Champy

Part Five

When we had finally returned to the parade, we were distracted by some very attractive college girls; none of them were as beautiful as my wife, but I did not know that since I would not have met her for another three years at that point. Anyways, we found these girls to be very pretty, and they were already in college, which appealed to me, Ricky, and Sam, since we would be attending Universities for our first year in the fall. We had been feeling pretty confident that day, and since we were disappointed by our hunt for Champy, we figured we could have a chance to end the day on a good note if we flirted with some pretty girls. You know, typical teenage boy shit. So we approached them. After chatting for a while, we could tell that they were into us, so we asked them if they wanted ice cream, on us. Who could say no to free ice cream from a couple of nice, good-looking guys? We went to the ice cream truck and let them each pick out what they wanted, and I even bought one for Freddy. We sat around some picnic tables, getting to know each other more. I don't even remember their names. I had been so caught up in the moment that I hadn't realized that Freddy had slipped away from us. When I noticed that he was gone and asked if anyone knew where he had went, Ricky said that he remembered Freddy saying that he was going to the bathroom. I was relieved, up until twenty minutes had passed since I noticed he was gone and he still hadn't returned.

That's when I left Ricky and Sam with the girls, and said I was going to go look for my brother, and that I would be back as soon as I found him. Our mother had made me promise that I was going to look out for Freddy, and I knew that losing him was no way to keep that promise. I made my way over to the Porta Potty, and I noticed that the door was unlocked. Nobody was inside. So I thought, maybe he made his way back to the boys at the picnic tables, and I walked back there. He wasn't there either, and when I asked the boys and girls if any of them had seen him since I left them, they said no. My next instinct was to see if he had found his way back to our mother. It was always possible that he got tired of hanging out with us and the girls since there was nobody there his age, and so he had decided to go back to hang out with Mom or something. When I found our mother, however, and asked if she had seen Freddy, she said no.

"You lost Freddy?" she sternly asked me. I had no choice but to say that yes, I had indeed misplaced my little brother, except that it wasn't my fault. I explained to her that he had said he was going to use the bathroom while we were eating ice cream and hanging out, and that after some time had passed and he wasn't back, I went to go check on him, except he wasn't there.

"So I thought maybe he would've been with you, once I went back to the picnic tables and he hadn't returned to them while I had been gone looking for him to make sure he was okay," I explained, "so I came here to see if that was the case. But now I really don't know where he is."

She was yelling at me at this point for being so irresponsible – interrupting me, and asking me how I could possibly lose a person, let alone my little brother.

"I haven't checked the house yet, we should go there and see if he decided to go home for some reason," I suggested.