Song: Sweet Serendipity - Lee DeWyze
"Where ya' headed?" Asked a man, who had stopped to help the hitchhiker.
"Where ever you are," the boy was only a few past being an adult, and here he was on the corner of the street a sign giving up his dignity, to get home.
"Well hope in then," The man spoke with a southern accent, he was a burly man, with a long beard, whose care sounded desperately in need of a tune up.
"Thanks," the boy smiled at the man as he got into the car.
"You're a youngster." He said, watching the road as e pulled back out onto the busy highway. "Where ya' from?"
"Philly," the boy nodded, lying about everything, no matter where he was he tended to lie about his identity, to make things seem unknown to people like him. There was no way that this guy, knew who he really was, and that was the point. His identity was safe with the people back home, in his new home there would be a new one, and a new one if he moved again.
"Could up there?" The man asked.
"This time of year?" The boy asked. "Oh yeah, freezing,"
The man nodded. "You hungry?" He asked.
"Not really."
"Lies," the man accused, " You look like a stick," the boy thought of the time when he used to be strong, when he used to play sports and run all the time, now he couldn't run for a minute without getting out of breath it was really a shame for a great athlete like him to go from that to what he was now. Hungry, withered with one pair of jeans that seemed to be latterly falling apart on him.
"I'm not-" the boy started but he was interrupted by an interjection of the man, he grumbled something about being a no good, and pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant with name the boy didn't recognize.
"You really don't have to sir..."
"Gosh darn good for nothing kid I'm trying to help you kid." The man grumbled in this time an understandable tone, before he got out of the car. The boy remembered a time back home where he ate whenever he felt like it, now he lived off the graciousness of other people, and he was still reluctant to accept. He had never had anyone do this before for him.
"Thank you!" The boy said excitedly as he got out of the car, almost afraid to enter the restaurant looking like the tattered mess that he was. With his jeans ripped in a thousand places, and his blonde hair sticking up, in the back in a greasy mess, the front of it hung down in his pale blue eyes, his freckled face was covered in dirt, and his sweat shirt was beginning to develop holes in the elbows. He wore a pair of gloves, that had no fingers since they had been too small for him anyway.
His shoes had holes in them and under his eyes were visible bags the color of his skin had changed from the pale white he had been before to a pink, sunburned tan color, from being out in the sun all the time. Rather than looking strong and muscular like he did in his school days the boy looked scrawny, and sick. He looked tried and worn out.
"You want to know something son?" He asked as they sat down at the table.
"Sure sir,"
"Well for one thing, you don't got to call me sir, I ain't like your abusive dad or whatnot-"
The boy cut him off. "How did you..."
"I just guessed form the scar on your forehead," that was one thing you didn't notice about him at first, but if you looked closely into the eyes of him it would be something you couldn't take your eyes off of. There was a small scar running form his hiar line to his eyebrow.
"Anyway, my wife just died a few weeks ago, and she always did this for people. There was something about her that felt bad for kids like you, and maybe it was just her nature, but if you could make someone's day like that then she felt like she was at least helping someone, even if it was someone she would never see again, and kid she would have made me stop, I don't know your name or your background, but I do know that things will always get better, no matter what they say," the guy said, and for a moment the boy agreed. The ripped up jeans and the tattered shit, weren't a big deal to him in comparison to losing a loved one. A lover.
"Rolls?" Asked the waitress as she sat them down on the table, and suddenly both the old man and the boy laughed as he took one and devoured it as if he had never seen food before in his life.
Sorry for the horrible spacing. Theres no wifi in the new house but I flet like I should at least try to keep up with my thingy because I said I would do it. So I am.... Anyway I tred to update from my phone and you can't really enter in a text which is what I typed this is cause my wattpad Ap lags really bad :c
