Bleed The Dream

Chapter Four: The Train

"I don't want to know you

I don't think we should talk anymore"

New Found Glory

CHAPTER FOUR:

My phone began to buzz furiously atop the table, Panic! At The Disco's This Is Gospel blaring throughout the quiet coffee shop. I hurried and shut off the ringer as a few heads turned my way. The number was unknown. I answered it, unsure of what to expect. I reached for my drink as I said, "hello?" I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I continued to read over a new chapter I was writing.

"Bandit?"

"Sandwich?" I reached up to clutch my phone, coffee and laptop forgotten. I hadn't known he'd changed his number.

"Yeah, yeah, it's me," his deep voice rumbled, "listen, can I ask a favor?"

Knowing I'd help him in a heartbeat, all of the awkwardness aside, I said, "sure, what do you need?"

"I'm stuck at my work with a dead battery," he said. "Could you come by so I can hook up to your car?"

"I don't have any cables," I said, shutting my laptop.

"I do, don't worry about it."

I looked down at my little workstation I'd set up. I had my laptop, coffee, a notebook and a pen. A brand new one that wasn't going to run out of ink. I didn't necessarily want to leave my work, but Sandwich needed me and if could fix things between us, I was going to give it a shot. I started to put my computer in it's case.

"Okay where are you?"

"The bee shop," he said, sounding relieved. I wondered if I had been his last option. The inner me in my head scowled at the thought. Doesn't matter. You fix it, King! She seemed to be saying, hands on her hips as she glared.

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute," I said then hung up.

Sandwich had worked at the same bee shop since he was fifteen. It was the ideal job for him; no high school diploma necessary, he made decent money, and he never got drug tested because his boss was his uncle.

The shop was only about twenty minutes from my house, at the edge of town next to an old set of train tracks. The coffee shop was just down the street, so when I pulled into the small parking lot in front of the garage a few minutes later, Sandwich and a girl I'd never met came hurrying towards me.

"Hey Bandit," Sandwich said as I climbed out of my blue Baja Bug. I nodded at him with a smile, glancing at the girl behind him. She was looking at her phone, dark hair covering her face like a curtain. She was wearing a Go Tigers! Hoodie. It had Sandwich's number on it.

"Hey," I said with a small smile.

"This is Brianna," Sandwich introduced the girl.

I gave her a smile and a little wave, "I'm Bandit."

"Hi," she said.

"So," I said, feeling a little uncomfortable, "where's your truck?"

Sandwich started to head towards the garage door of the shop, "I didn't drive my truck. It's my motorcycle."

Eyebrows raising, I asked, "when did you get a motorcycle?"

"Well it's not actually mine," Sandwich said. There was just enough light in the sky for me to see his cheeks flush red with embarrassment. "It's Harry's. I'm borrowing it since I don't have my truck."