I pulled open the creaky door of my scratched up Chevy. It was once my dads too so I couldn't find the heart to replace the old piece of garbage. Slipping the key in I revved up the engine and headed into town. Light Rock music muttered from the radio but I didn't quite feel paying it much attention; my mind was set on a burger.
On the road I passed my friend Adrian working under his old mans pickup outside their auto body shop. On any normal day I would stop by and grab a can of his cheap booze that he keeps hidden away but I was in somewhat of a rush to see Maggie; and besides Adrian looked busy anyway. After another minute of driving I not so carefully slid my car into the next to empty parking lot that surrounded the grill. Slamming my car door behind me I took my stroll in.
Maggie hadn't shown up yet so I decided to just order for her; "get me the regular Jerry" I said to the worker standing with his phone by the register. "Your girl showing up?" He asked me while still not too focusing on his job. "Yeah give me her regular too" I said to the guy before wandering to our place in the back corner of the restaurant.
I took a look around and thought to myself how my life was like a rerun of the same episode of some crappy show about a small town. Everybody knew everybody in Carlington and I had gotten very acquainted to it at that point but I could never find it n my heart to like it that way. I always enjoyed new things, new people, new everything, just "new". I loved the thrill of it, but the only new things you'd hear about in Carlington would be the occasional opening of a gas station or robbery of said gas station but despite my desire for something new I was here, where I had always been and being here was where I would inevitably stay.
After a long period of playing with my straw and taking small bites of my burger I thought that maybe Maggie had fallen back to sleep after getting up so early. Finally I heard that distinct sound of a bell that Benny's door made when it was pushed open. I excitedly glanced in its direction to see Maggie walking my way. Only something was immediately wrong, she was late. Maggie is never late, and judging by the redness around her eyes and the hoody she had slid on to mask her post-teary eyed face there was a good reason why.
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Split Pieces
Teen FictionTwo teenagers, Nate and Maggie are head over heels in love with one another. When they become split apart it's up to Nate to get to her and close the distance, no matter the circumstances, no matter the miles. x
