Holding Out For A Hero

Cola

"So Priscilla told you her and Finn's story?" Benjamin asked once we got onto the front yard.

He had just gotten home a couple minutes ago, unfazed by the two adults passed out in his living area. Priscilla laid on the leather couch and about ten meters away was Finn. The broken-hearted girl held herself and he clutched a bottle of jack. Both sure had caused a lot of commotion but now they seemed so different. Oblivious to what hurt them before.

This doesn't mean the porn stars idiotic self was out of trouble. When Priscilla fell asleep, he went completely ballistic. The kitchen's china got most the wrath of his anger. Plates went flying into walls. By six o'clock, glasses filled with tonics. He drank the whole liquor cannot dry.

For thirty minutes, he tried convincing me and Blake he was a pirate. When Blake told him he didn't have the an eyepatch like most sea captains, the idiot tried to stab out his left eye. If I hadn't feel bad for him it would have made the perfect blackmail.

We were both relieved when he finally sunk to the ground. Blake didn't have to be told twice to head upstairs. He ran to bed, complaining how exhausting he felt. He flat out told me not to expect grandchildren. Kids were too much work and I couldn't have agreed more. Luckily, I found an old soul.

"Somewhat, she wasn't very descriptive about the part where she snuck to see Quickie at work- or well aiding you is a better word for it." I took a sip of the cola Benjamin bought me from the drug store. Supposedly on the way here, he had to stop there as Navy and bust some guys.

Stupid morons choose the wrong time to plan a robbery. If they had know any better they would have waited till sundown. Evenings, usually around two or three were the the proper times to break into places. Almost every citizens were asleep and it was still dark.

Every robber knew this fact. They must have been new to the task. Kids looking for a good time or they could have been Finn's lost relatives. Stupid as him.

I thought slightly back to the streets. The late night parties and thrills given after every success. It was one of the best feelings in the world. It left you with a great amount of confidence which made anything seem possible to accomplish.

Yeah, it wasn't the proper way to gain that satisfaction but it was once the only way I knew how to achieve it. These days, I get the fulfillment when Blake brings home his fantastic test scores or glancing at Bennie-Boy. Two different things completely yet each helps me realize I gained more. If I hadn't excepted Benjamin's offer to live with him I would have never got to know him and Blake still not gone to school.

But it wasn't the same simulation you got from jumping off roof tops, I sighed.

Benjamin sat down on the step. His gun belt still intact and uniform buttoned. We were suppose to go on our date but I think this was his silent way of postponing it. After all we couldn't leave Blake alone with those two. That wouldn't have been the smartest idea.

"Want to know what happened in detail?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist.

I snorted at his attempt to be sly. This boy needed to take a class on how to be a flirt. I was starting to question if we were in an 80's romance movie.

"Come on," he put his lips onto the edge of my ear. "I know you want too."

His breath pulled the usual trigger. I begun to grow super warm and for safety precautions I tried to shove his face away. I wasn't going to die because of overheating.

He laughed as I continued to push on his nose. At moments like this I wished I were the hero with the super strength. It'd be easier to put a distance between us.