ear, Absolute mad lad I tell ya., to which Martin laughed.

"Wow, didn’t think it was possible for him to lift weights." Becky said, jokingly

Well looky here boys a voice from beside them said in a condescending tone.

I didn’t know the circus was in town. A second voice chimed in.

Check out that elephant in the middle, she’s a bigg’un! a third voice entered.

Quiet now! You don’t wanna scare it away. Yet another said

Then a wide framed guy walked into view of the group as they turned to see where the mockery came from.

Get bent Clay. Becky sneered

She had a look on her face that was equal parts annoyed, but also angry, to which Clay noticed but seemed to ignore immediately.

"It’s the first Monday of the new semester, piss off Chad." Kasey chimed in from behind Martin

…That’s, Clay…not Chad. But hey, hey, hey no need to get angry now. Clay said, holding his palms forward as if to ask everyone to back away

Come on, I’m sure we can all be friends. Maybe I have some peanuts in my gym bag. I’m sure the elephant would want some. Clay said, snickering with his cronies

Hey, step off bro. It’s not her fault your manhood is lacking in more than one place. Derek said, smiling deviously.

Clay’s blood visibly turned to a boil and a vein started to bulge across the side of his head as Martin’s group threw around high fives and chuckles.

Oh! Here they are! Clay said, through clenched teeth.

He tossed the bag of peanuts toward Becky’s face. Martin caught them in midair without really having to look for the trajectory, crushing the bag in his hand then beginning to slowly approach Clay and his goons. At this point the group noticed Martin’s intentions and tried to hold him back at the arms, but it was barely even stopping him.

No, no, no man don’t do it here. He ain’t worth it. Derek pleaded with Martin, still holding him back.

Martin raised his other hand, signaling no malicious intent, and they let him go. Clay was visibly confused with a hint of surprise, looking on.

I think you dropped this. Martin said

He spilled the bag’s crushed contents all over Clay’s new jersey and gelled up dark brown hair. Leaning farther into Clay’s face, sporting a look of annoyance rather than anger, he continued.

You should be more careful next time. Martin said, proceeding to walk through him.

The others cut around the three standing in the hallway while Clay stood still, shocked and growing more upset each second. His mouth slowly twisted into an angry frown before turning around.

You think you pull some fucking rank over me to play me stupid like that?! Huh Hanifin?! Clay asked, pointing at Martin.

Several people turned to look, but Martin proceeded to keep walking.

You used to have class ya’ know?! Not my fault you’re stuck with all the losers and freaks now! Clay screamed down the hall at the group.

Martin then stopped, and turned around, Derek shaking his head.

"Why yes, I think I do. Against someone as childish and small-minded as you I could only do that. Now, what did you call my friends?" Martin retorted, before turning around himself.

Clay stood back a little, surprised at Martin’s declaration.

You and I used to be buds Hanifin. I don’t know what flew into your pants but that shit doesn’t fly with me! Clay yelled down the hall as the two thugs nodded in agreement.

Oi! Shut your shit up you short cunts and get to class! A booming accented voice yelled back from down the hallways

It was none other than janitor, Angus. Standing at 6’7" up in the clouds with hair as red as his face, he made his presence known from around a corner. He shipped off from a non-descript part of Scotland around two years prior, during Martin’s sophomore year and has since become an absolute school treasure.

The school board tends to overlook his less than savory behavior and frequent cursing at students due to his cleaning prowess, which has been unmatched since the school’s founding so gossip says. Though making fun of people shorter than him was his favorite pastime, that appeared to include everyone. Angus ushered them down the mostly empty hall with his broom like he was shooing rats.

Clay walked past Martin wiping peanut crumbs off his jersey and hair.

Alright then. Donner Park, 4pm. Just wanna talk, be there. Clay threatened, before moving past Martin.

Move it along ya’ cheeky bastard, and the lot o’ ya’s! Angus shouted once more

Don’t let me see ya’ messin’ wit’ Marty, ya’ pompous preppy bastard! Angus continued shouting.

Though Martin stood at around six foot, Angus and him grew to be good friends through sophomore year. Martin’s very presence seemed to quell food fights, general debauchery and bathroom tomfoolery, so Angus in short liked him being around.

Clay and his goons were star football players even by state standards and had only lost one game before Clay made the cut, but even he was afraid of Angus the janitor. He was nothing but a big husky 200 something pound footballer with hair straight from the 50’s, and an attitude from the stone age.

