Just Run To You
Rated R for language (it's bleeped out), violence, drug usage, sexuality, and implied sexual contact and drug use with young teens
Disclaimer : I'll say it once. I don't own Sands or any OUATIM characters. I do own the context of the story, though.
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June 12, 1980
A little boy with long, dark brown hair had been minding his own business. He was riding his bike through the trashy neighborhood in which he called his home. His life was that of a normal kid in his hometown of Springfield, Illinois. It may have been the capital of the state, but it had its dark side as well. The boy just happened to live in that dark side.
The neighborhood was something of a normal neighborhood in the outskirts of a city. Everyone on the street knew each other and most were friends. But something was different that day. Three months back, an old lady had died at 637 W. Oak Street. Her son was a big real estate man, and had put the house up for sale. While the boy was riding, he happened to glance and see a little girl sitting on the sidewalk close to a moving truck. He rode up to her.
"Do you believe in love?" The boy asked out of nowhere. The girl looked up at him. She looked to be a bit younger than him, but not by much.
"My mom says don't make love until marriage," the girl replied, softly. The boy laughed.
"That's sex, stupid," the boy laughed. He couldn't believe how dense this girl was, or seemed to be after speaking one sentence.
"That's what?" She asked. The boy rolled his eyes. Kids grow up too slow these days, he thought.
"Never mind. You'll find out eventually," the boy replied, "You wanna come with me?"
"Where?" The girl asked. He looked around the neighborhood and motioned around.
"Wherever. I'm sure I can fit two people on my bike," the boy boasted, knowing it could be dangerous. The girl stood up.
"My name is Jessica. Who are you?" She told him. The boy smiled, his eyes smiling along with his lips.
"Sheldon," he replied, "Get on, Jessica." She did.
Rated R for language (it's bleeped out), violence, drug usage, sexuality, and implied sexual contact and drug use with young teens
Disclaimer : I'll say it once. I don't own Sands or any OUATIM characters. I do own the context of the story, though.
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June 12, 1980
A little boy with long, dark brown hair had been minding his own business. He was riding his bike through the trashy neighborhood in which he called his home. His life was that of a normal kid in his hometown of Springfield, Illinois. It may have been the capital of the state, but it had its dark side as well. The boy just happened to live in that dark side.
The neighborhood was something of a normal neighborhood in the outskirts of a city. Everyone on the street knew each other and most were friends. But something was different that day. Three months back, an old lady had died at 637 W. Oak Street. Her son was a big real estate man, and had put the house up for sale. While the boy was riding, he happened to glance and see a little girl sitting on the sidewalk close to a moving truck. He rode up to her.
"Do you believe in love?" The boy asked out of nowhere. The girl looked up at him. She looked to be a bit younger than him, but not by much.
"My mom says don't make love until marriage," the girl replied, softly. The boy laughed.
"That's sex, stupid," the boy laughed. He couldn't believe how dense this girl was, or seemed to be after speaking one sentence.
"That's what?" She asked. The boy rolled his eyes. Kids grow up too slow these days, he thought.
"Never mind. You'll find out eventually," the boy replied, "You wanna come with me?"
"Where?" The girl asked. He looked around the neighborhood and motioned around.
"Wherever. I'm sure I can fit two people on my bike," the boy boasted, knowing it could be dangerous. The girl stood up.
"My name is Jessica. Who are you?" She told him. The boy smiled, his eyes smiling along with his lips.
"Sheldon," he replied, "Get on, Jessica." She did.