Steve almost looked disappoint in his efforts, but also a little offended. “It’s not that bad man, I mean, It’s so damn cheap!”
I Sighed a little. “Theres nothing wrong with those cheap packet’s man, we both used to have them all the time back in the High-school days, but let’s be honest here, theres absolutely no nutritional value in those noodles what-so-ever and they’re just a quick snack that can help to fill the void, not fuel you. Your far better off buying some nice juicy meat and veggies and making yourself a real meal, with gravey and mashed potatoes and such, it’s really not that expensive when you look at it. By the way, heres your plate, bud, Your gonna fuckin’ love this shit aye”
Steve looked at his plate and his face lit up.
“Aye” was his only response.
He understood what I meant about his cheap noodles but never agreed or disagreed, perhaps he hadn’t seen a plate-full of food in a long time.
“Thanks man, this looks like a fuckin’ Banquet to me!” he said as he sat down on his 2-seater couch.
Also, I made my way to the same couch but on the other side.
The couch was facing his TV, which was already on, so as we ate, we watched TV, Making small-talk mostly during the advertisements but also talking gossip and such since I had been away for so long.
Some of the things I was hearing from steve was completely the opposite from what I had heard from Lochy.
“Strange” I though, one of these two was lying to me…
I felt a slight vibration in my pocket and knew that it was Lochy.
I rest my plate-full of food on my lap and pulled out my phone to read the message. “Please don’t stay at Steve’s tonight, It’s a bad place to stay”
“Whos the Lovin’ from” steve asked, His eyes were flicking from my eyes to my phone, as if he were trying to read my message but without me noticing it.
“It’s from Foxy, I met up with him in town. He want’s me to catch up with him tonight” I Lied to him, for some reason I caught a bad vibe from him when he was telling me the gossip that I had missed out on, that sounded just like the same Gossip that lochy had told me, but the details were different.
I quickly replied to Lochy saying that I was staying at Steve’s and that was that.
Steve shrugged his shoulder’s and turned his gaze back to the TV. “Fair enough, your not going there tonight though”
“Whuh? What do you mean that I’m not going there tonight?” I replied in confusion. It was at that moment, I begun to worry.
“Dude, haven’t you heard? Foxy has like, completely run off the rails aye, He’s a massive drug addict now” This took me back a bit.
For that entire year that I had known Foxy in person, and the 3 years that followed that, online. He had never done any drugs as far as I knew, hell. I think Im responsible for getting that little Mexican kid properly drunk for the first time when we went on a car cruise down to Adelaide and got shit-faced at some festival.
Sure we had spoken about it before, mostly because I had told him that I begun smoking weed to find a way to cope with the stress of living in Perth but even after admitting to that, he never said anything.
Besides, Foxy was a Uni student that was studying to become a friggin Doctor!
I looked at Steve who was looking blankly at the TV Screen.
“What do you mean ‘Drug addict’? I heard ages ago that he was going to go into Uni and become a doctor or somethin”
I needed to be vague if I were to define his truths from his lies.
“Nah, he WAS going to be a doctor and go to Uni but he failed the entry test like, last month or somethin’ all he does now is inject shit and play games, Dirty bastard doesnt even clean himself that much either… Real sad, really”
Steve’s facial expressions never changed while he was talking, although his pitch did.
But I caught his Lie straight away, I had seen Foxy that day, and I knew that he was an actual student because he was carrying his books and homework to Uni with him.
Not to mention he looked like your typical Uni student, clean, well-kept etc…
My phone Vibrated again, I knew it was Lochy.
I took it out of my pocket and read the message. “Dude, seriously, get out of there! Im on my way to pick you up”
Instead of replying, I put my phone back into my pocket, Steve noticed me looking at my phone and asked if that was Foxy txting me again. “Nah, it was just an e-mail, some dumb advert again…” I replied trying to sound as genuine as possible.
“Can I see it? I find some of those ads kinda funny for some reason” Steve said, he looked and sounded Genuine this time but I knew that the only reason he wanted my phone was so he could see who was txting me and what they were saying.
“Oh really? Sorry man, I already deleted it” I said chuckeling a little under my breath to sound genuine.
Steve sort of looked at me, narrowing his eyes on me.
“Shit” I thought to myself, “I think I should figure out a way outta here”
For the short amount of time I had, I came up with what I thought at the time was a damn good response.
“Hey man, uhhh could I bug ya and ask if you got any Smokes?” Tenderly asking, I was.
“Yeah man, I got some right here” Steve pulled out his packet of tailors and handed me one.
“Oh..” I said “I actually only really like Rollies, Champion Ruby to be exact, you got any of those?”
I’m not actually a smoker at all, but all I needed was an excuse to leave the apartment and because I knew that Steve was a smoker, he’s understand that a smoker’s cravings are rediculous.
“I dont remember you even being a smoker” he said narrowing his eyes a little more.
“Yeah, took it up when I started Weed, It was to help with the stress of living in a hole” I replied
Steve sopped and thought for a second, I could see the cogs and wheels in his head turning as he was constructing his next set of questions or comments.
“Anywho, dude, I’ll be right back. Just gonna pop down to that Deli that I saw on the corner and grab a pouch”
I said whilst standing up and casually making my way to the door.
“Everything’s shut now, dude” he replied.
“I’ll just find a 24-hour Servo then” I got closer to the door.
He didnt reply, he only looked at me as I reached for the door handle, completely forgetting that he had locked the door when we closed it behind me.
Observing the door it had a hell of a lot of locks on it, I don’t even think the door itself nor the hindges could withstand the force that these locks could easilly take.
There was about 7 Locks on this bloody door and by the time I got to the 5th one I stopped…
The prick was a button-combination lock.
“hey dude, uhhh whats the combination for this lock?” I queried whilst trying some generic codes like 1234 or 0000.
“uhhh… I cant seem to remember right now man, just give it a second, It’ll come to me.” his reply sounded a little twisted.
I begun to fear for myself… Steve was upto something, and that something required me for some reason.
Oh how I hoped that he wasnt some sort of fucking murderer…
But you already know that dont ya, otherwise I would’ve been able to write this story for you.