He and Becky dated for a while, but she couldn’t stand him so they split. There was a rumor going around that it was more his doing than her’s, but everyone had since chalked it up to gossip. He had been a thorn in Martin and Becky’s side ever since, not to mention everyone else caught in the crossfire.

Martin on the other hand was hunky yet fit and quite proportional for his frame. In most people’s eyes, they were polar opposites, but still two sides of a coin. Depending on who you asked, they’d tell you who was in public favor.

Martin left his wrestling career behind after incidents that occurred, tarnishing his already sinking status. He was the star of everyone’s eye before Clay bulked up.

Martin used to be buddies with Clay and one of his friends before the ‘Middle School Funnel’, that being what everyone called it. Everyone was so tightly knit that the nobodies were friends with the somebodies and vice versa. Things started getting rough with Clay’s home life and he slowly fell from grace as he gained a few extra pounds. That being said, he also packed on just as much muscle, eventually becoming Bradley’s star footballer.

Classes went on per usual until lunch, with not a peep from anyone about the morning’s happenings.

So, what are your plans for this weekend guys? Wanna try and set up another DnD run? I have the new Outer Realm Editiiion! Rickie asked, basically coming out from under a cafeteria table

Yeeeah, sorry man. I have this project I’m working on. Martin replied, through a half-eaten sandwich.

"What is it? What could possibly be more important?" Rickie asked, genuinely confounded.

‘Not being a nerd for once’ is a name I’ve chosen for it currently. Martin replied while snatching fries from his plate.

Well played sir. Rickie said, slow clapping, feigning being impressed.

And plus the last few times we tried to get the gang’s schedules right, it was a catastrophe. Martin said.

Yeah, I still don’t think that Ryan has recovered from that explosion yet… Rickie said, looking down at his plate.

Weren’t you supposed to be barricaded in your room today playing that new game? Kasey asked, squinting at Rickie.

Who in the world told you that? Steven? Rickie asked.

Steven. Kasey assured.

I can no longer trust my own sibling. Rickie said, shaking his head and looking down.

Well, you missed some magical shit Martin pulled off on Clay this morning. My knight in shining denim and canvas. Becky said, pretending to swoon.

Nothing about that was magical, Clay has a fucked-up arm and throws everything in the same pattern literally every single time. Ever since he got it ‘stuck’ in that cow’s ass and fractured it. Martin said, denouncing his witchcraft.

Hah, oh yeah, forgot. Well, thank you anyways. Becky said, fluttering her eyelashes.

No problem. Martin replied flatly.

 So, are you going to Donner at four dude? I mean if you are I can bring Norman and his brother Mordecai. They’re probably around that trailer park somewhere digging through garbage again. Derek said.

Yes, and nah. Mordecai would probably bring a homemade rocket launcher to a fist fight. And Norman is…a bit slow. Martin said

Well, he’s still a heavy hitter. You just might need that dude. He could bring the entire team to whoop your ass. We don’t know what’s up. Derek said.

You implying I can’t handle myself? Martin asked.

I’m a little lost here, what happened? Rickie asked.

Martin crushed a bag of peanuts over Clayface’s head when he tried to throw it at Becky this morning, then challenged him to a duel I guess. Derek said, resuming the eating of his peas.

"It was hilarious, not gonna lie. It was like I just saw a comedy skit, minus the weird laughter in the background." Kasey laughed.

Hah, nice. Martin said, fist bumping Kasey

What?! Dude don’t go! Remember the last time this kinda thing happened-

Everyone looked toward Rickie and some shushed him.

Martin shot Rickie the look of death and stood up.. Rickie felt the impact of what he’d brought up hit him immediately.

I’ll be back, gotta use it. Martin finally said, as he walked away

 Way to go you dumb khaki wearing goblin. Derek said, slapping Rickie on his head

Ouch! I didn’t mean anything by it! Wait, Martin… Rickie said, across the cafeteria as Martin thought to himself while his eyes darted wildly around for an answer while staring into his own reflection. He washed his face, then brilliance struck.

Wait, I got it! He said aloud

Martin returned minutes later, almost automatically in a better mood, wearing a small grin on his face.

"Apologize, you little-

Guys, guys it’s okay, Rickie is right in a sense. Martin said

Derek put Rickie down by the collar and listened in.

