Bosco entered the small room and sat down opposite me. I didn't really know what to do, or say. "Uh... Is he okay?"
"Yea. He needs some serious de-tox... but he's okay." He replied. I nodded.
"So." Bosco switched on a tape recorder. "We did bring you in for a reason. The owner of the hotel opposite that abandoned warehouse you were in has informed us of a disturbance in that area, as you know. Now, did you know anything about that?"
"No." I looked away and knew I was looking sort of nervous. "No. I really don't. I was just mucking around... y'know?"
Bosco looked at me cautiously. Crap. I hadn't done anything. But I looked red-handed. By this time I was shaking and my heart was beating so fast. I pushed my hair out of my face, and looked him in the eye. "I really haven't done anything." He looked at me, and then sat back. "Do you have a home to go to?"
"Yea... of course." I replied, sort of confused.
"Good. Get there, your parents will be worried."
He got up and opened the door. I left quickly.
I sat outside the station for a long time. I don't really know why. My mind was reeling. Wow... I thought... why can't I be more like that? I thought about how Bosco handled all of the situations I'd just seen him in. He was so calm, so focussed. He knew exactly what he was doing.
I looked up as I heard a familiar voice. "What are you still doing here?" It was Bosco.
"I... wanted to say something..." I said to him. He sat down on the bench next to me.
"What?"
"It's just... I've never seen anything like that before." I said nervously.
"Like what?" He replied, confused.
"Like that... with that guy with the gun. You were so calm, you knew exactly what you were doing... so fearless and-" I stopped, as I saw him shrug and look away.
I looked at the ground. "I just sorta wish I was more like that... I always feel like such a looser, I never seem to do anything right."
He smirked. "Let me guess. You're.. the type.. of person, who manages to get smart with the worst kind of people, jump into awkward situations, and..."
Wow. It was like he was reading my mind.
"... and panic, making things so much worse."
I looked at the ground. "Yea."
He sighed. I looked up to watch him walk away.
"Go home, kid." Was the last thing he said.
"Yea. He needs some serious de-tox... but he's okay." He replied. I nodded.
"So." Bosco switched on a tape recorder. "We did bring you in for a reason. The owner of the hotel opposite that abandoned warehouse you were in has informed us of a disturbance in that area, as you know. Now, did you know anything about that?"
"No." I looked away and knew I was looking sort of nervous. "No. I really don't. I was just mucking around... y'know?"
Bosco looked at me cautiously. Crap. I hadn't done anything. But I looked red-handed. By this time I was shaking and my heart was beating so fast. I pushed my hair out of my face, and looked him in the eye. "I really haven't done anything." He looked at me, and then sat back. "Do you have a home to go to?"
"Yea... of course." I replied, sort of confused.
"Good. Get there, your parents will be worried."
He got up and opened the door. I left quickly.
I sat outside the station for a long time. I don't really know why. My mind was reeling. Wow... I thought... why can't I be more like that? I thought about how Bosco handled all of the situations I'd just seen him in. He was so calm, so focussed. He knew exactly what he was doing.
I looked up as I heard a familiar voice. "What are you still doing here?" It was Bosco.
"I... wanted to say something..." I said to him. He sat down on the bench next to me.
"What?"
"It's just... I've never seen anything like that before." I said nervously.
"Like what?" He replied, confused.
"Like that... with that guy with the gun. You were so calm, you knew exactly what you were doing... so fearless and-" I stopped, as I saw him shrug and look away.
I looked at the ground. "I just sorta wish I was more like that... I always feel like such a looser, I never seem to do anything right."
He smirked. "Let me guess. You're.. the type.. of person, who manages to get smart with the worst kind of people, jump into awkward situations, and..."
Wow. It was like he was reading my mind.
"... and panic, making things so much worse."
I looked at the ground. "Yea."
He sighed. I looked up to watch him walk away.
"Go home, kid." Was the last thing he said.