Crazy,Awkward,Sweet

Only Child Syndrome

I didn't run after Reese, like I should have. For really a couple of reasons.

1.) I didn't have a car to drive....dad and I should really have a talk
2.) I had no idea where he ran off too, I mean I barely knew him!
3.) Nate was a lost cause. I didn't know his number and I couldn't get him to help
4.) He had no right to call Pj those nasty things!

I mean, if you factor in those problems...then you can't really chase after someone. Now can you? So there  I was, sitting in the living room until late that night. Dad and Tara had extended their weekend getaway until tomorrow, so I was practically home alone.

Until the doorbell rang. I sprung to my feet and answered it, ready to attack. I grabbed the purse Tara had lying on the coat rack and swung it like a warrior. There was no chance in hell I was going to die like those slutty idiots in those horror movies!

Opening the door, I swung the purse and slapped someone really hard. I know, because they fell and groaned on the ground. I started to kick them, but I felt them grab my ankle.

"Matey calm down, it's me Nate!" He yelled.

I stood back, and sure enough it was Nate. His body crumpled on the ground and clutching his left cheek, that was turning red. However I swiftly kicked him where his manhood was. A strangled cry came out of his mouth and I smiled while I kept kicking him.

"Matey please stop! It's me Nate, It's me Nate!!" He cried out.

"I know!" I yelled kicking him one last time.

"Why are you kicking me then!"

"You don't come to someone's house at..." I glanced at the time, "Eight o'clock especially when one's alone!"

"How the hell was I supposed to know you were alone. Where's Reese, did he leave or something?" He asked craning his neck so he could look for him.

I sighed, "That's another thing....we sort of had a fight this morning. He was pissed, so he left, and he hasn't been back since. I was wondering if you knew where he might be?"

"I think I have an idea. Come on." Nate said tugging at my arm.

"Wait what?" I shouted, "I want you to go after him!"

"Listen dollface, you pissed him off. You have to clean up this mess. So come on now, times a wastin." He smirked effectively kidnapping me.

I complained the whole way. Although I wasn't exactly sure where we were going. I had only been in town a week and I had yet to explore this poop shoot town. Not that I was very interested in it, but it had to be better than being cooped up in a house.

"Where are we going?" I asked once we had been driving for well over half an hour.

"The one place Reese goes to when somethings weighing down on him." Nate answered vaguely. I scowled at the road because he didn't really answer my question.

"And that is..." I pressed further.

"The creek." Oh hell no! This guy is telling me Reese ran off to a place called the creek...how cliché is that!

***

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"What about now?"

Nate sighed and cursed under his breath, "No...and for the last time, no....and the answer to your next question is no."