Tugging at the collar of his jacket he flipped it up walking out of FreaXz a frown across his lips while those green eyes stared up at the dark sky with a sense of loss. Sure he was living the dream, his job was amazing and he made good money, enough for him to blow on all his designer clothing. Mike had it good, yet he felt the loss of his home town. He hadn't spoken to anyone from South Park in a long time besides his own mother. New York was heaven for an vain attention whore like himself, but he felt lonely despite all the attention. He left fake people and friends back in South Park only to find many more here. This wasn't heaven for him anymore, he needed to go back to Colorado. Mike needed to go home.
After having claimed his baggage Mike walked out of the airport a bag over his shoulder and a suitcase was all he brought. He didn't plan to stay long, possibly spend some time in Denver as well. A small smile crossed this geeks face as he found his mom's van opening the back up putting his stuff in before coming around and getting in the passenger seat. His sister had came to get him which was a bit of a surprise, "Loren- hey, I've missed you." Starting up the car and buckling up she waited for him to get buckled in before pulling out of the parking lot.
"Yeah." she spoke only after they were on the road, "It's been a few years now, I missed you too Fagula." Mike seemed to cringe at the word. Pete's little nickname had stuck and followed him around everywhere in South Park making his high school years a living hell once the jocks caught wind of the 'vampire faggot'. He missed South Park but he sure as hell didn't miss high school one bit.
Fingers ran through that long hair as he closed his eyes leaning back. The smell of this van was comforting in a childish way, he was happy to be heading back to his home. He'd missed his family. "So what have you been up too?" he questioned his little sister with a raised eyebrow, "Hopefully you are doing better in school now."
"I've been doing a little better I guess." she responded with a huff before turning on the radio. That was always her way of telling everyone to shut the hell up. Mike knew better and just shut his mouth before playing the cd that was already in, brokeNCYDE wow his sister needed a better music taste. She was borderline scene even though she claimed to be a punkhead.
Glancing out the window he gave a soft sigh checking out all the scenery. New York was such a big city it felt so strange being here. Almost no traffic after they got from the airport it seemed so strange to him. His home was now a foreign place to him even after only a few years.
Seeing his childhood home again after three years was a surreal feeling, his mother had it painted and it almost looked like a whole new place. Memories of him playing with his father in the font yard were hard to ignore and brought a sad smile to his face. His father's dead had come to him as a shock when he was a teenager, hell it had taken him years to not cry whenever someone asked about it. Now he could only hope he was making his dad proud in some way.
Getting out of the car he fought the urge to run up the steps and call out for him mom. After his father's passing he became quite the momma's boy and getting to see her again would be amazing. Holding the door open for his sister he was greeted by one of the few women who'd played a large role in his life. He automatically gave her a hug as she chuckled, "It's so good to see you Mike."
"Good to see you too." he responded before moving his hair so it wasn't in her face. His sister simply rolled her eyes and headed down the hall probably going back to her room where she practically lived her whole life.
"It's nice to be home mom."
