For A Little While

Two Minutes Too Spare

"Y/N Cabello!! Where do you think your going?!" Mom yelled at me from the front porch as I was about to step onto my skateboard.

"Uh... well you see Ma, I was just going down to the store to grab a vanilla scented candle to give too Aunty Sinuhe" I said trying to act as innocent as possible.

"Hmmm and why do you need to go at 6:15 in the morning?" She asks with a sceptical look on her face.

"I woke up at 5 and I couldn't get back to sleep I was just so excited to go to Miami so I just got up and ready. Then after breakfast I made sure that I was packed and decided to go buy a candle"

"Aha, and did you take your meds?" She said as I was giving up and was about to walk back up to the house.

"Yes Ma and I've packed them up and they are ready to go. Now can I go buy a candle?"

"Yes."
Finally.

I place my skateboard back down on the sidewalk and place my right foot down. As I was about to push off my mother decides to call out again.

"Y/N you better be home by 7:00 or you'll miss the coach!" I hear her call as I push off and rush down the busy street.

Flying down the old sidewalk I wave to Mrs May the old lady who lives on the corner, she gives me a small smile and tosses me the candle I asked for about a month ago.

"Thanks Mrs May, tell Mrs Jade that I said thanks for the new drum sticks"

She smiled and waved good bye as I continued down the street.
I still can't believe that for an 84 year old she can still toss anything and have it land exactly where she wants. I guess that's why Mrs Jade loves her, I've never seen such a happy old couple who really don't give a fuck what anyone says.

When I finally get to the next corner and my destination I see Alan the local music shop owner just unlocking the door.
He shakes his head and opens the door gesturing for me to enter.

I step off the board and pick it up shaking Alan's hand as I enter.

"Ok so Y/N I have the guitar out the back, and it's all yours but you still owe $20"

"I know Alan and here is the money" I reply quickly and stuff the $20 bill into his out stretched hand.

He shake his head with a small grin plastered on his face.

Finally I can leave this tiny old town, ever since my mom told me I could spend my gap year in Miami with my cousins so that I won't spend too much of "her money" I've been so exited. And of course I hid that from my mother and everyone else, only allowing them to see the Y/N that they want to see.

"Here you go hon, whoever this guitar is for better be grateful, I had to wait two and a half years for the $650"

"I know and I'm incredibly grateful, Alan, I really am it means a lot"

"Your a good kid, you know that. Right?" He says ever so kindly as he runs his hair through the small amount of remaining hair on his head.

"Sure. Thanks Alan, I'll see you when I return"

He pats me on the back as I walk up the stairs and out of the shop.

As soon as I get home I rush up the stairs and to my bedroom. Placing the guitar with my large duffle bag at my door. I rush into my bathroom and check I have taken everything.

My hair brush is packed, toothpaste and a toothbrush, hair products and all my pills. I'm ready to go.

I step back into the room and grab my backpack, placing it on my back and then grabbing the guitar case and duffle bag.

I walk back down and into the living room and notice it empty. I look around for any sign of my mom. When I notice a note taped to the door.

'Y/N, I have already left for work.
You better make the bus or you'll have to pay for another ticket!
Don't bother calling when you get to Miami, I'll call your Aunt if anything is needed.'

Wow, of course that's what my mom would do. I know that it's definitely like her to do this I just thought she would actually care enough to say a proper goodbye, I mean I won't be seeing her for about a year.

After the long skateboard ride to the coach depot. I made it with two minutes to spare.

When I get to the door of the bus an old short chubby man steps down and points to an open compartment under the bus. I figure that he is telling me to put my luggage underneath.

When it's all in nicely he allows me to step onto the bus. Looking around all I see is about seven old people sitting up the front of the bus, a young family with three kids sitting in the middle section of the bus and a few seats behind them are two teenage boys who look about 16 years old. The taller one had short spiked up blonde hair and the other had a black shaggy 'emo' kind of hairdo. I smiled at them when I noticed that they were holding hands.

The younger one looked up to me and smiled.
"I like your shirt" he said with the smallest shyest voice.

"Thanks I got it from hottopic" I answered looking down at my MCR shirt.

He smiled and who I'm assuming is his boyfriend gave me a nod and looked at me with thankful eyes.

I smiled at them once more and sat right up the back.
I placed my backpack beside me and put my earphones in my ears.

Ready for the thirty-two hour trip too Miami from here in New York. Thankfully I had my iPod ready along with my phone and they were both fully charged and stocked full of music.