neon lights // dnf

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dream perspective

I dragged my sneakers against the old damaged sidewalk, it was the same walk I did every night since I moved away from my hometown.

The warm Florida air blew into my face, pushing my hood down onto my back I reached up my hand up to put it back but stopped and just left it the way it was. I saw the bright sign in front of the corner store glowing it's normal neon colours onto the roads.

I walked up to the glass doors of the shop. It appears one of them had been smashed. this neighborhood doesn't have the nicest quality, but i always thought it suited me

The old lady who always was working gave me a small wave as I walked to the drink fridges at the back of the store, I reached into the fridge and almost instinctively i knew where the drink I always bought was. I grabbed the top of the can and walked over to the counter. no one was in the shop, I placed the can on the counter.

After I was done paying, I walked down the alley next to the shop and climbed onto some trash cans. I clambered from one to another almost tripping but I somehow got on top of the roof, once I was up there  I was surprised to see someone else up here because first all of it was late, second of all who the fuck would be up here? I started walking towards them.

It appeared he was wearing a light blue hoodie his fluffy brown hair stuck out of his hood, he seemed to be just starring out into the street. I sat down a few feet away from him I didn't want to bother him.

"Am i in your spot?" he said as he turned to look at me.

yes. Okay I didn't actually say that but he was.

"Uhm you are, but it's fine."

the other boy who was sitting on the roof seemed embarrassed because I had noticed a light dust had appeared on his face.

"Why are you up here?" i asked him I was really just confused.

"I come up here whenever I lose someone important to me."

"Oh." I've never been good at comforting people, but this guy really seemed like he needed to talk to someone. Right then I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard quiet sobs coming from beside me, I looked over to him he was crying, I could tell because a small bit of his face was peaking out of his hood, I saw a tear roll down his cheek.

I wanted to hug him and reassure him it would be fine.

but I just met him.

I reached out and I pat him on the shoulder and his sobs stopped suddenly and he looked at me, his cheeks were wet from the tears.

"Give me your hand." he said to me while not taking his eyes off of me his accent it wasn't american haitian sounded british, i still reluctantly took my hand off his shoulder and held it out to him,he grasped my hand between his my hand was bigger then his hand i found it cute. he took a pen from his pocket and wrote down a phone number which i assume was his.

"uh thanks..? i'll text you."

i was a bit shaken up from that experience and as soon as he was holding on to my hand, he let go and got up and ran across the roof and then I heard a rustle and a bang and i knew he had gotten down to the alleyway.

that boy... he sure was interesting.

I stood up, stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked over to the edge of the roof and slowly slid off i hooked my feet on the brick that stuck out of the wall and then I continued to slide down to the ground. I landed with a thud, shook my body then started walking back to my apartment. At this point I forgot I had the drink in my pocket. I reached for it when I pulled it out it looked like it was about to explode, i opened it anyway, the can sprayed all over my green hoodie.

"damn it." I muttered under my breath but still started to drink out of the can.

I started rushing home a bit more to get cleaned up.

I walked up the stairs to my apartment, slid in my key and opened the door. I locked the door behind me I pulled off my hoodie and tossed it onto a table near the door I walked over to the couch I laid down on it and started going on my phone when I remembered
the boy.

I typed his number into my contacts and sent him a simple "hey you're the kid from the roof right?" sent.

he didn't respond so I turned off my phone and tried to fall asleep, but right as I started to drift off I heard a little ding and my phone screen lit up.

"Hey! Yea this is him, sorry I didn't get your name back at the store."

I opened his message and said "oh, it's clay, but dream works too."

"My name is george :)."

George? I like his name it fits him. Its cute.

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