Even Birds Follow the Law of Gravity

First Law of Motion:

You're startled awake by a harsh slap to your face, jolting you from what was an awesome sleep. You bolt upright, one hand going to hold your face, and the other held out in front of you. After a brief moment of panic, your brain wakes up some more and realizes no one is attacking you. Your arms fall back down as you look around near you.

Kneeling a bit away from you sits your friend, Red. Now, Red isn't actually their name ( as what parent names their child after a color? You briefly entertain the thought, imagining a world where everyone is named after a color or shade. There'd probably be a lot of people running around with the same name, unless in that world they could see more colors than you could, in which case-)

You shake your head slightly, what were you thinking about again? Oh, right, Red and their not-name. So, yeah, Red's name isn't actually Red, but that's nothing unusual. Your name isn't Luke, however all your friends, acquaintances, and the nice old lady down the road all call you that. Red having a fake name isn't any surprise to you, in fact it would be more surprising if you found out Red actually was their name.

"Yo, you done daydreaming? You've barely been up for a minute and you're already back under."

You refocus on the present, taken out from your musings. You give Red a sheepish smile.

"Ah haha, whoops. You know me dude, always up in those clouds business."

Red crosses his arms over his chest, and smirks.

"Well you're certainly nosy enough that I can believe that. Now leave those poor clouds alone and come back down to Earth with me." He uncrosses his arms and reaches over, behind a nearby trashcan, leaning over from where he was kneeling to reach it.

Oh shit, that's right, you forgot to mention where it is your at, huh? Well, right now, your bro and you are camping it out in a sick alleyway. It's a bit dirty, but that's to be expected with any alleyway. What really makes it sick is all the graffiti on the walls. Man, some people are real talented. Anyways, back to what Red was doing.

You watch as he drags out your worn backpack from behind the trashcan. You don't have anything heavy in it to warrant such manhandling, you don't really have anything much in it, but Red can be lazy when he wants to, and who are you to deny a friend their relaxation?

He tosses you your backpack, and you give him a confused look.

"Dude, why are you dragging my backpack out of its little home? Did something happen??"

While you ask this, you absentmindedly check to make sure all your belongings are in it. Everything's right where it's supposed to be (busted up box of shitty granola bars, one shirt and pants, a ton of socks stuffed in the front, three water bottles, and-...?) "....And where's my plastic, crappy star shades? You know how attached I am to those, literally named them and everything."

He gives an irritated huff from where he's sitting, looking at you with a deadpan expression and a raised eyebrow. He points to your face (which, oh jebus, don't tell me those crappy star shades that literally hinder your vision are on your face and you didn't even realize it oh gosh-), before answering your first question.

"Seeing as how you seem to have forgotten, we told our mutual friend we'd be meeting her early today. So get your lazy ass up, grab your stuff, and let's go."

You stare at him blankly for a moment, before sticking your tongue out at him and doing as he says.

"Alright, alright, jeez..." You mutter to yourself as you do so, trying to remember why you told your other friend you'd meet up with her. It takes you a moment before it comes to you... She literally told the two of you nothing about why you'd have to meet up so early, just that it was a 'surprise'.

You feel a bit justified in forgetting about it now.