Love Within a Storm

Chapter 6

"She didn't even love me like she did when she was younger. Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger." - Biggie

Walking back into the street, I spotted Mark and Seth arguing.

Ah, Mark and Seth.

Two halves of a whole idiot, I suppose.

"You're an idiot!" I heard Mark yell.

It was funny, because Mark and Seth were forever trying to fix up his truck, to make it run. But it wouldn't. In short, Seth's truck was a broken piece of shit that probably should've been used for scrap metal. They were shouting at each other and pointing at some broken part lying in the road. Laughing to myself, I kept walking until we got back to Kristen's house. I swung open the door, walking inside. The door opened again as those two idiots ran past us and collapsed onto the couches.

Carson nervously followed behind me as everyone looked up to see who had come in. Tyler glanced from the bags in my hand to Carson hiding behind me; he knew something was up. I didn't bring Carson around them for just anything.

Actually, I can count on one hand how many times he's actually met most of them with the exception of Kristen, Tyler and Michelle.

"Your mom?" Tyler asked me, already knowing the answer.

I nodded. "Yeah, can we talk later?" I looked at Carson. He didn't need to know why we were here. Although I was sure he had some sort of idea. He wasn't completely oblivious.

"Of course. Hey buddy." Tyler knelt down to Carson's height, ruffling his hair. Carson nervously smiled back. He knew Tyler obviously, but he was still intimidated by most of the people here. "Long time no see."

Michelle came up and hugged Carson. He probably knew her the best out of anyone. She babysat him a lot when I would have to go sell drugs, or when I wasn't capable of looking after him. She was the only one he wasn't afraid of.

"Hi Michelle." Carson said.

"You hungry? I can make you some food." He nodded.

"He can sleep in the room I used to have upstairs," Tyler started.

"Yeah, 'cause you've been down with Michelle." Seth whistled from the couch.

Tyler glared at him and Michelle chucked her package of cigarettes at his head. She tied her hair up in a messy bun, her tank top riding up over her tanned hip bones, revealing the start of a black tattoo inked across her hip and onto her stomach.

"It's called we've been friends for years, we can sleep in a basement without shit being awkward." Michelle snapped. She was moody today, but I'd blame that on her coming down after her coke high.

"Who's that?" Scar asked, motioning to Carson. Mark waved me over to where they were sitting. Michelle took Carson's hand and led him to the kitchen. Tyler followed me.

"My brother." I answered, crossing my arms. Scar nodded in understanding before turning his attention back to his smoke. Scar knew when to push things and when not to.

"What's going on, Nick?" Mark asked me, his green eyes questioning. I sighed.

"My mom brought home another douchebag, nothing out of the ordinary." Mark's eyes flickered with anger. Seth shook his head. "I think he's a drunk so I think it's best if he stays here. Keep him safe."

"That's not good." He said, looking at the ground.

"Thanks captain obvious," Mark snapped, "So where are you guys going to go?"