(NOTE): If you don't know who Michael Caesar is, I suggest you read the comics to familiarize yourself with his character before you proceed. If you know who he is, then you just wasted your time reading this lol enjoy^_^

It was a shiftless and oddly unorganized weekend for me. My weekends were often spent with excessive news watching, book studying, and extreme contemplating, but I decided to take a breather for a couple of days. I needed to take my mind off of everything that contributed to my depression. I was in need of someone's company. I didn't know many people. I wasn't exactly a very social person, unless I was forced to be, which wasn't very often. I took pleasure in the time I was allowed to indulge in solitude.

There were only three people in the neighborhood that I really knew on a personal level. There was Riley, Jazmine, and Caesar. Even though Jazmine was a really nice, sweet girl, I couldn't stand her presence. She asked too many frivolous questions and she never seemed to stop talking, and that really tried my patience. I knew she only meant well, and her efforts were always appreciated, but if anything, she would have only made my situation more blue. Right now, I just wanted to avoid adding more fuel to this fire.

Riley? I never even troubled myself with him. He was barely ever home. He stayed out in the streets being a breach of the peace, and even if he was home, its not like he would try and comfort me. He couldn't care less about me and my feelings or anyone else's in fact. The most he'd do was tell me it was my fault I was always down in the dumps. Which was true in many cases. Man, I hated when he was right.

That left one person. Caesar. I've known him for two years now. We met as I was walking home from school one day. He was new to the neighborhood and he stopped me and just started talking to me like he'd known me for years. We instantly became friends, and a few months down the road, best friends. Him and I were alike in many ways, so we've been told. The only thing that made us poles apart was the fact that he wasn't as downbeat as I was. He was always so damn exuberant. He seemed to find the joy in life no matter the situation. I will never understand how he does it.

A majority of the time he was my go to when I needed to talk and get back into my element. He always listened to me and spoke with words that were actually on topic. Talking to him was effortless, and he was just who I needed to call over.

I made my way downstairs to call him up. The house was strangely still and peaceful. I didn't hear the familar arguing or sounds of objects being thrown, so that meant Riley was out god only knew where. He was most probably off somewhere biting off more than he could chew with Ed and Rummy. I didn't approve of their friendship, and I never will. They were twice his age, and they were always out being a nuisance and they stayed in trouble with the laws. That's not something a 15 year old should be around. That's not the kind of influence he needed in his life. He was bad enough as it was. I used to do all I could to stop him from seeing them. From fighting him, to locking him in rooms, and closets. I used to warn him of the consequences that came with being a thug, but he didn't care. Nothing seemed to work, so I gave up. The boy was too damn determined. If he wanted to fly with the crows, he was going to get shot with the crows, and there was nothing I could do about it. Granddad didn't seem to have a problem with their friendship. I just thought he oversaw the issue at hand because he didn't want to be bothered by him all day, because anyone should be able to clearly see the problem with it. Granddad was just too lazy to deal with him, and I loathed him for that.

At one point I was offered a cellphone so I could text the few people that I knew, but I simply declined. I found texting to be very foolish and downright tedious. I'd rather call and get it over with than spend 5 minutes typing a sentence that could be said in less than 10 seconds. Some technology was futile and I wanted no part in it. I went to pick up the phone, but was startled by the voice of granddad. I swore he was sleep, or at least upstairs watching his secret porn stash that he had no idea I knew about.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

"I'm calling Caesar to come over"

"Boy, its late"

"Riley is out running the streets, but I cant have someone come over? Its just going to be for a little while granddad"

"Okay. Fine, but he better not come over here eating up all my food." I shook my head at his pettiness. He knew Caesar never came over and ate any of his food, unless it was offered to him, and most of the time he declined the offer. He just wanted to be childish and have the last word.

When he walked away, I picked up the phone and dialed his number.

"Hey, Caesar. Can you come over?"

"Hey. What for? Is it important? Because you know...its a long walk to your house"

"Have I ever called you over here if it wasn't important?"

"Uh...yes. Yes, you have. Remember that time you..."

"I didn't ask for examples. Just come over and quit being so difficult"

"Okay, Fine. Let me get dressed. See you in fifteen"

I hung up the phone and walked back upstairs. When I entered my room I plopped myself down on the bed. I was overwhelmed with all this undesired stress. I was way too young to hold such burdens, and it really was all my fault. I really hated when Riley was right. I closed my eyes and relaxed while Caesar made his way here. Well, I tried to the best of my ability to relax.

My eyes shot open and I gasped in shock when I heard my bedroom door open. He didn't put any excessive force on the door when he opened it, but it scared me all the same. It only seemed like I just closed my eyes. Fifteen minutes sure does fly by. I laid there and adjusted my eyes while Caesar walked through the door and showed off a lighthearted smile. That's something else about him. He was always smiling. It really bent me out of shape sometimes. I guess I envied his optimism at certain times.

"Soooo?"

"So what?"

"What did you call me over here for big guy?

"I just needed someone to talk to. I've been stressed out lately. I don't know why I let myself get like this"

"Well, tell me what's been bothering you"

"Everything"

"Everything? Damn Huey. I don't think I can help you with that one" I saw him laugh while he walked over to my computer chair. When he sat down he said something that caught my attention.

"Well...there is one thing I can do"

If they seemed out of character, I do apologize. I tried to the best of my best ability to keep them in contact with their characters, but it is not always a bad thing for the characters to be a little different.