JD had been having a rough day. He finally unpacked his boxes of stuff he'd been procrastinating to do for so long. It was his first day of school, in a new school, in a new state, where he knew absolutely no one. It was the first day of the second semester, he spent his first semester in Ohio, a place and story he'd wish never to go nor talk about ever again. He knew he could never go back there, after the stunt he pulled, but that was beside the point. Plus he never wanted to go back there; if he ever did it would be for one reason. Revenge. On Her. 'Don't think about her, just make a bad day worse' he thought to himself as he rode along home on his bike.
School was the same; no one talked to him, looked at, or even noticed he was there. All he saw was stupid jocks and preps that could never comprehend the thoughts of a real person in all their pathetic worthless lives. He decided not to dwell on it, no point. But he did notice one person, while walking down the hall. He had black hair that cut off just before his shoulders, black blood shot eyes that shows he's been smoking something, a long trench coat, and chains around his neck. No one seemed to care or even notice his eyes anymore, as he laughed with his friends, that laughed echoed down the hall while a few people looked on, but for most, they were used to it. Everyone knew his name, his rep, his attitude and life style; at least they thought they did. No one could comprehend His true line of thought, not even JD, but he wouldn't find that out until later.
This guy's eye met JD's for a brief second; he studied JD like JD studied him, probably making his own little accusations just as JD did. He looked away, but JD held his stare on him, he was a bit different, not like anyone else at any other school. Then the bell rang, JD made a mental note of him, and then walked on to class. They looked at each other as they walked bye, each one knowing it was the other ones way of saying 'Hi.'
JD reached home, walked straight to his room, and fell on his bed. He looked at the ceiling, 'Jesus, am I fucking bored!' he thought to himself. He knew this town, whatever the shit name was, was better then Sherwood. 'But at least Sherwood had a damn Snappy Snack Shack.' The only thing this town was missing was that one place, he needed excitement. He opened his book and started to read, after two sentences he got bored and threw the book down. He put his hands on his face and moaned as he slide his hands down to his neck and rubbed the back before He got up and went outside on his bike, he might as well go in search for a Snappy Snack Shack, he might of missed one.
He rode around for a while, and then he got lost. 'Shit!' He thought. But still being a guy he wouldn't ask for directions anyway, so he rode around some more. It was about 9 when he stopped at a gas station finally to ask and fill up the bike. He had been riding around for four hours now. He went inside and got a packet of powdered doughnuts and some gum. He walked to the checkout counter and paid for these items, "Also, 10 bucks on #6 and how do you get to Swingline Rd?" The guy looked at him, then something caught his eye in the background, JD sighed and waited for his attention to come back to him. Then he heard a voice behind him.
"North Swingline or the South Swingline?"
JD turned, it was him. "Greetings and Salutations."

The guy from the hall, he stood there, head arched down but his eyes staring at JD's. He stood there, all his weight balancing on one foot, his hands hung loosely at his sides, but he was standing up straight. His trench coat went down to the back of his black mud stained boots, which were untied and loose, baggy black jeans, and a semi tight black tank. His skin looked whiter with all the dark clothing on, and a chain necklace with a star in a circle hung around his neck, one guess on what that color was. He had a dog collar bracelet on, you know black with silver spikes, and some others basically chains and beads and stuff. The very presence of him would scare the so call "normal" people, JD looked on to him as one looks on to his own kind.
Then JD went back to the question he asked and had to think. The guy looked at him, and before JD could finish thinking which way he lived the guy said, "Your new, huh?"
JD looked up, a bit flushed and said, "Yeah, that noticeable?"
The guy smiled, first guy in a while that he talked to that wasn't an asshole. The guy adjusted his weight to both feet and introduced himself. "I'm Shane Carver. What's your address, maybe I can figure it out by that." He didn't hold out to shake JD's hand or anything, just peered on, he straightened out his head so it was up, instead of finding this act as rude JD appreciated it, more in fact, he understood it.
"Its 482 Swingline Rd." Shane tossed his head back and thought while he looked into the Florissant bulbs on the ceiling at the 3rd rate gas station. Then he lunged his head back up as fast as he had down and said, "Yeah, that's south. You live by a blockbuster right?"
"Yeah. You know how to get there?"
Shane looked at him and smiled, "Yeah sure, I was heading up by there anyways. Could you give me a lift to the park on Kline? Its just a few miles away from Swingline." JD nodded, and Shane went to buy whatever he came in for as JD walked outside and filled his bike with how much gas 10 dollars can buy these days. JD was finishing up when Shane walked out. He stopped by the Harley and looked at it, JD lit a cig and got on. "Cool bike!" Shane was wide-eyed and for the first time showed enthusiasm, "Harley, 1989?" Shane stepped back a step and looked on, then his eyes looked at JD to answer his question.
"Yeah, just another perks from my Dad construction company." JD finished what he could have the cig before tossing it, as Shane got on behind JD. JD Started his bike when he realized he didn't know where to go, He looked at Shane threw the mirror. Shane knew what he was saying, "Take a right up here, go threw three lights, take a left, and then take a right on Grove, keep going till you reach Kline. Take a right on it and stop when you get to the parking lot of the park." JD nodded and rode off with Shane on back.
The whole trip was made in silence, not that anyone would want to talk over the noise of the engine. But even when no words where made they had a bond, they could almost feel the power of one another's thoughts in their own head. As JD pulled into the lot he noticed that nothing was there, well, there was a swing set, slide, and stuff at a distance but he knew Shane didn't come here for that.
Shane got off the bike and looked at JD, "Okay from here, you take a left, and follow until Morrow Ave, take a right. Keep going for maybe 2 or 3 miles, and you shall reach Swingline, you said 482, right?" JD nodded, "then you want to take a right. Is that all you need?"
"Yeah, but one thing. What are you doing here?" Shane laughed a bit to himself and answered,
"If you go back from the swings into the woods, like straight back, there is a little place my group gets together. Its like a 10, 15, min walk. You should come."
"What do you guys do?"
"Just, hang around, get stoned, we have a massive fucking bon fire going. What time is it?"
JD looked at his watch, it was about "9:45".
"Shit, no ones there." Shane looked around for a second then looked at JD "Well, do you want to come?" JD thought, he decided it was better then doing nothing at home.
"Yeah, why not?" Shane looked at him while he turned off his bike and got off. JD looked at him, and for the first time he didn't know what Shane was thinking.
"What's your name?" Then it struck JD, he never introduced himself, Shane didn't seem to mind though.
"Oh, dreadful etiquette I apologize. It's Jason Dean. Friends call me JD."
"Well, then, lets get going, JD." Shane said and walked off. JD followed and again silence. They didn't need words, it was beyond that. Like when you look at a painting and for the first time understand it, you mustn't ruin it with words. This was their first understood friendship, neither knew that the other was so alike them, but one day soon, they would find out.