Somewhere Along the Road - Jack

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Somewhere Along the Road

    Jack

You know that one moment

            when you know you’ve met

            someone that’s absolutely

                        terrible?

 I’m not having that moment.

            I’m not having it at all with

            this guy. He’s got a name.

                        Justin.

 I’ve suddenly found that

            I’m taking advantage of

            a guy whose genuinely

                        nice.

 I’ll admit, it makes me feel

            bad when I do stuff like

            this. People don’t deserve

                        this.

 So, what’s your name?

            Justin takes his eyes off

            of the road for a second,



                        smiling.

 I had been looking out

            of the passenger’s side

            window moments before.

                        “Jack.”

Idiot. You just told him

            your full name! He may

            be able to turn you in

                        now.

I probably should have

            given him an alias,

            but I just couldn’t do

                        it.

That’s a nice name.

            Have ya enjoyed

            living in Austin,

                        Jack?

Lying to this guy just

            didn’t feel right to

            me, but it was safe.

                        “Yeah.”

That’s good. I like

            it there, too. I’ve

            lived there all my

                        life.

There’s nothing

            I like more than

            being close to



                        home.



Home. The word

            had a painful

            pang to it that I

                        hated.

Back home, Ace

            was probably

            being abused.

                        Ace…

I missed my sister.

            We were twins,

            but we were

                      separated.

“Yeah,” I said. “I

            home with my

                        family.”

He turned to me

            again. Don’t

            we all miss

                        home?

I nodded. “I

            guess so.

            Some just

                        don’t.”

Justin nodded.

            It’s better though.

            Home doesn’t mean

                        loneliness.

For some reason,

            I liked this guy.

            I liked him a

                        lot.

And somehow, I

            felt like I’d met

            a new friend



                        somewhere along the road.

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