Poke at my iris, why can't I cry about this?
Maybe there's something that I don't know?
We adopt a brand new language.
Communicate through pursed lips.
-Frightened Rabbit, Poke
_Chapter Four_
-------Max------
After smashing the bike into the sign, I stood there staring at the bent front wheel and lose handlebars. Grabbing the handle bars, I yanked them off. "Good weapon." I mumbled to myself as I hooked them onto my back pack.
My, already cut up, face had a gash above the eye to add to the little scratches from the trees, and my elbow was skinned.
Leaving the bike behind, I began walking towards Somerville.
Every once in a while a car would drive by, their headlights sending shadows through the woods. The town was coming into view now. Its brick sidewalks had very few people on them at this time.
A couple sat on a bench quietly whispering back and forth. As I kept walking I came up to a busy restaurant called "Mike's Harpoon". It looked like someone was having a birthday party in there.
Tired and hungry from the day, I stood there watching happy teens eat pizza. My stomach began to violently growl. Another car drove by and parked on the curb. After a few minutes of torturing myself by watching these people eat, I kept walking.
"Hey!" someone yelled. Surprised I turned around, to see the guy who's bike I stole angrily storming towards me. His friend had gone into the pizza place "You stole, then destroyed my bike!" he said as he came and stood in front of me.
He was taller than me, shaggy dark hair, dark blue eye, and mad. "I don't have your bike…" I said as I began walking away.
"But you have my handle bars." He said. I had forgot about those, and they were just hanging on my back pack.
"I need them." I said as I kept walking.
"Ha, you need them." He said in disbelief. "I need them…no I need a new bike." He was now walking beside me.
"Leave me alone." I said as I quickened my pace, he did the same. "Can I just have my handlebars back?" he asked.
"No…" I turned around and walked the other way catching him off guard. My stomach was still growling. Then I realized I hadn't eat in days. I was unconscious for three, and didn't eat the whole time I was at that creepy place, which was a day, and today I hadn't eaten.
"Look," He began. He was next to me again. "I'll make a deal with you. You give me my handle bars and I'll buy you some food." I stopped walking and looked at him.
Sighing, I pulled the handle bars from my back pack and handed them to him. He took me down the street to a place called "O'sullivain's and sons". The inside smelled like hamburgers and fries.
"It's my uncle's place so get whatever you want." He said. Leading me to a seat by the window, we sat down. "What happened to your eye?" He asked.
"Oh…I crashed your bike."
"I see." A waitress came up to take our order.
"Fagan, haven't seen you for a while." She said as she pulled out a note pad. He just smiled at her. "What can I get you guys?" She asked. He ordered for us.
We ate in silence. When we were done I grabbed my back pack and stood up. "Thanks for the food." I said and began walking away.
"Hey," he came up beside me as I pushed through the door. "What's your name?"
"Maximum." I replied.
"Your just leaving?"
"Yeah, we had a deal I gave you the handle bars you bought me food. Now I'm going."
"Where?"
"That way." I said pointing down the street.
"Why are those people looking for you?" He asked.
"Why do you ask so many questions? But if you must know, I'm not sure why they are after me."
"So they just randomly started following you?"
"Something like that, now if you don't mind, I have to go."
I left him there on the side walk, as I crossed the street and disappeared into an alley.
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