It had only been a week. A week since it all ended, and now it was starting again. It was a dark Tuesday night, I was riding my bike home from Charles' house when I heard the enormous BANG from the junkyard. I skidded to a stop, my heart thudding in my ears, listening. In the distance I heard the scrape of metal and a soft thud.
'It's back.' I didn't have to think about it, I just knew. I don't know how I knew, I just did. Shaking, I turned my bike around and headed in the opposite direction. Toward Cary's house. Thoughts chased each other furiously around my head, all fighting for my attention at once. I didn't know which one to focus on first, so I just ignored them all. I would talk to Cary about it. He would know what to do. I hoped.
I slammed on my brakes as I reached the outside of Cary's house. I jumped off my bike, flinging it to the ground, and raced around to the back of the house. I ran through the dark confidently, having made this trip plenty of times before. I grabbed onto the closest rungs of the ladder and hoisted myself up, scrambling up it madly. I threw myself onto the shingled overhang just under Cary's window. The lights were on, Cary was sitting at his desk rolling m-80s. I pounded on the window with the side of my fist.
Cary looked up from his m-80s and, seeing me, jumped up and bounded over to the window. He flung it open and stepped back giving me plenty of room to climb in. I jumped in, landing on my feet with a soft thud. Cary looked at me expectantly, knowing that I was here for a good reason.
"It's back." I said breathlessly. I looked up at Cary, who looked confused, but I was too out of breath to explain. After a long moment, the meaning of my words registered and a look of horror crossed his face. I watched at the color drained out of his face, his eyes wide.
"It's back? Are you sure?" He asked, sounding panicked, with good reason.
"Yeah man, I'm sure, I'm sure." I straightened up, turning, to face Cary. Still horror-stricken, he plopped down into the nearest chair, trying to comprehend what I had just told him.
"So that means..." He began, but couldn't finish. "That means..." He tried again. "Wait..." His face brightened, a giant smile taking it over, erasing every trace of horror. "Does that mean that there are gonna be more explosions? HELL YEAH!" He jumped up from his chair, in a fit of excitement, pumping his fist.
"CARY! This is SERIOUS!" I yelled, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't keep the grin off my face.
"Sorry man." Cary said thickly through his laughter. Just looking at him made me start laughing too, quickly forgetting my reason for the visit in the first place.
