Charlie's POV
"BOY...AM I PUMPED, I can't believe I'm going to get to know my buddy a bit more...right now! I sit a bit anxiously in my 'RT' (1971 Dodge Challenger R/T-black).
Right now I'm once again at the curve of 'Hemingway' drive, a few houses down from '2105', and I sure as hell feel anxious as shit, because I'm right here, sitting down, inside my car...watching as this woman walks up to her minivan again, she looks like she's headed out somewhere...FUCK, WHO GIVES A SHIT WHERE SHE'S GOING!
"HURRY THE FUCK UP BITCH...I wanna take a private tour inside your kid's room...maybe take a few souvenirs, I'm fucking dying to...and I've already got a few things in mind too!
I've got the radio on 'low', just so I don't get any kind of attention, but judging from this neighborhood, I'm sure I'll be just fine. There is actually the very possibility that all of these assholes still leave a fucking key out by their gardens, under one of those flower pots...like everyone used to back in the 50s, when there were probably no guys like me around.
As I continue to wait patiently inside my car, I watch as the bitch pulls out of her driveway, then heads out and disappears after turning left at the corner of 'Hemingway' and 'Vine'.
Fuck...this is it, this is going to be my own personal party here...shit if 'you' were only here my friend...if you were only here, now this would be complete!
We'd have so much to do...you and I, so much more to do, than just me touring you room and getting to see you from a silent corner...where you don't even know I exist...for now.
I turn the key, making the RT's engine growl with anticipation, but all I need right now is to get closer to '2105', that's all...just much closer, but far away enough that no one will care to see anything going on.
I look around as I'm driving slowly, still close to the curve...and yeah, this fucking neighborhood is a ghost town at this time of day, no one here to see or to do anything...about anything.
Finally, I make it to the spot that I believe will be perfect...but from the looks of this place, everyone's at work or somewhere else, so my problems are only imagined. Besides, I doubt a place like this one has ever had even one case of burglary before!
Good, that means I'm good to go...I quickly turn the key and kill the engine, and the radio dies as I open the driver-door and exit the 'RT'.
Narrator POV
The driver of the black 1971 Dodge Challenger R/T exits the vehicle, now a few steps away from the home at '2105', on 'Hemingway' drive.
The man is about five-eleven, maybe a bit taller, dark hair combed back, with a straight-trim on the sides, a trimmed-beard, with an athletic built. Wearing a black t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket and dark jeans with black, leather-buckled boots.
'Hemingway' drive is completely deserted, there isn't a single person in the entire block, maybe even the neighborhood, as the children are in school, and the adults are at their jobs.
Charlie's POV
I am now on the side of '2105', but stay on the grass, between the house and the fence...it's a wide enough space that leads me to the back of the house...the backyard.
As I make it to the backyard, I notice the four, tall...and weird looking trees. Their branches reach out in the strangest manner.
All four are a-ways away from the house, the backyard is a very long 'stretch' out onto a gloomy-looking hill, that is only separated from the house by the rest of the fence that crosses between it and the backyard.
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