Escape With Me- 18+

Chapter 2

While walking home, I saw that Ricardo was walking right in front of me. His music was playing so loud that I could hear the lyrics through his earbuds. About half of a block later, Ricardo came to a halt. Causing me to run into him.

"Oh shit, I didn't see you there" Ricardo said, turning to face me.

"It's all good." He then took out his MP3 player, presumably to change the song.

"Sick of Judas Priest?" I asked.

"You can hear through my earbuds?"

"Yeah, man. Like from a mile away. Ricardo and I shared a quick laugh

"Nah, it's just that I accidentally downloaded a cover version of Night Crawler. And there's no way that I'll listen to some mediocre version.

"I get you. Yeah, Night Crawler is a pretty good song."

"I'm turning on the real version. Want to listen?" Ricardo asked, offering me one of his earbuds.

"Hell yeah, I would."

We walked in silence. Nodding our heads and going where our legs took us. The only thing that had importance right now was Judas Priest. Traffic laws didn't even matter. We figured that if we died, we would die happy.

We ended up going to a trashed park. A place that people go to drink, do drugs and vandalize property. Or for a better term: a parent-child free zone. Ironic, I know.

We spent the next half an hour or so sitting on the swings, talking. Nobody was around so we were free to talk about whatever.

We were talking about how much of an asshole Mr. Duet is when Ricardo started to swing. Moments later, he appeared to be soaring. That is when I started to swing myself. Before I knew it, I too was flying.

"I bet I can jump off farther." Ricardo taunted.

"I bet not."

"On the count of three. One... Two... Three!" We then both jumped off at the same time. Ricardo landed on his feet, in a matter of inches from me. I however, landed straight on my ass. The both of us were laughing hysterically.

"Are you okay?" Ricardo asked through laughter.

"Yes," I replied. I was still on the ground, wheezing. I clenched my stomach as I tried to stop laughing. I guess that being at a park brings out the inner-child in me. No matter how sketchy it is.

Eventually, we went our separate ways.

Ricardo: his house. And me: my job. I work as a cashier at McDonald's trying to save up for an apartment and a car. I have three years until I am 18, and I already have a sufficient amount saved up. Also, on the plus side, I won't have to put up with the arguments like I do at home.

After clocking in at 3:30, and working my ass off, I was able to head home and get some sleep.