What Is This Place. (W.I.P.)

2: Settling into hell. (W.I P.)

Jess awoke to the sound of birds chirping and sun shining down on him, baking him alive under his black comforter. He had sweat stains and his purple hair poked out in every direction.
He sauntered down the stairs to find opened boxes littering the kitchen/living room floor. Vases and pictures spotted here and there, the couches were blocked off by boxes, so the kitchen table was the best seat in the house. A bag of McDonald's lay on the table with a note.
"The girls and I went to town, to meet up with an good friend. Chase brought McDonalds for you on break. Ill be back with our guest soon. XoXo -Mom"
Yay, he thought, he had the house to himself, he figured he best devour the twenty piece McNugget while he had the chance. He snatched to bag and raced up the stairs and , making out like a bandit, made the McDonalds disappear in less than ten minutes.
After filling his stomach with greasy goodness, he pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a button up shirt, and went off to explore town.

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He peddled down the barely paved backroads that led to a park in the middle of town, he adjusted his neko headphones to assure they wouldnt fall of of his head, and turned on his phone to an acoustic Sleeping With Sirens playlist. He grabbed his phone from his pocket to switch to the next song, he had only glanced from the road a second when he heard a scream. he looked up to a horrifyed passerby feet away from his bike, whom he swerved to avoid. he succesfully avoided the attractive young man, but in doing so the bike slid sideways down the road, as he did with it. Once he stopped he got up and dusted himself off, a scraped knee and elbow was all he suffered, but the civilian looked extremely concerned, 

"Oh my god, are you okay? Im so sorry, i shouldve looked where i was going."

          "its okay, dude. Im fine, I -"

"I have a first aid kit in my bag, here." he replied holding out the tiny white suitcase. I pushed it away.

     "Really dude, I'm fine, thanks" I replied. He proceded to take the teen's hand and pulled himself up. "I'm Jess by the way"

"Im Carlos". Carlos, Carlos Carter? Carlos Carter his old best friend who moved south when they were just five, that carlos? He had the same hair and skin tone, but that couldnt possibly be him.

     "Carlos Carter?!" I asked