My converse were tapping nervously against the concrete floor, waiting for the never-coming ride. Damon was supposed to be come and pick me up half an hour ago. I was standing in front of the music store I visit every week. It was the only place I could be without letting out complaints. I could even say it was my all time favorite place. I guess music saved me from all the bullshit back home.
I stared at the horizon while the sun set, it was getting dark and nothing good ever happen after the sun goes down.
A good five minutes later, a navy sedan showed up, with my best friend, Damon.
"Where the hell are you? I'm starting to think I'm gonna get raped." I panted after I ran a yard to his car.
"This bad boy broke down." He shrugged and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
The ride home was filled with silence, I instantly regretted not putting some cds on the dashboard. I shrugged the feeling off, it was a comfortable silence anyway. A good thirty-minutes later we pulled up infront of a simple two story house. I walked on the gravel path that I walked on every day for three years. I unlocked the wooden door and was greeted by the smell of old books and pine cones that I was used with.
I made my way upstairs in an unbelievable slow pace to my room and heard the door slammed shut, it must be Damon. I stumbled in the medimum-sized room and let my self fall to the pile of blankets and nuzzled my face in between the pillows and let my self rest for a while.
I tilted my auburn wrapped head upwards and my hazel eyes met the moonlight by the large window above the bed. I climbed on the window pane and sat there, my legs swung off the edge. From the place I was sitting, I could see the whole street. Sometimes a little kid giggling on his bicycle, savouring an ice cream with his father, these little things meant the most. I just sighed upon the memory, because I knew I wouldn't be able to experience it myself. The main street was usually lonely, a few cars passing by once in a while.
That night was different. A black four wheeler passed by in a medium speed, the roof was put down and I could see four, reckless teenagers. The perks of not talking lot, increased my other senses. If it was almost pitch black I still can tell my surroundings. I studied each of them carefully.
They were all laughing, throwing their heads back while Blink was playing out loud. I smiled because I used to do the exact same thing. The weird-hair coloured was driving, I couldn't make much of his face, he was being blocked by the curly haired-honey blond guy. He was kneeling on the car seat. There was two people in the backseat. One with the blue eyes, blond hair and greenday shirt, stood up the highest, and I wondered how would it feels like. The last one shared an extreme resemblance with Nick. Dark brown hair and eyes, puffy cheeks, strong jaw line and a sweet smile. I observed the boy intently before I locked gaze with him and looked away.
And for the first time since forever, I felt something.
