The Planeteers - In Search Of Greatness

Part 1

The autumn leaves lay low in the chilly night, and the young feeble boy hunched even lower. Hugging his loosely tucked sweatshirt, he sprinted on toes, away from the lampshade. He seemed to have settled subconsciously to not to make any noise. His eyes darted, as he was nauseating in his own shadows, and only thing that was visible was the trickle of sweat from his brow. He listened cautiously, but wasn't sure if the sound that he heard was his own heartbeat.

'I need to move faster from these assholes. Don't want this to be my fucking last night'

He grimaced, while his mind tried to knock some sense into him . As his heart pounded in faster rhythm, his feet were doing the complete opposite. He staggered in zigzagged moves, towards the stoned walls that glistened even under the moonlight. He supported himself on the wall shifting the weight of the entire body into his palms. He stretched his neck out of the street as far as his hazed eyes could look. Everything in the scene was muddled; his head, his feet and the night.

The serene picture that held for a moment ,was suddenly broken with sounds of shoes screeching the tar road. This was accompanied by the muskier shadows of the youngsters who had been chasing him , from the bar on the third avenue, for eternity. Or, that is what it felt like to him.

The clouds on the moon bade goodbye allowing more light to fall on the floor of earth. It looked like the curtains had open, his act had to now instigate.

'I wish I could undo everything'

'Why is my life already flashing before my eyes? Why am I so drunk?'

The taste of alcohol still lingered on the tongue and he adjusted the armband that bit tighter into the olive skin. Any other day, he could have waded away the entire incident with the power he possessed over their hearts. But today, he was befuddled, and his core strength stood out only in defense.

'There he is. Rob! Move towards the main road and turn around. Geek, you go the other way.'

Voices perched on the other side of the street. Amazonian teenager couldn't judge the distance between him and his chasers, but he sure was aware of their intent.

The sounds of heels cackling began to come closer. Unable to think in his head, he let the spine of his make the decisions. He took a quick drift into a narrow road that had minimum light. He was habituated to the streets, but today they didn't seem familiar .

He took a deep breathe while he lost a step, and began to think of his very close friends. In all the confusion and vagueness of the chase, the feelings he had towards his friends were pretty vivid. One is never sure when you need them the most. He didn't understand why he thought of them, but he knew situation would have been different if there were still together. Like most of the relationships, geography and difference of opinions grew them apart.

He choked on his tears when he knew he could have summoned them together here, had he not been nearly stoned that night.

The reason to everything that was happening that night was because of the alcohol. The drunken moments, unnecessary words and a rogue chase around the town.