𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘: 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

Me and Johnny were on our way home, Joel was there as well— It became a routine.

Home.

   —It was further than most kids walked, Probably because we couldn't afford to attend Borgia, where we'd lived closer to than Reed. 

On fridays like tonight, sometime we'd go to Grant beach park with the cartel. We'd fool around, and scare some little kids.
—Once, King tried to throw this little boy in a pool, mid november. It was only half funny, but after you hear Princess, or even Danny's laugh; you'd laugh too.

I'd hid in my room often, I didn't like the idea of being with Johnny and Joel everyday. So, There I was, Hiding.
Hiding until a timid knock struck my door,

"Let me in, Kiddo."Johnny's voice was rough and round— a nervous tone rolled off his tongue.

   "Doors open." I perched up from the side of the frame,

   "I have some news." Johnny was leaning off the doorframe by now.

"Johnny?"

"What is it, kid?" Johnny always called me kid— as if I wasn't a teenager.

"Your sure your gonna go to college?"

Johnny winced and looked around, releasing a timid sigh.

"Hell, would I know, kid." He sauntered to the side of the bed, and sat next to me, his hands conjoined— he was nervous.

"I think Im. . ."    
   He paused, something about his words and tone nerved me.

"I think I'm going to drop out, you know. Don't take a word I say for advice, T."
   Johnny's voice was somber and soft now, usually it was hard.

"Your what?" I arose from the bedside,

He grinned nervously, his teeth were crazy straight.
Something I loved about my brother; Johnny Armstrong, he looked rough and tuff but sometimes, he'd play the clown. But, he was this leader figure, we all looked up to him. . . Maybe even Tommy King. But he was too quiet with his hoodwinking.

He winced again, like his back was broken or something— Or like he was a heavy smoker, which he was.

"Talk another night, savvy?"
Johnny sounded down, it brought this weight on my shoulders.
It was cold now, and a sprite wave shimmered through my spine.
—He slapped the doorframe, and switched around.

"Also, expect the boys over tonight, we're fixing to run around."

"Yeah, uh-huh." I slapped my hoodie pockets, and threw myself back. I fixed my eyes on the cream ceiling, this time I stared for too long.