X-Kid (Sequel to "Little Boy Named Train")

Not So Young

The boy awoke to his room, blue-walled with a bunk bed, one window, and one door, as always. He looked around at the room he was in all his life...or so he thought. He couldn't remember anything he'd done in here except for the events of two days ago...he didn't remember who shared the room, who he knew...he didn't even know his own name. He went into the hallway and then walked down to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't recognize the man in front of him. Blond, shaggy hair, ice blue eyes, a bit of stubble on his chin, wearing a white tee with plaid blue pajama pants...but, most of all, 17. He knew the age because it had appeared in his head.

17... he thought, ...and yet I don't remember anything but two days ago and the room...

He took scissors and trimmed his hair, following by taking a razor and shaving the stubble off of his chin. He took gel and spiked his hair a bit. He walked back to the room and slid a box out from under his bed. He took out a black jacket, an "American Idiot" tee and red skinny jeans.

"Don't wanna be an American idiot!" The song played in his head. He always felt that the singer was close to him...the sound of his voice...familiar... He shook the thought out of his head as the door opened. A woman walked in with a boy a little younger than he, 15 to his 17, with a warm smile on her face.

"This is your new roomate! You two get along, now." With that, she left the two teens alone in the blue room. The newcomer held out his hand.

"Hi!" he said, "My name's Aiden, but you can call me Ace...that is, if you want..." He had orange-blonde hair and blue-green eyes. His freckles added to the innocence of his smile. He wore a blue tee with dark jeans.

"Nice to meet you, Ace..." He took Ace's hand and shook it.

"So what's your name?" The 17 year old froze. He ran through his head, trying to find a name he could use temporarily.

"Hey, Train!" A voice echoed in his head, as if adressing him.

"Train."

"You're name is Train?" Ace cocked his head to the side, confused. Train nodded.

"That's right." He began slipping of his shirt to get changed.

"That's odd..."

"Deal with it." He slipped into his "American Idiot" shirt.

"You have a lot of cuts on your back..." Ace muttered. Now it was Train's turn to give him a weird look.

"Whatever." He took of his pajama pants and pulled up his skinny jeans. As he turned around, Ace's face brightened.

"You're a Green Day fan too, eh?"

Train smiled. "Yea."

"Did you know they're stopping in Colorado Springs for their tour? That's only like 15 minutes away!" They were in Fountain Valley, Colorado and, to Train's surprise, Ace's guess was very accurate.

"Yea I did. I'm saving up for a ticket. I'm almost at my goal." Ace gasped.

"Really? You're so lucky!! I wish I could go..."

Something about Ace's head being down and the tone in his voice made Train hug him and whisper in his ear.

"I'll work overtime and get the money for both of us." Ace gasped.

"Really?" His face showed true shock. Train laughed. "Do you think I'd lie to an Idiot?" he replied. Ace's face brightened like crazy.

"Omigod thank you!! You don't have to work yourself too hard, though, because I've got a little bit of money myself!"

"Oh? How much?" Ace's face scrunched and he reached into his pocket, pulling out $20. "Alright. Go put it into the jar over there." Train pointed at a jar with duct tape on it reading "Concert Money". Ace nodded and ran over, dropping the $20 in. He grinned.

"I'm excited," he said. Train smiled.

"Me too. Now I have to head out. Take care." He started out the door, then turned around.

"If you get bored, I have some CDs in the box under my bed, as well as a radio on my dresser over there." Ace grinned, running over to the box and pulling out "Dookie", placing it into the radio. As Train closed the door, he heard "Burnout", causing him to imagine seeing the drummer of Green Day, Tré Cool, beating the drum solo and looking over at him with a grin, as if he was at the side of the stage. He giggled at the thought.

I wonder where my mind comes up with these things...