They say fate is written in the stars, you can never change the past or future.
Jack's eyes had fluttered shut as his body leaned against the countertop. The slow day at the shop and lack of sleep made for perfect sleeping conditions. Realizing that he was drifting off he forced his crystal blue eyes open and pushed himself off the counter.
After church, the townspeople rarely stopped by the shop, probably off enjoying the weather. He turned his head towards the window, feeling a stab of envy, he wished that he could leave. His father, however, thought keeping the shop open on Sundays would bring in more money. Jack tried explaining to him that since the town was in a very remote area only the people in the small town would come in.
Jack caught a glance at a few people rushing past the window, raising an eyebrow he strolled over to the window to allow himself a proper look out the window. A large crowd was forming by the gates of the town before he went outside, he gave one last glance around the shop.
Once outside Jack joined the group, trying to find out what was happening. Peeking through people's heads he spotted four unfamiliar faces. Since the town was so small everyone knew each other, maybe a little too well, but he had never seen these people before.
"I'm surprised people even know we are here," an old man spoke out to the four.
"Actually we were surprised to find a town this far out from the city," One of the four men spoke from the group. They all appear to be around Jack's age, not to mention good looking. One of the four glimpsed over with his chocolate-colored eyes at Jack, the man's jaw was tight, with deeper inspection the man seemed to be on edge.
"What are you boy's even doing so far from town?" The old man continued his questions, Jack's attention snapped back over to the others and the old man; he wanted to know the answers as well.
"Looking for a place to stay for a few days," the same man who responded before did again, he stood a few more feet ahead of the other three, giving the appearance that he was the leader of the group.
"A place to stay?" The old man repeated, "That is up to our Mayor, Mike." The old man looked towards Jack's father, Mike. His father had his eyebrows pulled together, as his eyes fluttered shut, the same look Jack has when trying to decided something. Moments after his eyes shut they had reopened "Well, we are always happy to take newcomers here, feel free to stay." Mike offered a friendly handshake to the blonde hair man, along with a warm smile. The man shook Mike's hand returning the smile, before looking around.
"Thank you all so very much, I should introduce myself and my friends, I'm Felix." He turned pointing to the short blue hair man behind him. "This is Ethan," pointing again at the next person in line was the man who had the chocolate-colored eyes. "This is Mark," he pointed to the last person remaining " And Tyler," He announced to the crowd.
"It's nice to meet you, boys. I can show you the guest house we have in town, I'm sure you won't get lost we are a pretty small town." The old man remarked.
"Everyone can head back to what they were doing now," Mike chimed in. "Jack." His father looked directly at him, knowing that his son was standing there. "Come here," His father waved him over, the crowd broke up as everyone returned to business.
Jack was about to ask a question, instead, however, he decided ageist the question and just stepped over to his father. "Why don't you take these young men to the shop and allow them to pick up anything they may need," his father said. "Oh. You can also bring them to the guest house, John shouldn't be walking that far anyway," He added, the elder chuckled.
"I'm not in that much pain," John smiled "But my knees do thank you, Jack, for taking them," He added. Jack gave a small nod before heading back to the shop, glancing behind himself to make sure the four followed, as they entered the shop.
"Um, feel free to pick out anything, I guess." Jack announced sure what else to say. Jack watched the men close, they stuck close together as they went through the store. They never talked loud enough where Jack could make out the words, like they were hiding something. Whatever it was Jack was going to find out one way or another.
