Where Will I Go

1||Summertime

Summertime, and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-lookin'
So hush little baby, Don't you cry
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A brunet sat alone in one of the booth's of a coffee shop. It was a mystery how he even found himself there. It was 1:30, and on a tuesday; he should be in bed or at least at home. He was only 17, after all. He could have been an easy target for any kind of creep looking to satisfy their deleterious intentions.

Walking alone at midnight in the streets of Detroit was risky. It especially didn't help that he was rather far from home. Although the café was really only 2 neighbourhoods away, they were rather large neighbourhoods and separated from each other a good deal. He was practically asking to get lost.

The coffee shop was old, and you could tell by the design of the interior. The pink walls and dark chocolate brown crown mouldings on the ceiling kept the minuscule building in the 70's.
He had his glove covered hands wrapped around a coffee mug, using the heat radiating from the fake porcelain to warm his hands that have been in the cold November air all night. A barely-touched slice of cheese-cake sat beside the white mug, as Ella Fitzgerald (a 1940's jazz musician) played softly at a low volume from the speakers of the store. Although there were nerves sparking in his body about being so far from his house and in such a dangerous city, he felt oddly calm. Content and at ease, even.

The calm atmosphere was disrupted by the ringing of a 'jingle' bell, signalling that someone else came in the store. The brunet looked over towards the direction of the noise, spotting a tall, blond male who didn't look that much older than he was. The blond looked frantic, almost as if he was in need of help. It was unfortunate that the only employee who worked the graveyard shift was in the break room. He observed the mysterious blond steadily. When the blond looked towards his direction, the brunet did not stop staring. He only did so further, and raised his left eyebrow in question.

"Can I help you?" He asked, tone slightly irritated. He hated when people stared, wether you were a stranger or a relative didn't matter. He was hypocritical in that sense.

"I-uh... I just-" the blond stuttered, scratching the back of his head nervously. "M-my car broke down..." He admitted.

The brunet nodded his head in understanding. An awkward silence filled the air for about 2 minutes, before he spoke up again with an offer. "Do you need help?" He asked.

The blond gave him a look of confusion and curiosity. He took a good look at the brunet. He looked a little bit younger, but no more than maybe by 2 years. He was wearing an over-sized brown leather jacket that was only a few shades lighter than his hair. His black fingerless gloves covered his pale skin, and a dark coloured beanie hat hid most of his chocolate brown hair. Only his fringe had managed to escape.

"You know stuff about cars?" The blond asked.

The brunet gave a tiny smile, making small dimples appear in his cheeks. "Yeah, a little."

The blond looked a bit skeptical, but he couldn't really be picky right now. There's no way in hell he was gonna get his car towed, and right now it seemed like the brunet was his only hope.

"Well, c-could you take a look at it? Also, heads up, it's an old car." The blond warned, and the brunet smiled wider.

"Old cars are my favourite." He stated, standing up and pulling a 20 dollar bill out of his pocket, dropping it on the table to pay for his coffee and cheese cake. He felt bad about leaving a barely-eaten cheese cake on the counter. He hated wasting food, but he decided it was better not to dwell on it.

The two walked out of the building together, and the blond pointed towards his car. He saw the brunet smile.

"Oh man, this car's a beauty." He said. The car was a light pastel blue 1962 chevy impala. He absolutely adored old cars. Some of his earliest memories were of signature vintage vehicles in his dad's junk yard. There were old, rusty and beaten down cars everywhere.