Listen, Rickie, I cherish your advice, no hard feelings. All your opinions are appreciated. Without logical thought I wouldn’t have just realized something…I will forever have a one up on that bastard if I don’t show up, so I’m not going! Martin said, raising his hands and smiling like he just won the lottery

Everyone jumped up and got in on a group hug. The group decided on hanging out at the local malt shop to decompress after their first day back over some sundaes. It was something they’d normally do, but they were feeling particularly festive that evening so it was just destiny.

"But then it’s like, I never even knew the guy. Like what the hell-who the hell does he think he is??" Brenda said

…Honestly Brenda, I lost you at the part where he jumped out your window with the chihuahua under his arm. Martin said, sipping from his shake

Ugh nevermind, he’ll be back, and I’ll be ready. I swear on my ex-husband. Brenda said, aggressively cleaning a glass

So, will that be all for y’all? Brenda asked

Yeah Brenda, just put it on my tab. Rickie said

It was nearing six o’clock and everyone was feeling a bit drained after attempting to study together, and trying to watch Rickie play that cursed game on his mobile system.

You know guys, I’ve applied to like three different colleges, and I heard back from one! Heard that this one that’s out of state will transfer my side-line AP and pre-college course credits! Rickie said, excitedly

"I’m sorry bro, but you are such a nerd." Derek said

Rickie pouted and continued on his handheld. Not long after, the diner doorbell clanged and heavy bootsteps started getting closer to the table. A figure sat down at the table with the rest of the group, setting down their orange and black biker helmet.

Sup little bro. Steven said, popping his collar up and smiling

Uugh, go away Steven. Rickie said

He frazzled Rickie’s hair and moved over to Derek, Derek cutting him off before he could even say a word.

Yooo Stevie how’s the hustle going? I see you still got that helm the guys gave you! Derek said across the table, smacking the table rhythmically

He looked like an overjoyed grade schooler high on caffeine, wearing a goofy face while biting his bottom lip. The helmet was an orangish gold color with a black visor, shining in the diner’s lighting.

"Ayy not so loud Lil’ Blue, the snitches are all round us 24/7! Someone hears I got special treatment, everyone’ll want some." Steven said, combing his hair up and looking around

Oh right, gotcha. Derek said, sitting back down

Steven is part of The Shade Gang. A gang of ostentatiously staged crimes and bad repute, but also of mystery. It went back as far as World War II records showed. Rumor had it that it was established by three guys who came back from the war who invested in shady dealings. Coal mining plots with a side hustle of gold panning in rivers all over the state gave them unbelievable funds. Legend never said what side they were on, but the group consensus was German.

Completely anti-government, but completely cool. It’s now run by even shadier characters who run things differently and like to keep all secrets hidden, like gold in a chest.

They have been known for being up to no good, which in turn gave Steven a bad rep around town that would rub off onto Rickie when it got the chance.

It’s goin’ okay Lil’ Blue, but things have been slowing down recently. Uncle Russet is going down some old paths and screwin’ around in the mines again like it’s 43’. And don’t tell Missie Green I said nothin’, but the ranks are failing a bit. There just might even be space for someone accountable, responsible? Maaaybeeee someooone, such as yourself? Steven said, pointing at Derek.

Steven looked over to Derek scratching his five o’clock shadow, smiling his salesman’s grin. Rickie sighed and looked up from his handheld at his brother with contempt.

"Steven I swear-

It would be an honor sir! Derek said, shooting Steven a salute.

Rickie shook his head and continued gaming.

Ayy alright, give it some time. I’ll let you know, then you’ll know, ya know? Steven said.

…Yes. Derek said, mesmerized.

Steven picked his teeth with the end of a large carving knife and exited the malt shop almost as soon as he came. Downing pancakes as if it was for a competition, he sped off on his low rider.

He is so cool. I wonder how I can make him think I’m dependable enough for the job. Derek said, head in his hands, watching Steven leave.

He isn’t all that, trust me. Plus you’d be a lacky for the Shade Gang, them being one of the most brutal and hate harboring gangs in the area besides the damn skinheads in the northern counties. Rickie said.

Maybe if you’d stop eye-fucking ‘Stevie’ everytime you see him? Becky asked, tilting her head.

Kasey stifled a laugh as he looked at Derek’s reaction.

