"Hey, man. We're here," said the youth pastor with maybe a little too much enthusiasm. He stepped out and his bag was tossed to him. He wasn't exactly the strongest person, and he wasn't exactly prepared either. The weight of his bag knocked his body onto the concrete sidewalk, and his phone knocked out of his hand along with his earbuds. The boy right next to him ran to him and helped him up. Terry didn't see the boy's face until his glasses were readjusted and his vision focused. The boy's face had no imperfections. His eyes were a light bluish grey, and his hair was colored a fiery red and flared to one side. Terry noticed his ear piercings, two broken heart halves.
"Hi."
"Hey Terry."
"How do you know my name."
"Your dog tags. Why do you have those by the way, were you in the military?"
"No. They were my dad's."
"Oh. I'm sorry, I just realized that you're still on the ground would you like me to help you up?"
Terry couldn't resist his invitation as the boy's words left his lips.
"Please," Terry said, "it would be very appreciated." The boy grabbed Terry by his waist, and picked him up and set him on his feet, and helped with his bag with minimal effort. It was strange how much Terry was blushing when he was on his feet.
"Im sorry I don't think I got your name."
"It's Scott, and by the looks of it we're going to be roommates."
End of chapter
