A place where angels fly. The words rang through his head. " Angels?" He furrowed his brow. Then he studied his mind. The jacket! " Angels fly, duh!"
The Angels Motorcycle shop. He knew that had to be it. He stumbled down the sidewalk in the direction he thought and hoped that it lied.
The shop was a multilevel one. The work area was the bottom floor and Twitty guessed someone lived upstairs. He felt kinda uncomfortable in the area. Surfer guys don't exactly fit in with rough necks. And these guys looked about as rough as they get.
One guy looked at him as he wiped his hands from his work. He nodded his head at Twitty, In what our young friend figured was the want to know what he wanted.
" Hi. Is Randy James here?"
" Yeah. On the roof. Ladder's outside,"
" Okay. Thanks man,"
He followed the instructions that were giving to him and went to find the fire escape ladder . There it was just on the right side, down and everything. He quickly scaled it and found her sitting there blowing smoke from her mouth.
" Randy?"
" Oh, you found me huh?" She said smiling.
" What are you doing up here?"
" Thinking. I used to always want to do this when I was younger, but I was to little when we lived out here and when we moved to Miami, we only had one floor and no way to the roof. So," Randy replied, " You wanna play a game?"
" I guess," Twitty said as he stumbled up the peak of the roof and sit right next to her. Very closely mind you.
" Its called matches," She said striking a match from a book right in their faces. She then stuck it in her mouth and held it with her teeth and blew smoke out the side of her mouth.
" No way. What's the point in it?" the boy asked.
" Just to be daring," the rebel girl answered.
" I think I'll pass," He said smiling and at the same time slipping.
" Twitty!" Randy said grabbing his hand and pulling him back up.
" I think we better get off of the roof. It doesn't like me much," Twitty said, slipping again.
" Yeah, lets get off the roof," Randy said down on his level and really near to his face and let off a little laugh of discomfort.
Later on, lets say a few minutes later, the duo were walking down the street. Randy with her fingertips in her front pockets slightly shuffling her feet and Twitty frantically kept fixing his hair.
"So how did you know where to find me?" Randy asked.
" Your jacket," Twitty replied
" Oh, duh. Excuse me, I blame the hair color you know," She said smiling, " Actually, I kinda thought that you would get it okay. I wanted to see you again too. I didn't have many friends in Florida. I thought that maybe that we could hit it off good. You do the music thing right?"
" Yeah," he said.
" Well, so do I. I write songs, the vocals. I sing too," Randy said with a wrinkle in her nose when she said the word too.
" Maybe you could show me that sometime," Twitty said playfully and trying hard to be all sexy like.
" Maybe," She said stopping in her tracks, " Oh, man, what time is it?"
" Oh, a little after four thirty, you taking medicine,"
" No, but I told my aunt that I would cook. You doing stuff this weekend?"
" I don't know. Louis may want to do something,"
"Well, find me if you want to do something, I'm sure I'll be around," She said turning on her heels. She took about a half of a step and then turned back and kissed him....... on the cheek very discretely.