I do NOT! Derek said, visibly blushing and hitting the table.

Whatever dude. Becky said, stifling a laugh.

Hey, it’s getting late you guys, we should probably shove out. Martin advised.

Everyone followed Martin out of the diner, and they all went their separate ways. The sun was in the exact same position as before, as though yesterday had been on replay. With Kasey and Martin doing their usual route, ending up home never felt so repeated. They stayed up for hours until sleep eventually took Martin for a change.

But the night wasn’t done with Martin. He’d wake up with a start in a cold sweat from another nightmare. This one had seemed more real than the rest, like a camera focusing on something far away. It was like he was underwater or behind glass looking at cloudy visions of figures talking.

Usually it was just vague talking and a glowing green sphere with awful, horrific sounds that would sometimes jolt him awake in the middle of the night. The sounds of women weeping, children crying and men yelling rumbled in his ears near every night. This one would impart on him the maniac cackling, with distant roars from beasts unknown in the background.

And all this being so, the last roar sent Martin straight out of his bed. He flung himself onto the floor almost deaf, his ears ringing from the sound that was never made, and he never heard. That happened last Wednesday, and now today is Friday.

Chapter 2

Creeping Feeling

I know I’ve said this before, but I’ll ask it again; you look like shit bro. You feelin’ alright? Listen, if you need sleep just tell me to stop chatting you. Just say so, I won’t get hurt. Kasey said, joking around.

No, it’s not that, it’s these fucking nightmares again man. It started near the beginning of summer break, but they’re just getting worse. Martin said

He had started looking more disheveled and worse for wear by the day. Kasey grew more concerned and hugged Martin before they went off to class. Martin was a little surprised by the gesture, but reciprocated the hug awkwardly.

See ya dude, hope you feel better! Skate park at four right? Kasey asked, running to his own class and waving back at Martin.

Uh, yeah. Martin said

See you there! Kasey said, turning the corner.

Martin waved back and nodded, absent-minded as a small smile streaked across his tired face without his knowledge.

I never really thought about it, but Kasey gives great hugs…Is that weird? Martin said to himself aloud, adjusting his backpack strap with care

Martin’s thoughts were cut short as the bell rang, bringing him back to reality.

Okay class, today we are going to be learning about th- Miss Palmer cut out and Martin slipped into his own dream world once more.

Another roar lunged him awake as if not allowing him to sleep.

Mr. Hanifin? Do you need to say something? Miss Palmer asked, her arms crossed, brows furrowed

Yes indeed. I need to use the restroom. Martin said quickly, darting up from his chair and bolting from the room before she said anything else

He began throwing up his breakfast as soon as he reached through the bathroom doorway, as he’d barely got it into the garbage bin nearby.

Martin cleared off his face with some water and rejoined the class with even less of his mind intact. The day passed by slow and before Martin knew it, he was leaving his final class.

It was around 3:30pm and Martin was too eager to join Kasey at the skatepark but was confused as to why. It were almost a feeling he couldn’t place his finger on besides just wanting to relax. He arrived when the sun became slightly off peak with the mountains and hills in the distance, joining his friend for some sick flips.

Heh! Bet you can’t do this tasty lick! Kasey said

Kasey proceeded to perform said tasty lick, immediately making Martin jealous. Not to mention slightly sparking his competitive side. It was a back to front wheelie into kick flip combo that completely and genuinely impressed Martin.

Yeah you got me there again, you damn magician. Odds are I’d break a board like Billy. Martin said

Cannot believe you remember that. And you wouldn’t, you aren’t three-hundred pounds. Kasey said

Maybe so, but seriously, you have to teach me how to do this shit. I’ve been cradling back and forth on grinds since the day I fell out of the womb and can’t really do anything besides coast now! I’ve lost my punch. Martin said.

It’s like I always say bro, practice makes better. Kasey said

Why not perfect? Martin asked

Perfect is you being content with something instead of continuing to improve. You just always get better at something if you practice, not perfect. Kasey said

That’s really something. Didn’t know I was skating with Descartes. Martin said

Wrong philosopher. Kasey said, taking on the halfpipe

Whatever. Martin said, rolling his eyes

Not going to lie though, all this ‘shredding’ is making me tired. Martin said, using air quotes with his fingers

Alright, we can take a break, Grandpa Hanifin. Kasey said to Martin, getting off his board and ushering Martin over to the big oak tree near the picnic space.

