I was walking along the bridge, the special bridge where I walk along everyday, just listening to the roaring rapids crash into each other. I sigh and keep walking, until I heard a loud honk and the sound of a car trying to stop. I scream when I see the car was headed straight for me. Luckily, they miss me by a centimeter, zooming past me making my hair blow to the left. They quickly got out of the car an ran towards me. It was a boy around my age. He had blond hair and warm brown eyes. He was wearing skinny jeans that were only ripped at the knee, an AC DC muscle shirt, and all black converse. I turn around and keep walking like I never saw him.
"Hey, watch where your going! You almost scratched my truck!" He screams as he catches up with me.
I swing around to face him. "Are you fucking serious? Don't forget that you almost ran me over!" When I'm done ranting, I realized he was smirking the whole time. "That's not funny," I cross my arms over my chest.
"I was just kidding, babe. Calm down. Sorry for almost running you over. I should probably get my license soon." He runs his fingers through his already messy hair.
"I roll my eyes and proceed walking but he finds a way to catch up.
"Allow me to give you a ride home."
"Yes, because I'm stupid enough to get in a car with the stranger that almost ran me over, who doesn't have a license." I can even taste the sarcasm on my voice. I don't look at him though. I don't stop either.
"Then I guess I'm walking you home." He locked his car with the lock button on his keys and keeps walking with me. "And while we are walking, we can become friends." I let out a dry laugh and shook my head. "My name is Austin Monica Moon. I'm 17. My mom is in jail, still married to my dad, who is cheating on her. My younger sister is a drug addict and my older sister is s stripper because my dad is too busy fucking to pay bills. That's my perfect life. How about you?"
"I felt a bit on sympathy for this kid but I brushed it off anyway. "My name is Ally Dawson. I'm 16. My little brother was hit by a car and he died when he was six. My mom jumped off that bridge we were just wanted on and drowned two months after he died. My dad is constantly working day and night at a liquor store to keep us alive. My older sister is missing with her boyfriend, and she has been for several months now." I never cry when I tell people that story because I have never told it. I've always kept my life story to myself. I never had the need to tell it, but there's something about this boy that just makes me want to share everything with him.
"I'm really sorry about that. That must be har-"
"It not." I harshly say before he could finish that last word.
"Whatever you say." He raises his hands in defeat.
" The next fifteen minutes to my house were quiet. I lived really close to the bridge, which is why I walk there everyday.
"Is this where you live?" He chuckles as we approach my front door.
"Yes, is there a problem?" I asked an rolled my eyes.
"Not at all. It's just I live right there," he points to his house which is right next to mine, "and our windows are right by each other."
"Oh, right. Your the kid who lays on his bed all day with his rock music blaring." Its true. That's all he does all way.
"Well, that's like the only way to block out my dad's and 'girlfriend's' moans." I laugh at his disgusted face. "Do get a kiss goodnight?"
"Of course. Close your eyes." He closes his eyes and sticks his lips outs. I run inside and close the door.
"I don't know how but I made my way upstairs into my bathroom. I examined myself in the mirror. I had a nose stud, tongue, and eyebrow piercings. My shoulder length curly hair is brown with red streaks. I'm wearing black jeans, a shirt with a skeleton and crossed bones, and black vans. Gosh, I'm an ugly child. I walk to my room and I hear a banging on the window. I open it to find Austin sitting on his window pane.
"Well, hello, lovely." He smirks while I climb onto my window seat.
"I see you missed me already." I wink at him as I steady myself into a comfortable position.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you the whole way up here."
"What are you going to do about your car?"
"Its not mine." He shrugs. I just give him a confused look. "Whoever it was parked their car outside my house and were stupid enough to leave an extra pair of keys in their glove box. You can add up the pieces from their babe."