5. Look After You- The Fray
*WARNING: SHORT CHAPTER*
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RECAP:
A note was on the kitchen counter.
"Cartor,
I left for my bowling trip. Won't be home for a couple weeks. Find your own shit to eat.
Mom"
At least this letter was nicer than the other ones she usually leaves. I know for a fact she isn't going on a "bowling trip" because 1. She doesn't bowl and 2. She just met this new guy. I don't care, it's not like she took care of me anyways.
I throw my bag on the counter and grab a cola from the frigerator. I turned on the TV and lounged on my rocking chair with my phone.
One new message.
From: Hailie
"Girl you wanna hang tonight?!"
Hmmm. No mom, no dad, no rules.
To Hailie
Of course!!Xx
I jumped up and went straight to my room to change my clothes to fit what I wanted to do tonight. Let's have some fun shall we....
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I shut my front door and walked to the park, the place Hailie told me to meet her. It was a giant green field with a single tree and a single slide for kids. It was the crappiest park I had ever been to.
I leaned up against the fence that surrounded the area and kept checking my phone for a sign of Hailie. There wasn't one.
I decided to make my way over to the slide but stopped myself as a selfish little blond boy cut in front of me.
"Nah!nah!" He screamed and made a face.
"Fuck off kid." I whispered barely hearable as I bit my nail scanning the park.
Gosh it takes this girl for-ever to get ready! I picked up my feet and walked across the park back towards the fence. The grass was wet and muddy. As I trudged along the deathland I realized my foot had stopped. I scrunched up my nose as my converse got stuck in a mud pie.
I jolted my leg up just as my converse slipped off my now bare foot. I fell forward and landed on my hands in dry grass. I gathered myself and bent down towards my shoe.
Stuck. Absolutely 100% stuck. In mud. Just great. I bought these shows exactly one week ago! They were red and high tops, my favorite shoe in the world. Now it's covered in filth.
I reached my arm out and grabbed the outside of the shoe, lifting it up slowly. Nothing. I tugged harder. Still nothing. I used both hands this time and it moved slightly to the left. I was hopeless. Alone in a park with a muddy shoe and places to be.
Standing, I took a deep breath and placed my hands on my hips, slightly popping one out. I servayed the area with squinted eyes. I suddenly found a figure with a dark hoodie pulled over their head, white converse, and black skinny jeans. They were standing behind the tree talking to something or someone.
I saw a small bottle being handed to him as they shook hands and exchanged money. Drug dealers.
Pathetic. In a park?! Where everybody could see! I might as well have done it in Walmart in the grocery section. But that's irrelevant. My shoe was still stuck and I needed it.
I bent down again, studying the shoe. If I can't pull it I have to find something that will at least loosen the soil. Myane a shovel or a.....digging tool....a hose....or a branch...tree...a leaf? No, that is too flimsy. But a stick....that would be perfect!
I stood up in hope when I immediately spotted my late friend. She smiled and skipped to me, seeming overly happy.
I placed my hands on my hips once again giving her an unsatisfying look. Her eyes traveled from me to the ground.
"Well....what's going on?" She asks looking up again.
Silence as I stared.
"Nothing but waiting for a LATE friend." I said tappin my foot on the ground.
"About that...." She replied rolling her head to the floor.
"What?!" i said impatiently.
"Me and Kenderick were kind of at his place soo..." She trailed off smiling.
Her short bobbed hair clung to her chin, pieces of blond splattering her face. She pinched her lip when she smiled thinkin about only a few minutes ago with Kenderick.
"Well I had been waiting here for at least 20 minutes. So now, help me find a stick." I said turning my back and scanning.
"A stick? An actual stick? Why?! What use could you possibly have for a- FOUND ONE!" she screamed and picked it up.
It was a medium lengthed, thick stick. Durable could describe this one. I raced to grab it from her hand and back to my shoe. I dug into the ground next to it, causing the mud to loosen only to make my shoe concave on its side.
"No! My beautiful shoe!" I screamed dramatically, "Hailie help him!"
She got down on her knees and lifted up the side but come to find out it wouldn't budge. It suctioned itself to the brown floor. A silent tear rolled down my cheek. I'm going to miss this old/new/old shoe. He was amzing while he lasted. Always going with my outfits. Maked my feel matching. Alway there for me.
My thoughts were interrupted by the hoodie guy from behind the tree. He bent down in front of my shoe and literally graced my shoe upward, unreeling the suction. He stood up, head down, the fabric of my shoe between his thumb and forefinger. I lunged at it, grabbing his hand at the same time.
This hand felt familiar. In an unknown way. Like we have touched before. Or felt each other's presence. He was just so familiar. I held my shoe in front of me.
"Don't worry baby, momma's back." I said with fake tears.
The stranger shrugged and walked off.
"Talk about awkwarrrrrrrrdd." Hailie stretched out the last word.
I rolled my eyes.
"I don't care as long as I have my baby back." I replied stepping around Hailie and towards my house.
"Follow. You will help clean him." I commanded.
She followed and we began the descend back to my house, an attempt to clean my shoe.
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I wrote this in like 36 minutes!!
Sorry it's short!!! I just needed to add this part because it is important.
Who was the shoe helper?! The hoddie mystery?! The drug dealer?!!or drug dealerSSSSS?!
Cartor sure is possessive over them shoes man!
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