Kasey extended an arm over Martin’s shoulders and walked him over to a nearby tree. Martin began to crumple in size a bit from the sudden touching, but eventually pushed inward instead of away.

Take a seat gramps, and make sure not to bust a hip. Kasey said, seating himself against the tree

Ah you know, these old hips ain’t what they used to be. Martin said, in an old man’s voice

They shared a laugh and started some banter, just passing time in the cool shade. The chilling breezes the town was known for had finally descended from the mountains not too long ago, and the trees fluttered in the breeze.

It was a beautiful sight that could bewitch even the devil himself. There they sat, amongst a small group of people leaving, and they continued passing time.

"And I was like ‘holy shit, you were there?!’" Kasey continued

Hah, what the shit. He just stood there staring back too? Martin asked

Yeah, like a deer in headlights! Or a cat, rather. Kasey said

My God, your cats belong in a circus Kasey. Martin said, shaking his head

Naaah, I’d miss my babies while they’d go out and make other people laugh. Not to mention make more money than me. Kasey said

Hah! So is the life of a broke teenager. Martin said

"Right? Jeez. Speaking of going out and making money, when are we gonna get outta this place? We are so gonna room together for college. I already have a job lined up at the post office." Kasey said

Yeah man, I’d like that. And honestly I don’t know, but I wanna leave Maple ASAP. Martin agreed

"Yeah man. Oh, hey I didn’t wanna bring it up earlier, and I’m still not sure if I should ever, but since we are more or less alone, I wanted to know. Be prepared, as this is gonna seem out of the blue." Kasey said

Martin paused for a moment, hesitating on a response.

Go for it. What’s up dude? Martin asked

I’ll never tell a soul if you tell me, but I never got to know the full story. Stop me if it’s too much. Kasey said.

"On get on with it-

What ever happened with you and Alissa? Kasey asked timidly, cringing at his own question, cutting Martin off.

Martin visibly grew distant, as you could see the disdain for the question creep onto his face. The air grew heavy with tension as the wind blew leaves past them. Martin looked down, now with a new emotion sprawled across his face. It spelled contempt, but then alluded to frustration with a sigh.

"Alissa, huh? Nothing really happened. She tried to fabricate a story to kinda ‘dethrone’ my public moral status, like it hadn’t been damaged enough already. It went a little like this: I broke up with her, she wanted vengeance, and I wasn’t having that shit so we kinda went to war for two months before it all finally ended." Martin began.

"We had only been dating for maybe six months at most. It was in the spring break of sophomore year when I’d say it started. We’d put up propaganda against each other all over school, like posters and shit talk online. It was kinda fun, and I even thought of it as a game. I didn’t even think she was serious. No, more or less, I didn’t feel like she could have been serious." He said, now looking even more sad.

"I dug up some legitimate and logical evidence on one of her more private activities and accidentally started something I couldn’t fix. Now she is a social outcast blowing dudes behind Donut Haven for blunts for real this time. I ruined her life by proxy." Martin said .

Wow…Bro I never knew. You never told me- I’m sorry for bringing it up. I’ll just... Kasey said, getting up to leave.

Martin grabbed him by the arm.

No! It’s…fine…Just forget about it. Martin said.

We’ve been friends since forever dude, so I feel like you are the only person I can trust with this information I am about to spill. Martin said, getting up and leaning against the trunk of the oak tree.

He looked toward the sky, arms crossed. He sighed deeply while shutting his eyes.

"The reason behind the breakup was petty in my own opinion, and it may haunt me forever. We just didn’t really, ‘click’. The heat wasn’t there that I thought I was supposed to feel in the start. The spark people told me would be there, wasn’t there. I wanted it to be with her and only her, because that would not only have been my whole, ‘high school sweetheart’ status quo filled and have me set for life, but because I wanted it to work! I was tired of not having someone of my own. It’s also something my father would never shut up about." Martin said, waving his fingers around mockingly .

"She was so perfect with me, and she was so damn happy. I went and ruined it by telling her off in a way she couldn’t recover from, and when she couldn’t believe that she basically wasted six months with a guy who didn’t love her…couldn’t love her…She cracked. And I mean, I get that. It’s almost like my love was somewhere else. But that’s the thing! I just can’t fathom what I did to her or how I couldn’t love her. How I wasn’t able to even give the right amount of affection like a normal human being, instead I was treating her like she was barely there. Don’t even get me started on the bedroom." Martin said.

