A\N: I was asked to write this story for a fellow EST Fam member and I couldn't be more thrilled. With that being said I hope y'all enjoy this first chapter.
Colson 's P.O.V.
I haven't been the same since my mom decided to bounce and for a lack of better words my relationship with my father is pretty nonexistent. He does the best he can but I don't know where I'd be without my friends Slim, Dub and a few others. I don't exactly let people get close to me anymore.
"Yo get out here." I hear Slim yell breaking me from my thoughts.
I put on my black chucks, sling my backpack over my shoulder and head for the door.
"Bout time man I thought I was going to die out here."
Nah, you know me....just dragging my feet. I said as a took a breath of the cool morning air.
Upon looking around I'd noticed Dub wasn't with us.
"Where's Dub? "
When I looked to Slim for an answer he simply shrugged his shoulders, his way of saying your guess is as good as mine without actually speaking.
"You look like the walking dead." What's up? You have a girl over or-"
I chuckled lightly causing Slim to look over at me, eyebrows raised.
"Working on my mixtape." I replied as I shifted my backpack from one shoulder to the other.
"Man we gotta get some wheels soon. This walking thing sucks." I mumbled as the school came into view.
It was just another day in Cleveland, nothing out of the ordinary....that was until I ran into something or rather someone.
Looking down I realized I'd knocked a girl over, as I towered over her I noticed she had a confused but also frustrated expression on her face.
"Sorry." I said as I automatically held out my hand to help her up.
"Are you alright? " A genuine concern in my voice.
Before she could answer the last bell for class to begin rung and I couldn't be late. I took one last glance at the girl I had knocked over before disappearing down the hall.
