Quinton B. James is an eccentric rebellious young man who finds himself in an awkward position when an old fling re-enters his life. While Quinton attempts to wrap his mind around the situation, he is also faced with other everyday life obstacles wi...
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We reached the Wendy's on Mission Boulevard in a few minutes and looked over the drive-thru menu as we waited to be greeted by the speaker box. I already knew what I wanted. I could feel the savory masterpiece beckoning to me. Steph peered over and picked a number.
"Hi, welcome to Wendy's. What can I get for you today," a cheeky feminine voice inquired. "Hi, can I get a number two medium combo and number four large combo," I replied.
"Sure! Can I get anything else for you?"
"No, that's it."
"Okay, that'll be $16.81 at the next window!"
I inched ahead and slid my furry red cheetah print wallet from my pocket. Steph offered to pay for his food but I insisted that I pay. If he were to wind up dead by the end of night, the least I could do was pay for his last meal. We reached the next window, where I exchanged my cash for the heavenly food with a pretty young lady. I thanked her kindly and pulled off.
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"Where you want to go now? Or do you want me to take you home or something," I politely asked. "To be honest, I'm not ready to go home yet," Steph replied in an almost devious tone. I shrugged my shoulders and made a U-turn. Since the night was still young, I decided to go check out another place I liked to visit.
In a swift ten minutes, we arrived at this colossal rustic building.
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I placed the car in park and stepped into the fresh night air. I admired the glittering stars as I waited for Steph to exit the vehicle.
"What the hell are we doing here," Steph inquired. He had a confused expression on his face and looked around to see if anybody was around.
"Just shut up and come on," I ordered. We walked up to the building and glanced at each other. I could see it in his face that he was uneasy. Who cares what he thinks. I let out a manic grin and in the blink of an eye I kicked the rotted planks of plywood in half.
"Yo what the fuck," Steph shrieked. He jumped back and clenched his bag of food. He can't be serious.
"Bruh, stop being a bitch," I barked. He looked pathetic in my eyes. You had the balls to talk hot shit about me behind my back but you can't ev- let me stop before I send this man to the moon.
"You aren't trying to kill me, are you?"
"No, Foolio! Now hurry up."
We proceed into the dank darkness. I switched on my phone light. The room was painted with graffiti and covered in thick ivy and foliage. I calmly made my way over to the corner of the room.
"What the hell is this place," Steph mumbled as he carefully observed the room.
"This was the City Center building, but this one earthquake came around and the government thought the building was gonna come tumblin' down so the left it," I quickly educated him. "This place has a lot of history wrapped around it. Anyways, this way please."
I gestured first him to follow me as I found the stairwell. We endured a grueling eight minute walk up five flight of stairs before reaching the sixth floor. We exited the stairwell and walked along the ominous hallway. He made sure to stay within two feet of me the whole trip and I could feel his hand grazing against my lower back every fifteen seconds. I didn't stop him, though.
