Grow Up!

I Remember You

Morgan did in fact sleep in his car. It was very uncomfortable but he managed to find a good enough spot to sleep in. Unfortunately, when he had woke up the next morning his back and shoulders was killing him which meant for the rest of the drive, he would feel miserable. And damn did Morgan have slight regrets of sleeping in his car. Oh, well. It's not like he would be in this car forever, right? Soon, he would see what he wanted. He would see his hometown sign welcome him.

"Finally!" Morgan shouted, he wanted to honk his horn out of excitement despite how ridiculous reaction it would have been. Except there was a car right in front of him and he didn't want to cause any problems. Not now, not ever. He needed to get a move on. He needed to see what he missed.

For the most part, it looked just the same as when he left it. It's like all of this was waiting for him when he decided to come back home. He could see where the old Mr.K's Pizza used to be. Passing by it, he could almost imagine himself in the window sitting with Jamie and Tyler. Greasy faces and fingers, laughing, and all that other good stuff. It was amazing to be able to see it in person. But, now it was nothing. Faded. Beaten up. That part made Morgan feel sad because he could see how much it has aged. "It had such good pizza." He muttered as he kept driving down the road. He saw the library, the theater, grocery store, the park, everything. It was all still here. All still very much full of life. He could see kids running around playing on the sidewalk from where he drove. It all reminded him of his much younger years. Morgan could feel his eyes tear up a bit. Wiping them away, he decided to go to an old neighborhood. His neighborhood, where he grew up.

And, just like the rest of it, it was here. His old house.

Morgan parked his car across the street so he could stare at it. He remembered leaving through that front door many times. He remembered his last time, too. When he came out. That was a horrible night. And that's when he noticed something different. His parent's cars, they were no longer there in the driveway. Which meant they must be gone now. Wherever they are, I hope they rot. Morgan thought. Even how horrible it was to think that, he truly did mean it. He could never forgive them that night. Never.

Eventually, Morgan did move on. Mostly because he was feeling hungry again. With the money he had in his pocket, he decided to go to the nearby store where he used to ride his bike with his friends to. They would be all sorts of junk food that their parents wouldn't allow them to have, especially not before dinner. What terrible children they were.

When he arrived and parked in a spot close to the entrance, he stood right before it. Hands in his pocket, he could see that they never bothered to fix the sign. Even today, some of the letters were missing. "I feel right at home." Morgan said, walking inside. He always loved how right when you stepped in the cool air would blow in his face. It was an even better feeling when it was summer. He wished he could have stood there longer but people need to be able to get back to their cars so they can take home their groceries.

It seems they never changed up the aisles either. Every where he walked, he could still find where what was. The chips, the ice cream, the juice, all of it was left exactly where it was. And, what did Morgan want? He wanted the savory taste of beef jerky so he walked to the snack aisle where it was organized with different little snacks one would want to eat if they were to watch a movie. At the far end was what he wanted. As Morgan walked, his shoes squeaked under him while music played above. Music that he recognized so easily.

Original, his all time favorite. Picking up the red packet of beef jerky, he could hear a conversation going on on the other side of the aisle.

"Okay, but you never said what flavor." A man's voice said, but nobody responded to him. Nobody that Morgan could hear. "They don't have that."