You walk slowly down the street. You can hear the voices, see the faces. Useless, stupid, dumb. You'll show them what you can do. Your phone beeps and you regretfully pull it out of your pocket. It's Teddy. She's apologising, asking where you are and begging for you to come home. A tear falls down your face and you need to stop this before you produce a waterfall from your eyes. You toss your phone into the lake; better there than anywhere else. Your trainers crunch on the rough pavement making a eerie sound in the silent air. Within every step you wish you could go back. Back to the save, your family and Emmett. He would know exactly what to say to cheer you up. But he's miles away and right now can only dream of speaking to you again. No destination or direction and nobody to guide you, what were you thinking? But your PJ Duncan. You don't plan, you're stupid.
You can recall the last thing that tipped you over the edge, even though you wanna forget it till it never happened. It was Skylar. You and her had been arguing since her birthday two months ago but your mum said that the ship of love was a dangerous one but ours hadn't quite sunk yet. Well, Skylar obviously didn't think so. It was yesterday, the day that you proposed. She had been lecturing you on how you never take her anywhere and you thought what more of a perfect moment than now to pop the question. Didn't go so well. She crushed the ring and said you never plan and you're stupid, clueless. She grabbed Charlie in her cute party hat and disappeared. Half of you is looking for her and the other half is running away from her. You try to erase that scene from your memory. Failed.
You find a rusty park bench to sleep on as you figure you wont be able to do much better. You're so thoughtful that you don't realise the teenage boy who had decided to take up most of the bench.
"You don't mind, mate?"
You to tired to care. You give him a nod in response even though it's a massive inconvenience. If you were yourself you'd be impressed. Stupid PJ doesn't say words like that. He hands you his coffee and you reckon he's alright. It'd still be a lot better if he went and parked his butt somewhere else, still you are bitter today. An awkward silence falls and the generous but annoying stranger is the first one to break the silence.
"So, how are you today?"
You can tell that he isn't the smartest either. You are in scruffs and have a sack of old clothes and food. You look tired and dirty, deprived and moneyless. He has a skateboard in one hand and a iPhone in the other. He's wearing expensive designer clothing and he has leather trainers.
"All good thanks." is your response.
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