As Charlie and I walked we noticed it was odd that no one was around.The night was dim, silence in the air, not a foot step to be heard. It was cold as if it was mid winter or it had just snowed. We had no jackets or cellphones and yet I stupidly decided to walk to the gas station for a pack of cigars. The only thing I had left after paying for them was thirty-two scents.
"I'm cold Peter," Charlie said as his green eyes began to water. He was right, I couldn't even feel my toes.
" Let's walk" I said as I wondered what the plan was because we had no ride home. In the corner of my eye I spotted a payphone on Third Street. "Come on Charlie I see something" I said as I pulled out my remaining thirty-two scents to make a phone call.
"Hello?" came a voice through the phone.
"Yea, mom." I said. "Charlie and I need you to pick us up".
"Erik will be here any minute Peter. He's taking me to the movies, I can't". I laughed sarcastically.
"What ever." I said , reaching my hand to put the phone back as the line disconnected. Erik was mom's boyfriend. I felt like he was just like the rest. Mom would usually date someone for a while, claim she loved them and after a while just wouldn't see them anymore.
"Peter let's hitch a ride," said Charlie.
"Ok, let's go," I said.
We walked some more , finally making our way to Eighth Street. Charlie and I looked around, but there was still nobody in sight until Charlie made a face and pumped his fists as if he won the lotto.
"Excuse me sir," Charlie yelled almost piercing my eardrum. "Sir!" he yelled again. A bearded Caucasian man had been sitting in a black car with tinted windows. He turned his face towards us looking at us confused and rolled down his window.
"Can I help you boys" said the Caucasian man, a dark an eerie voice came out of his mouth.
"We were just wondering if you could give us a ride if that's OK."
"Get in, where are you young boys headed?" I didn't know this man, and I surely wasn't aware of his capabilities and intentions. We both were in desperate need of a ride, so I said we were up by Twelfth street. After ten minutes of silence we arrived.By then we were at Charlie's house.
I had always loved staying at his house. He had a little cat, a great mother, a loving sister named Ari and a caring father. His father was cool, he always considered me a son, maybe because my father was a dead beat. Ever since I met Charlie his whole family had been so welcoming. I had met Charlie at school in my sophomore year, of coarse he was a freshman. Usually people in different grades wouldn't become best friends but I liked charlie because he was different. And to me different was a good thing.
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Random*This is NOT my book. I published it for a friend.* Charlie and Peter are two very different teenagers. Peter has a hard life. His dad is somewhere on the face of the earth and his mom is usually off with a friend and doesn't really care about Pet...
