It was your typical hot, humid day in the cookie-cutter suburb in the outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada. Charley, your typical teenage boy was in the process of trying to repair a minor issue involving his motorcycle to no avail.
While doing so however, he couldn't help but hear his mother bitch about the dumpster next store. To her it was an eyesore, to her son she just appeared as a harried woman with too much time on her hands.
Charley abandons the bike altogether when noticing his crush Amy and her friends drive by. He gives a cockeyed little smile and waves.
"Hey Charley..hey misses B"
She said as the mother turns around to face them.
"Well hey girls, how are you?"
His mother asks and brushes a strand of blond hair from her face. "We're good" the girl replies and turns her attention back on Charley.
"Need a lift?"
She asks rather impishly, still resting her left arm on the side out the window. The boy nods but then discovers she was playing him and drove off, "wow, and to think I actually liked that girl, whatta bitch"
Charley muttered to himself somewhat disgusted before pecking his mom on the cheek goodbye and hoofed it to school. Seeing as blondzilla couldn't be bothered he had to find an alternative.
Charley noticed during roll call one of the student's in his third period calculus class was absent. This, of course to him, was nothing to be alarmed over. Though, anyone try telling his childhood friend Ed that.
While in the hallway he's rushed by Ed. Looking every bit your stereotypical dork. The wire rim glasses, the hair and what looked to have been some kind of off based Star Trek shirt.
"Dude, that kid Dave that's missing, I think a vampire got'im"
Upon hearing this Charley couldn't help but chuckle. There was no chance in hell he was believing any of this fictitious spiel derived from the mind of someone lost in his own little fantasy world.
"A vampire?.. Ed, you're shittin' me"
As it was becoming dusk when Charley arrived home it was to his surprise to see a rugged, dark haired man kneeled down momentarily to help his mother with the sprinkler system.
"Oh, and Jerry, this' my son Charley"
Jane said to man as he'd gotten to his feet and turned to address the teen. His white wife- beater showing a bit of dirt. There was something about this man that was unsettling, he didn't know what exactly.
"Ah Charley, so your ma says you like sports huh?"
As he did with Amy he nods a response.
"Yeah, they're alright."
Charley finally chokes a verbal reply. He learns this Jerry fellow was their new neighbor, of all the shit luck.
Also noting that the dumpster that had been the bane of his mother's existence for the past 3 weeks or so was finally removed from the neighboring lawn.
While he played along he received a text from Ed that was his saving grace. Shoving the cell in his side pocket he once again was on foot headed towards his friend's direction.
"Whoa Charley, off so soon?..we just became acquainted"
His voice sending shivers down the young man's spin.
"Just make sure you're back by dinner"
Jane casually requests as he was already semi- past the neighboring house to his right. While keeping steady pace he looks back to see Jerry donning a creepy half smile and eyeing him rather deviously.
He quickly reverts back to keeping his focus ahead of him. "Don't look back" he whispers in a chant to himself.. "Don't look back" .