He placed his hands over his face and ran his fingers through his hair, then slumped back down next to Kasey.

Then I won’t ask. Hey, dude. Hey, look at me. It’s alright. Kasey said

"I’ve known you since we were small fries Marty, like you said. I know you wouldn’t have done anything down right malicious on purpose. It’s better you didn’t lead her on anyways. What she did afterwards was highly immature and childish, which would’ve came out in the wash at some point given it was her true colors. But despite everything that’s come your way since then, nothing has managed to cut you down. You always come back stronger, like it gives you some kind of boost. Saying I envy you would be inaccurate, but it is a decent assertion of how I feel towards you. How you go about your life is…unique. You also don’t take shit, so I have to learn that. You’re awesome dude, don’t bother feeling like anything else than awesome." Kasey said, holding onto Martin’s shoulders.

Martin looked away and smiled after noticing he was staring at his friend. Kasey then continued with even more hype talk, to Martin’s utter delight.

You even have a kickass name: Martin Hanifin. Kasey said, moving his hand in the air in front of him like he had an invisible microphone and was announcing a wrestler.

Heh, stop it…However, I am still feeling very confused about certain things. I feel like she took a concept from me I can never get back… Martin said

Like what? Kasey asked, inquisitively.

The light flew through Kasey’s messy, curly helmet hair in a way that spiked Martin’s attention. His attention was severed for a moment while his mouth attempted talking, which obviously didn’t work. His left eye twitched and his mouth followed.

L-Like…love…and stuff. Martin stuttered out, while looking at Kasey.

Kasey looked away toward the sky smiling. Wind blew calmly over the two and Kasey took a deep breath then exhaled into it.

Yeah, love can be difficult and hard to grasp, kinda like a slippery awkward fish. But when it becomes dryer and less squirmy after waiting a while, less awkward and more natural, then that’s when you get to debone it and understand its inner workings. You can understand its many aspects and pieces once you look at it correctly, or just be able to adapt to it right and be able to eat it. Kasey said.

"Yeah…I like that metaphor. It’s strange, but I think that’s why I like it." Martin said, becoming fully comfortable on his side of the tree

Also pays more if you learn how to catch ‘em’, and easier if you let your fish just grow rotten too, but that doesn’t help nobody. Kasey said, elbowing Martin in the shoulder.

Martin let out a small laugh and fell back on the tree.

"And hey, if there’s anything, like anything I can do for you dude, just tell me." Kasey said, as he looked back

Martin wetted his lips and prepared himself, accidentally yawning in the process.

Uh, can you stop being philosophical for a few minutes and, uh…maybe scooch over? I don’t wanna go home yet but I’m tired as fuck. I can’t sleep in my damn house and I need a nap. Martin said.

Right out here? Kasey asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Dude, this tree looks more comfortable than my mattress feels. Now move over Socrates." Martin said.

Ouch, how you wound me sir, but aight. You sure you’re feeling alright? Kasey asked.

Yeah, actually feeling pretty good for once. Martin said, shutting his eyes.

He leaned onto Kasey’s shoulder, but was already gone mid-sentence.

Oh! Wow, you really must’ve been…tired. This looks…interesting, but I’ll allow it. Kasey said, nervously laughing.

Martin had passed out on the spot, but as he slept he was thinking to himself. He didn’t know why but he felt at peace, or safe even. He hadn’t gotten sleep this good in weeks. There was no roaring nightmare to jolt him awake and deafen him, no teacher telling him to straighten up. There was peace. Talking it out with Kasey and finding comfort in his wisdom and unusual metaphors had really helped.

Everything was great until Martin heard something.

Uh, hey bro it’s like 6:35, we should probably get going. Kasey said, poking Martin awake.

"Well shit, tell the sun to come back up. I haven’t slept this well in a hot minute." Martin said, grumbling and still half asleep.

Kasey grew a big smile, shaking his head, then helped Martin up.

Sorry, I may be Godly, but I can’t just pull the sun back up. Kasey said jokingly.

Har, har, funny. Alright, fine, let’s go. Martin said, rubbing his eyes.

