Ben looked up at Caleb and tried to speak, but instead he projected vomit onto Caleb's shoes.
Ben raised his shirt up just slightly to glance at the newly formed sores.
"Get the fuck away from me. " he angrily said as he pushed himself to his feet.
He wiped the vile from his mouth, "I don't need nor want your pretend friendship, save it for the next retard."
Ben placed his headphones back on, and cranked the volume to high, blasting death metal.
He walked away from them, and the stupid coffee house, crossing back the way he came.

*Why should I hang with them, they're all just a bunch of posers * he thought as he picked up the pace.
Ben doesn't need them,none of them, he has Black Phillip, his only true friend. 
He made is way to the old ran down park that he would come to when he was little, memories of a better life then came flooding in, and he wiped his eyes.
Ben sat down in one of the old swings, petting Black Phillip, "They just don't understand , like you do."

" We are so alone, but that's okay, we don't need their fake friendship or their pity." " Just you and me kid." Ben said in his best Bogart voice.
The boy and his rat,  they sat there communicating thru each other's minds, and Black Phillip made a joke about Ben puking on Caleb, that sent Ben to the ground laughing uncontrollably.