It was 6:00 in the morning ed woke up and ran down the steps.

"gin wake up" he sounded overly excited which was unusual for him

"what do you want" gin was still tired he usually didn't wake until at least noon

"come on wake up we have to go catch a plane"gin stared closely at ed.

The way his eyes sparkled when he was happy. How his smile could look so flirtatious at time.

He looked hot. He had to admit it his friend was sexy. He could admit that ,right?

I mean, doesn't everybody think their friend is hot...

it's not like your going to admit how ugly you friend is...right. Gin couldn't handle these thought right now it was too early to be thinking that hard.

"ed the plane doesn't leaver until 8:00 tonight get your ass back to bed" gin rolled over and went back to sleep on the couch

ed was slightly hurt by his friends,uneagerness (I don't think thats a word) but who could blame him, ed didn't even understand why the hell he was so excited his self. But when he got back to his room he realized he couldn't sleep he lied in bed and thought about what will come. He wondered what his dad was like now he hadn't seen him since he turned 15, so its been a while. Why didn't his dad ever call him until now. Did he even miss him? Did he ever miss him? Ed had almost forgot what his father looked like his grandpa had moved most of the picture ed brought with him to the attic. Ed need to be reminded of what he looked like though. He glanced at the clock, it was 10:28. he got up out the bed and made his way to the attic. It was just about the dustiest room in the house since nobody ever comes up here. He say a small torn up card board box in the corner it had his name on it. He sat on his knees and tore open the box. Their it was,his father. It was a spitting image of ed red hair green eyes ,strong cheek bones and all only different was his dad had a slight beard. Ed couldn't grow on for his life as much as he tried. He looked some more though the photos he saw pictures of him playing baseball,learning how to ride a bike, baby pictures and shit. But there was this one picture that really stuck out it was a picture of his mom, dad and some blond man. He inwardly chuckled inside remembering how happy his family was. He stared at the picture for a little bit and began to cry. He missed his mother she had died when he was 6 years old. Murdered. He stared at the other man in the picture he looked so familiar like he knew him from somewhere but he couldn't quite put hi finger on it. He heard foot step from down stairs and and slightly smelt the fumes of freshly imported punche Cuban imported cigars. He stuffed the picture in his pocket, closed the box and rushed down the steps. Before his grandpa noticed he was even awake. By now it was about 12:00 noon. Gin was just waking up.

"wassup man" ed said casually wiping the last of the tears from his eyes