What If?

2. Late Night Walks

Picture of how I picture Neil above^^^
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The cold air rushes around me when I walk outside.
I head down the street, looking to get lost.
I start to head towards Jim's house.
Jim is my drug dealer, and I have a long walk to get to his place.
My "father" has taken my car keys, and left me to walk everywhere with it being a grand total of twenty degrees outside.
I, sadly, live in the rich, fancy part of town.
None of that matters to me though because every house in my neighborhood is just filled with false happiness and high expectations.
I pull the hood of my jacket up and pick up my pace as I enter the more beat up side of town.

I make myself at home at Jim's place.
Someone told me that he wasn't home at the moment, so I sat around awaiting his return.
There's a blonde girl sitting by a couple guys and she can't seem to keep her eyes off me.
I watch her as she makes her way over to me, confidence radiating off of her.
I don't know what about me says I want someone to come talk to me, but she sits right down beside me and leans against me.
I try to avoid her by looking around the room, but I feel her raise her hand up my my chest and I instantly grab her wrist.
I stare into her glassy eyes and her smile disappears from her lips.
I give her a sarcastic smile, "Keep your grimy hands off me."
I feel her jerk her hand back as if I had burned her and with that she walked away.

After waiting for what felt like forever Jim finally showed with the ounce I had requested.
He had been trying for months to get me to try some pills he had got in and it was no different tonight.
"Neil, man, I'm telling you. Best. Trip. You'll ever have." He stands in front of me with the excitement of a little kid and a baggy of white pills in hand.
I just chuckle and throw my jacket back on, getting ready to finally leave, "Nah man. I'm good. Just the weed."
Jim follows me to the door, continuing his rave on the little pills, but I'm back out into the cold before he gets too far.

I start wondering down the street and absentmindedly roll up a joint.
I don't care if I get caught anymore.
What are they gonna do?
Arrest me?
I scoff at the thought.
Mom would have me out before the next morning. I guess there's something good about your mom being the town's sheriff.
I find myself wondering into a small, rundown cafe and find a corner booth in the back.
When the young server approaches me I don't know if I lose my ability to speak because I'm high out of my fucking mind, or if I'm just stunned by this girls beauty.
Girls don't usually catch my attention, but there's something about her.
I quickly avert my gaze as she speaks to me, "Hello, my names Taylor. What can I help you with tonight?"

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So now they've met!
I hope my chapters get better as the story develops and I hope you guys stick around to see it through.
Sorry if it's a little rough, but give me some feedback!

01/22/2019
3:21pm