Diary of a Greaser- Vance Medici

Day Two

Dear Diary,

I'm going to start from the beginning. It was about 6 AM, I was outside, laying on the bench. I really like looking at the sky at night, even if there's not many stars you can see. It's just a nice colour and the sun isn't blinding you. I see it a lot more than others do. I'm probably nocturnal, but I just don't know it.

I was humming 'The Jet Song' from West Side Story, because it was the first thing that popped into my head. I closed my eyes, then started singing the words. New Coventry is almost dead at night. Or at least this night. You wouldn't think there was a human there besides me. I didn't think so either. Until I heard those footsteps. I could tell from the dainty sound they were high heels. They stopped, and I felt something looking over me. I opened my eyes and saw these shining green eyes looking at me. It was from a girl's, no, a woman. She looked in her late 30's or so. Barely. She had soft eyes , and her brown-red hair was almost as sweet-looking as mine.
"Excuse me, do you know where a Mr Medici is?" Came her voice, almost angelic. There was something about her that made a connection with me, and not a romantic one in the slightest. Almost family-like.
"I know two of them, missus." I wisecracked, sitting up.
"Well, he used to be my husband and I just want to see my son. He'd be in his teens now."
"Oh yeah? What was your son's name, huh?"
"Vance. Do you know him?"

I froze. I've never been afraid as much as I was there. Not even when my Pop would strike me in the back of the head with a two-by-four.
"Do you know him?" She repeated.
"Vance...Vance Medici."
"Yeah! Where is he?" She asked, bending down to my level.
"I...I thought you was dead. Pop told me that you died."
"Pop? You mean- Vance! Oh my god! What did that bastard say to you?" He said, hugging me tight as if I was going to disappear.

I took her to Pop's house, letting her in and leaving. I passed by an empty bar. It was probably the only one I knew that closed at 6. I snuck in and took a bottle. I'm not going to go into too much detail. I'd never get drunk otherwise. All I remember doing is passing out.