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

"The Facility" on East 12th Street is A Fucking Record Store

Once Train woke up at 11, he went online and looked for any place he could apply for a part-time job, since working at the train station until his doctor told him to stop wasn't going to cut it. It also needed to be a late-night job. Any other time would make it more likely for him to be found by the doctor and ratted out--possibly even fired...and not just from the new job. As quickly as he typed he found a link to a page that interested him.

"'The Facility'?" he muttered to himself. Ace bounced over to him and looked over his shoulder.

"What'cha looking at?" he asked curiously.

He clicked on the link. A web page popped up for a record store. Train scrolled through it to find out more information on what jobs were being offered and what the record store was.

"'The Facility' is home to thousands of records of various types. Open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Cheap prices..."

"Sounds like a cool place, huh, Train?"

"...'The Facility' is located at 132 East 12th Street, Fountain Valley, Colorado." Ace grinned and held his hand up.

"Hold up! East 12th Street?" Train nodded. "And it's called 'The Facility'?" He nodded again. "...There's no way that's a coincidence..."

"Wait..." Train squinted his eyes.

"Jesus filling out paperwork now at the facility on East 12th Street."

"Oh wow!"

"If it is a coincidence, then you can put me in a bunny suit." Ace folded his arms and, Train could tell, he was being serious.

"Alright...when do they have openings...?" Train scrolled through the page. "...Oh my fuck! 9 pm to 3 am?!? That's perfect!" (a/n: ehh that's six hours....but at a record store?...I'd do it.)

"TRAIN APPLY RIGHT NOW!!"

"...They don't do applications online, Ace." Ace blinked.

"Get your ass down to East 12th Street and apply." He walked to the door and opened it, pointing out. "I'm serious. I want you to get this job." Train smiled. He hugged Ace.

"Thanks, buddy...But I gotta get dressed and wash up first," he laughed. Ace laughed and slapped him.

"Well go do it! What's taking you so long?" Ace pushed Train to his bed. Train pulled out his box and grabbed light blue skinny jeans and a black tee shirt. He stood up and Ace started pushing him out the door and down the hall into the bathroom.

"Ace," he laughed, "You know I can walk."

"Yea but I'm too impatient to wait for you to walk," Ace said with a grin. "Now get your ass in there!" With one final shove, Train was in the bathroom. Ace shut the door and went back to his room.

"That kid..." he chuckled as he slipped out of his clothes and hopped in the shower. He smiled as he thought to himself.

This is it...We'll be able to go. My first concert--a Green Day concert... He paused for a moment.

But....is it really my first concert?

A thought flashed into his mind, giving him a headache. He was with three boys. All of them were teens. He was only 7. They were backstage of some sort of concert...but he didn't know what.

"Alright just stay here until the show's over, 'kay?" one of the teens said. He had blue hair and green eyes. He was putting a pale blue guitar over his head with many items stuck to it and the letters "BJ" written in red on it. "It might get a little loud, but it'll be okay."

Is that..? No, Train thought.

"I've been around Tré for as long as I can remember," the young Train said. "I think I'll be fine."

Tré?

"What's that supposed to mean?" a teen with green hair and blue eyes responded, placing his hands on his hips. He held drumsticks in his hands. Train assumed this was Tré.

There's no way that's actually...No...

"Leave it be," a light-brown haired teen with blue eyes and wearing a bass guitar said, waiving his hand to brush off the comment. "Let's go."

How did...? No...there's no way...That can't be a real memory...it's my imagination...That's not Green Day...It can't be...

Train got out of his trance and turned off the shower, stepping out and drying himself off.He spiked his hair a bit once again. He slipped into his clothes and picked up his pajamas, opening the door and walking back to his room. Ace looked at him with a grin.

"You ready to go down to 'The Facility'?" he asked.

"Sure am..."

Ace cocked his head to the side. This made an image of Tré doing the same thing appear in his head. "Are you okay, Train?" he asked.

"Uh...yea. Yea, I'm fine." Ace still looked at him, a bit confused. Don't tell him about those thoughts. It's best for him not to know.

"Okay...well, here are your keys...and your jacket..." Ace handed car keys and a black jacket to him. "So...go get 'em." Train nodded and stepped out.

What is wrong with me?