Lemons. The overbearing scent of rotting lemons was drowning Michael. Thinking back to before the year began; Michael could never have imagined himself in the situation he was in now. Never would he have thought that he would, could be friends with Gregory Winston. And, never did he think that he would follow another to Hell. But that's exactly what he was doing at that very moment. Michael Gheisbert was in a run down building tucked in downtown, on his way to fight knife bearing criminals because he was following the footsteps of Leroy Damien McHale.
But honestly he didn't mind. The long nose didn't regret accepting Leroy's invitation to friendship, nor did he regret keeping that friendship even if it meant including Greg in the circle. He especially didn't regret the fact that he was going out of his way, endangering his life even, to save a girl he barely knew, simply because Leroy was doing the same. And what Leroy did, was usually always right.
Well that sure was short. Eh well, I warned you in the first chapter didn't I? Terrible attention span, therefore, short chapters. Plus, this length is also being used for emphasis and suspense. Anyways, please review.