Michael Unexpected Romances

A New Gang Member

No one's pov

The boy traced his foot along the lines of the paving stones out of boredom.It had been a week since he'd had more than one drag.'God please have mercy on me,just let one person give me more than one drag,' He snapped looking up at the black sky in anguish.
The boy had on a dark blue hoodie and black tight jeans that hugged his hips just right.Blonde hair waved in the wind and piercing blue eyes that puts the sea to shame.'GOD DAMN IT,' he shreeked.He had nothing,the only thing to keep him sane was drugs.

'Need some help,'Laughed a nearby, suttle voice.The boy looked around desperately hoping the voice had some type of drug.Seeing nothing,he let out an angered huff and carried on walking his way down the paved but slightly cobbled street.

'I know where you can get crack,'said a creepy but weirdly hypnotic voice.
The boy stopped on his tracks now knowing this was no longer a figure of his imagination,this voice was real!
Trying to hide his fear,the boy turned around cautiously.Suddenly all he wanted was to be at home.'What have I gotten myself into,' he said to himself.

'Where,'said the boy trying to hide the shaking in his voice.The boy soon came face to face with a extremely tall, intimidating middle aged man wearing a trench coat it looked like.
The outfit did not suit him at all the tench coat went down only a few inches below his hip.The shoes he was wearing did not work well with his whole intimating facade.Not even one hair on his head could be seen it was covered by a top hat that made him look like he had just jumped out of a time machine.

The man was extremely out of the ordinary.

'Come with me,' said the man.

The blonde haired boy didn't even question it,he knew a dealer when he saw one.

They walked down the street in silence occasionally the blonde giving the man questioning looks.'Why are you doing this for me,' he said awkwardly.
The man said nothing,they continued to treck down the once looked small but now dragged through most of the village street.
'Well at least tell me something,'He huffed frustratedly.
'They call me the top hat man,because of this,'He said lifted his top hat off his head that was surprisingly covered with very shiny dark brown locks and popping it back on again.

They finally came to a stop at a weird looking shack.The boy slightly tilted his head trying to see if he could figure it out.
'Its a shack,not a person you can't just look at it and see their deepest darkest desires and fears behind their fake smiles,' snapped the top hat man.

They continued to speed towards the shack until they were at arms length of it.It looked worse close up,moss and dirt climbed the walls and insolation clouded the windows and any open space.
'Whats your name boy,'said the top hat man,messing with his hat.
'Where's the drugs,'he said giving the man a hard stare.
'Wow,you are so desperate for drugs that you followed a 50 year old man all the way to his house,' laughed the top hat man.
Soon the boy began to feel even more cautious than he had before.
'Just tell me where the drugs are,'the blonde snarled, surprising himself and the man.
'You look way too young to be messing around with drugs, but that is why I brought you here,'laughed the top hat man.

'What's your name',he said once again, this time with more authority.
The boy looked up at the man knowing he probably wouldn't be able to get away with hiding his name any longer. 'Jonathan,sir'.
'Well Jonathan, maybe you'll fit in more with these boys,' said the man putting his gloves hand on the door and shoving it open with a creek.

'Stand guard, it might be the cops,'a voice bellowed from the shadows. I heard shuffling from behind me,making me automatically turn around.

All of a sudden I felt a tight grip on my wrist making me wince.I was pulled into the light.'Your on the wrong side of the road,boy,this place ain't meant for you,' said a rough voice.