"Come on, Crisis," Derek said, waving him to come with.
"Where are we going?"
"My house. Unless you want to go to yours instead."
"No. Let's go to your house."
And the two emo boys began walking. Derek's house wasn't too far away. It was a one-level house in the "poor" section of town, about three or four blocks down from Jon's house. When they got there, Derek opened his bedroom window and climbed in. Then Chris did the same.
Chris had been quiet all the way there, but when he sat down on Derek's bed, he spoke. "How did I become emo?" His tone a voice suggested that he was only mildly interested in an answer.
"With this," Derek said, holding up his black razor blade. "It's magic."
"Can I ever turn back to normal?" There seemed to be just a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Well, the one eye that wasn't covered with his long hair, anyway.
"No," Derek lied. Of course, the stone could change Chris back to normal, but Derek didn't want the stone's existence to be known to Chris quite just yet. Chris (aka Crisis, now) may have been a "friend", but that was only because he was made that way through magic. Derek's "magic razor" didn't change Chris' memories or change reality so that Chris had always been an emo. It just changed Chris' appearance and his state of mind. That's it. Derek would have to get to know him more before he could trust him with the knowledge of the wishing stone.
"I'm not surprised," Chris said plainly. "When it comes to me, everything always goes wrong." He paused for a moment, then asked "Why did you make me like this?" Again, it was in that same tone, suggesting that he was only mildly interested in an answer. There was no hatred in his voice, although it seemed like there should have been, considering that Derek intentionally changed him into an emo, and he clearly knew that. But perhaps he couldn't hate Derek, since the "magic razor's" function was not only to make the person it cuts into an emo, but also makes the person Derek's friend. He was forced to not hate Derek.
"I wanted someone who could suffer in misery with me," Derek said. "Will you suffer with me?"
"Yes."
Derek smiled. It was the first time he smiled that way in years. But this situation warranted it. He now had a friend. A real friend, who he could share all of his misery and troubles with.
