It was lonely sunday afternoon and Amy was lying on her king-size bed, thinking how it might feel to live like a normal person, not some famous singer. She was 5 when she started singing, and now she's 24 already and don't remember anything from times before her career began. She was tired and bored because of all fans, papparazzi, directors, managers etc. Especially she had enough of boyfriends who wanted to be with her for money and to be popular. She was beautiful, but no one truly loved her but her parents. She sobbed.
After about 20 mins she decided to put on her trench coat, boots and go out somewhere. Somewhere where nobody would recognise her.
She reached a dark street between two buildings, which walls were covered in graffiti. In the shadow were standing a few groups of boys, some girls and men in hoodies, some of these hoodies were dirty and with holes. Everyone of those people were smoking cigarettes. It seemed to be the one of those districts poverty (shanty). Amy was walking between people glad that she hasn't been noticed yet, or if she's been, anyone wasn't interested in her. Suddenly something caught her eye.
One boy was standing alone, leaning against the wall, head dropped down and his hands in pockets. He was thin, short and with hood on his head. It would be weird, although that his clothes were clean and he was alone.
She stepped closer.
"Hi." she said finally. The boy raised his head and looked on her.
"Hi." he barely whispered in low voice, but Amy heard him.
"What's your name?"
"And who you are to ask me?" he raised one eyebrow in concern.
"I'm Amy."
"I don't know you...you're not from here, you don't fit here..." He scanned her with his blue eyes.
"No, but it doesn't matter. I just went out for a walk and ended here... then I saw you, you don't fit here too."
"I'm Mark, Mark Owen...nice to meet you Amy." He avoid in cold voice what she's just said.
"So...what are you doing here?"
"I live here."
"Then where are your parents?"
"I'm 24 for fuck's sake and I don't need my parents!" he shouted suddenly.
"Ok, ok. Calm down. Sorry. You just..."
"look younger, I know... and I'm sorry too."
"Do you like living here?"
"Do I look like I'm liking this? No."
"Maybe I can take you with me?"
"I don't need help and anyone to feel sorry for me. Ok?"
"But I don't...I just like you and take you home because of it?"
"Why?"
"Oh, just because. Please?"
"Ok." Mark murmured.
