These are the messages from Noel:

chevyy.n: elliuot

chevyy.n: help me

chevyy.n: im at paerkers house

chevyy.n: im on top of the roof

chevyy.n: help

chevyy.n: help me please

chevyy.n: im sorry

chevyy.n: I dont wana go home

chevyy.n: please i dont wanna have to face him like this

chevyy.n: im beggg you

chevyy.n: please

chevyy.n: ELLIOT

chevyy.n: i dont wana die

chevyy.n: im so high up

chevyy.n: please come quick

chevyy.n: please.

chevyy.n: im sorry for being so selfish

Oh fuck. I messed up.

Hands, trembling, I went to message Adrian, my stupid thumb landing on the call button.

"Heyyy, my dude," he slurred into his phone. This was probably the first and last time I will actually be relieved to hear his voice.

"Adrian! Go outside and check the roof, someone's up there, and they're about to fall off. Do me a favor and help--"

"No can do my bruva." He said, interrupting me, "there's a fee that you need to pay first."

Ugh.

"W-what the fuck? I really need your help right now, tell me the fee later."

"Will you do anything?" he asked, stretching out the 'anything'.

See, this is why I almost never ask Adrian for help.

"For fuck's sake, YES!"

"Okay, I'll text you after I help that 'someone' down."

"Sure, whatever."

It's a good thing he was drunk; he won't remember anything the next morning.