"And that one, that's Peter. He ran away from home after his dad started beating his mom. He doesn't talk much anymore, Jeffrey looks out for him, right Jeffrey?" Noel leaned down and threw something at the dog. Maybe a piece of bread. And then I followed after her, handing Peter the backpack full of things to help him survive the streets. He was very beautiful, in the saddest way. He had dirt smudged under each eye and white hair that was speckled with dark pieces of mud. The backpack had 1 package of trail mix. No 2. I remember now, it was 2. A bar of soap. A bottle of water. And a huge sweater that Noel's aunt knitted. It was striped. I remember that it was striped.
Noel does this every Monday after school on the second week of every month, and her aunt knits things. And her father pays for the other things. And then we deliver them to the homeless. Foster is on the next block with that pretty girl with the glasses. I don't want to say that it made me uncomfortable, but it did. I know that they dated and who knows.. maybe they still are dating. I'll just have to forget. I'll forget our kiss until he tells me not too. Foster hasn't said a word to me since the kiss. I hate not knowing.
"This is Scotty, Scotty became homeless after the war, he's a beautiful artist though."
Scott shook my hand. It was covered in grease but I didn't mind as much as I normally would. "Hello Scotty." Then I handed him his backpack. Noel told me about each person and I handed them their things. We soon got to the end of the block and watched as Foster and the beautiful glasses girl handed their last backpack. She laughed at something and Foster put his hand on her shoulder. It's just a shoulder. I'll be fine.
She was wearing overalls and a trenchcoat and somehow made it look like it wasn't tacky. It looked perfect. She looked perfect.
"Alright guys, Clint is calling me. Start walking down to that diner on main. I'll catch up." So we did. And I could hear the low murmur of her voice until I couldn't anymore. Foster and the girl walked side by side and didn't speak. I walked near the wall and replayed everything in my head. And the only thing that I could recall were Peter's lost eyes. I had never felt worse for one single person in my entire life.
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Darling & Foster
Teen Fiction"I would kill to be skinny," She would always cross her arms and say. So she did what she said, she went killing, but the only person she was killing, was herself. //COMPLETED//
