love you more.

ch.1 - warehouses & pizzeria.

3 years later.

"Well Gavin, it has been a pleasure having you here." Aunt Carrie put the last box in the car trunk, "I'll miss your presence here since I'm now living alone."

"Hey now, there's always that David guy, remember him?" I said.

She shook her body, "yeah no thanks. I've got the chills just thinking of him."

I laughed.

Aunt looked down at her phone, "your crazy mom wants you home before it gets dark."

"She's more than crazy, she's insane. I mean, who kicks their own son out to live three hours away at the age of 14?"

"You needed change and you have changed a lot since you've moved here," she said to me.

I looked down at my clothes, "with this plaid shirt, khaki's and terrible sneakers I look like I've lost it."

"C'mon, you've changed for the better."

Better my ass

I hugged her, "I'll catch ya later."

"I'll miss you," She frowned.

"I sure won't miss walking in on you practicing your dance moves." I got into my crappy 2009 Toyota corolla.

"You're lucky I ain't your mom."

"Ah, thanks for the mental image." I started up the car.

She started walking backwards into the driveway waving, "you better call or text me when you get back home."

"Why me?"

She laughed, "Just get your mom or dad to okay?"

"Yeah, whatever." I waved and drove away.

I waited until I was a block away and turned the other direction of the highway when my phone started ringing.

"Yo man where the eff are you?" Brady angrily spoke through the phone.

"I'm on my way. Chill out, have a blunt." I said pressing down the accelerator and hung up.

Brady is one of the few guys I met the first week I moved in with my aunt. He knows basically everything about me, my plan, secrets, everything.

When I arrived at the warehouse, I changed out of my nerdy clothes into my white shirt, leather jacket, black jeans and black boots.

"Is it just me or does he have a new tattoo every time we see him?" Brady said to Jeff.

Jeff is another guy I met, he's mostly the quietest out of the whole group.

"Shut up with your gossip and help me move my shit outta this shitty car while I get my cycle in the trailer," I said to both of them walking past them.

"Whatever you say boss," Brady said sarcastic.

I opened the trailer door and put the ramps against the edge and walked to my precious baby.

"You should probably leave that bike here, just incase we need another ride," Jeff finally said to me.

"I ain't leaving my baby with you idiots." I revved her up, scaring them both, "she costed a lot of repairing."

Jeff looked at Brady who shrugged his shoulders, "worth a shot."

I drove my motorcycle in the trailer, turned it off, covered it and made sure it was tied down so it wouldn't move and get scratched.

I put the ramps beside the cycle and closed the trailer door.

Brady's phone beeped. "Shit, I have to go. Meeting Chelsea's parents in thirty."