Misguided Ghosts [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Three - A bottle of Jack's

A/n: The picture is Tristan --------------------------------------------------->>>>>>

<3 I just wanna pinch his cheeks!

2 1/2 YEARS LATER

Sixteen, going on seventeen. Huh. It was almost my birthday.

I walked down the damp sidewalk, dimly lit by the musty street lights. It was a cold night, I shivered and quickened my pace.

After getting kicked out of my home at fourteen, life was living hell. It got so much worse. I always thought maybe, just maybe, my foster parents would see that they were wrong in leaving me homeless.

I thought just maybe they would come to look for me. Take me back. But it's already been two and a half years. No word. Still, as stupid as I was, I had hope. Hope that one day they would come to me. Or my real parents suddenly wanted me again. Really dumb, I know. But it was all I had to hold on to.

Hope.

A family of three was hurrying down the sidewalk opposite of me. 

"Mommy, when we get home can I open my present? Pleease?" 

"Of course honey. But first we get to eat cake." The Mom leaned down and pecked her daughters cheek. She smiled and started skipping.

I sighed and turned a sharp corner, into a dark alley. It was a shortcut to my place. Yeah, I found an old abandoned warehouse behind the city buildings. For some reason, it had running water, and electricity.

I was lucky. It seemed like it was an old factory of some sort. There were showers, washers, dryers, and an old dusty cot. But before I found this, I was a house hopper. I stayed in about fifty different places. Each time I got found and kicked out. Threatened to be called on by the cops, and plenty more. People really don't care about anything but themselves.

It was hard. Looking around and envying every little thing. I never knew how much I took for granted. 

But, I still had Shelly. If it wasn't for her, I would probably be dead. Last year, around Christmas time, I tried to commit suicide. But Shells stopped me, she saved my life. And every now and then, she would lend me some money stolen from her parents. Shelly became my lifeline.

Well, her and music. For my birthday last year Shelly bought me a guitar, and I learned how to play. Sometimes, I would sit on the streets to play and sing for money. My ipod had lived through all this, so I would listen to songs over and over again to learn what strings to play. It was the only fun thing in my life.

I still went to school though. I didn't want the teachers calling my foster parents, or the police. It wasn't as bad anymore. Everyone got tired of bullying me I guess. Now I was just invisible. Only seen by my sweet Shelly.

I rounded another corner, and walked up the steps to my place. The door screeched in agony as I pushed it open. Right away, I was attacked by a hug.

"Tristan, where the hell have you been?! I was so worried something happened!" Shelly swung her legs around my torso, and I hugged her back.

"I was just out trying to get money." My voice cracked from lack of talking.

"Well then what's this? It looks like you spent money to me." She pointed to the bag I was carrying, and frowned. "That's not what I think it is right?"