Here in the Second Moon

Chapter 5: The more, the merrier

Michael's POV

It was easy lifting her up. She wasn't heavy, and she was very engaged in holding on to me. I loved the way her hair smelled when she cuddled up under my chin. I also loved the way I felt when I unconditionally waited to assist her. She definitely helped me become a better person by just letting me support her. So, as a way of summarizing my emotions, I can tell you I was a confused and bittersweet teenager trying to achieve happiness even in these awful circumstances.

Suddenly, when we were half a block away from the dark alley, Sirens started to sound coming towards us.

- They're coming! – Emma said with a broken but smooth voice.

- We gotta hurry, grab on – I replied, trying to convince her that everything was going to be OK.

We barely made it to the alley when we saw the police cars arriving at the scene, getting out and talking to radios, speaking to people and finding witnesses to the scene.

- We need to move on – I told her,

- They will know we are here the moment they talk to the right person –

So off we went; through the dark alley, unto the next block to blend in. Swiftly, we overheard this sound from the trashcans. We looked at each other reassuring ourselves that we both heard it. I put Emma down, slowly, making sure she was able to stand by herself, and headed to where the sound was. Right before the trash cans there was a half closed door. When I was close enough to the trash cans, there was this voice coming from the entrance:

- Hey! Michael! Right here! – I looked towards the metal door, and there he was, Omar Reilly. His curls where picking out the door, his huge brown eyes looking at me.

-Hey O! What are you doing here? – I asked, not really surprised about the whole thing.

See, Omar was, what I call, an adrenaline junky. Everybody in the whole school knows Omar. He's the troublemaker. Not because he's mean spirited, but because he can't stay still. He has to be trying some trick out. He had broken his right arm three times, one on his skateboard and two doing parkour. His left foot at least a couple, and his entire leg once, I remembered because he started to practice stunts with his wheelchair. So, obviously, he was in his natural environment when it came to running away. The question was: why was he here and how come he wasn't in some teenage jail?

-Are you alone? - he asked suspiciously

-No, I have Emma with me – I said while pointing at her with my eyes.

-Emma? Emma Wright? – Omar said surprisingly

-The one and only - My affirmative elbows going up and down suggested a very coincidencial meeting between the two of us. See, everyone dreams about meeting Emma Wright the way I met her. She's beautiful, smart and self-confident. The best part is that she doesn't consider herself above other people. She tries to treat everybody the same. She even once gave a speech in debate class on why she didn't want to be called "princess" by her parents. She stated that princesses are above everyone else, which was absolutely disgusting for her moral standards. I've never talked to her before, but is partly my fault for not trying, not taking the time, not enjoying life outside my guitar and my cello.

-Dude, we have to get out of here before they start searching the area- said O.

-Emma is going to have a hard time; she got hurt during an accident. See, that changes everything, which means we can't run anymore. We now have to hide.

So we went for the obvious: the sewage system. It's disgusting, I know, but it was our only choice: it was right there, and no cop would try to look at the stinky sewage before checking out the whole surface first. We had to wait there until it was dark enough to blend in, and until Emma felt better.