The two rode home, with a lot on their minds for the days to come, as sure as the sun sets. They still talked for hours, only to be cut short at Kasey’s discretion.

Next week is where the world started again, and it was a Monday.

Chapter 3

A Tour

Well hey you. You’re looking better for wear already! Kasey said, walking over to Martin, roughing up his hair.

Martin froze, feeling each finger rustle through his hair as if time slowed, presenting him with an odd and warm feeling he couldn’t describe down in his stomach.

W-Well it wasn’t all me after all. Martin replied, nervously.

Oh come on, I didn’t do anything different. Kasey said.

Who said I was referring to you? Martin said, pointing his nose at the sky, closing his eyes like a rich snob.

He opened an eye and glared at Kasey, who had a look of near confusion flung across his face.

I was joking bro, come on. Martin said, punching Kasey in the shoulder

I know. Just glad you’re feeling better Kasey said, smiling.

Martin had obtained a cause for pause in that very second and he was stuck. He carefully observed his friend in a brief silence as they walked on. The world seemed to stop and he couldn’t help but stare and smile.

Hellooo boys, what’s shakin’? Becky asked, sliding down the stairwell, landing next to Martin.

Yoo, what’s good Star Child? Kasey asked.

Same old same old Young Cosmic. Scouting for the other two dweebs. What’s new with y’all? Becky asked, with a hand on her hip and chewing gum

Nothing, just the usual bullshit. Martin replied.

Says you. I nursed your sick ass back to health with my awesomeness. Kasey said waving his arms around.

Okay fine, Doctor Levo. Martin said, rolling his eyes away from Kasey

Oh, well good. Oh hey, we can’t make the DnD hit tonight, me and Carla are gonna get a mani-pedi. Maybe that stylist can finally fix these fucking knots this time. Becky said, rubbing at her deep red curls.

"Oh gurls, is that the most fun you could eva’ have?" Derek said, putting on an accent.

Nah, the most fun is seeing you roll a one as your druid for movement so you trip and fall over a root, tanking a fireball then screaming when you die. But it’s like they say, save the best for last. Becky said, walking off with Carla.

Godamnit. Derek hissed out through clenched teeth in a smile.

Well let’s stop stalling and slap this Monday on the ass! Martin said, triumphantly.

"That is what I like to hear Hanifin! I’ll have to remember that one." Kasey said.

They high fived and the group dissipated once more to their assigned home rooms. Martin’s mind wandered to every nook and cranny his imagination would allow. He would wonder about his friends and how his life was turning out, and especially why he still felt a tinge of the void.

Martin always wanted to do something to give back to his community, like it was in his blood. Ever since his great grandfather was drafted into the Great War for his own country, the family has had ties to every branch of the military. Some ties were on both sides of his family if you go back far enough.

Also on the local side; police, fire-officials and even people in the on-site medical fields. Given his family’s strong ties to community service and the like, he wants to be a personal trainer. Helping people one on one is where he believes his talents truly lie, but he still felt a distinct lack of motivation.

Just out of range of the posse, Becky and Carla began to gossip. Carla mainly.

"Okay, are we not going to address that back there?!" Carla asked, visibly shaking.

Address what? Becky asked, with an eyebrow raised.

"That! Those two ripped guys you hang with!" Carla said, adjusting her glasses.

"What? Martin and Kasey? What about ‘em’? And they aren’t that ripped." Becky asked, genuinely confused.

"Did you see the way that dude roughed up that other dude’s hair, and then the other dude laughed that laugh. He had his arm slung about the other one so casually. That is like strike four already with them…I’m calling it." Carla said, looking directly into Becky’s soul.

"You were there for that? And no way you are calling it, not again Carla!" Becky said, almost angry at this point.

"I most certainly will Becky Shaw. Are those two boys…a thing?" Carla said, jumping in front of Becky with a look of pure wonder in her eyes.

Martin and Kasey? Hah! Becky laughed.

 How sure are you about that? Me and Gretel have seen otherwise. Carla said.

What do you mean? Becky asked.

We’ve…seen some things. Carla said, darting her eyes around.

So you’re stalking my friends now huh? Becky asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Well yes, but no. I only watch things that interest me, but most of it is by circumstance when I hang out with Gretel. These boys have piqued the interest of my ever-loving Fujoshi heart!" Carla said, squealing.

"Oh, so what have you ‘sleuths’ found