Maylin

BEGINNING- Chapter Two

We were halfway into town and trying to find a parking space when Ian turned on the radio. We had mostly gone the whole way in silence after what we saw on the news. This was the first sound since we got in.

After finally finding a parking space and stepping out into the Colorado heat, it actually wasn't too bad, about 86°. We started walking towards the center of town which was really just a long, semi-narrow (a one-way street with sidewalks on either side) street all the way through town.

"So I tried that MySpace thing," Kaylee said, "it's really weird."

"Dude, you're thirteen. That website is for horny freaks and people eighteen and older," I said.

"Not to mention it's run down as fuck." Ian added, "Seriously. No one uses it."

"I know that, I'm not stupid. I just wanted to check it out, then some guy that was like, twenty started hitting on me and I was like 'dude, I'm thirteen'."

"Kaylee, I wouldn't mess around with that. They can see where you live and shit," I said.

"Yeah, haven't you seen that show Dateline?" Ian said, though it didn't really look like he was paying attention

anymore. Now that we were in the center of town he was probably looking for Maylin. Weird, why was he so anxious to find her?

"He just said really gross stuff," Kaylee said.

"You're going to delete that when we get home," I stated harshly.

"Don't waste your breath," she said, "it's already long gone."

"Good," I said as I looked down at my phone. One new message: Hey I'm here, from Maylin, ten minutes ago. Before I could reply, I got another: I see you, from Maylin. I looked up and around but instead was greeted by a force slamming into my back.

"Guess who!" she squealed as she jumped on my back. Chuckling I spun around once and set her down. She looked so beautiful, she always did. Her golden, curly hair was just left to be wild, but slightly tamed, and draped down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a black tank with wide straps and a nice neckline (for my taste). She was wearing a pair of D. Martins and black skinny jeans. Being out in Colorado it's usually a lot hotter so we could wear things like that when it was cool like this.

As much as I describe Maylin as perfect, she really isn't. She has a severe mental disorder known as clinical depression: where she is depressed almost constantly. She has been to numerous psychiatrists and counselors, on tons of different medications that only just recently have begun to work. Sometimes she would go days without eating, she isn't anorexic or anything, she just told me she didn't feel the need to eat. On top of all she had wicked asthma. I say "had" because it finally stopped a few months ago. Her mother and I still keep spare inhalers just in case.

"Hey," I said, smiling down at her, "did you get my text earlier?" I wanted to make sure she at least chipped in some (it was a pact we all made a while ago).

"Yeah, but I don't have much..." she said. "It's fine, neither do I. It's Ian that has the biggest donation," I said, gesturing towards Ian that jerked his chin up once in response.

"My cousin was in town last week, he's a little butthole so I don't have a guilty conscious taking anything from him."

*NOT FINISHED*