Bosco walked alongside the dimly lit street. Checking his watch his shift was almost over. Nearly 11 great, the thought to himself. He wished he had another hour to roam the streets. He hated going back to his apartment. Alone. Silent. It made him think. Thinking led to his painful childhood. He didn't want to go back to that. Faith stood across the street with TY and Sully arguing over a robbery a few blocks down. They 'were' on watch until they pulled up and scared the robbers away. It was a usual night I guess, Sully and TY chatting and Faith and Cruz giving each other nasty stares. If you ask me, they both have issues to resolve about each other. Cruz walked over to me probably to spite Faith. I know Faith thinks she's a bad influence on me but its better then being alone.
"The witch wanted me to tell you to get your ass in gear." She said sarcastically showing her bitter attitude. She was good at it, he had to admit. He could see how much she loved to get Faith angry. Faith hated when I hung out with her, she wouldn't admit it, but I know she does. I turned around to face her.
"Oh really. Did you just start taking orders from Faith." Bosco commented.
Cruz rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You know she hates when I make any contact with you what so ever." She smirked and turned her head to look at Faith and the others across the street. Faith stared at her sure enough. Not looking away once. TY and Sully looked right away. They, however, didn't want to get into the whole mess.
Bosco looked at Faith and then back to Cruz shaking his head. "She doesn't mean it Cruz."
"Yeah? That's why she took the first swing?" Cruz commented remembering the fist fight they had.
"You would have if you got the chance." He said and continued walking. Cruz followed beside him as the bitter January wind picked up. Bosco walked with his hands in his pockets.
"I'm surprised you're not jumping to leave." She said looking straight ahead.
"Well things have changed." Bosco stated. She turned and looked at him.
"Your past comes back to haunt you at night." Cruz said surely without question.
He looked at her, his face in a question mark. How does she know? We only talked about my parents a few times. "no.." He lied.
"Chico you suck at lying" She laughed and continued down the street.
"Fine." Bosco said.
"You're no fun anymore. Always letting me win." Cruz said with a tone of laughter. Everything was a game, a challenge, a competition to her. Staring, arguing, she was taught never to fall down first. She was out in the world to be challenged.
"Hey what can I say? You're too good for me now you know." Bosco laughed looking at her. She shook her head as they walked in silence. A few cars passed and when they turned the block they stopped.
"Are we ok Bosco?" Cruz asked out of the blue. Dumb question. She told herself. He turned and looked at her.
"We both said things that night that weren't true. Right?" He asked. When she nodded he continued. "Then yes. That was the past. We both know we can't live in the past." He added and begun walking back to the others his head low, with Cruz beside him. As they approached closer Bosco could feel Faith's heavy stares. He stopped across the street with Cruz. She headed to her car. "Ill see you tomorrow then."
"Tommorrow." She repeated with a nod and opened her door.
He begun walking across the street but then turned to Cruz. "Wait, Go see your sister Cruz." She gave him a puzzled look. "It the pain sometime." He said with a reassuring grin and turned back around heading back to Faith and the car. They were so much alike it scared him. Always regretting the past. He himself always thought about his mother and wished he hadn't said some of the things he did. Sometimes he would talk to her. Hell he would never let anyone know.
Cruz thought about it as she started the engine. Nodding to herself she drove away as Bosco entered the car with Faith.
"What took you so long?" She asked. He could sense her anger but unusually it didn't seem to both him.
"Nothing, I just had to tell her something that's all." He smiled to himself and then looked at her. "Lets go." Faith shrugged and sped away back to the station.
Cruz entered the small church a few blocks away from her prescient. Looking around she felt out of the place. Why should I be here? I don't belong. Putting her hands in her pockets to warm them up she headed back to the door but something stopped her. Turning back around, she saw a few people sitting along in the pews weeping. Some children prayed beside the adults almost in comfort. Cruz took a deep breath and sat in one near the back. Sitting back she looked down and thought about the sister she loved, The one that she took care of as a kid, the young one, the one who didn't deserve to die. A few tears formed in the corners of her dark eyes and she said her first prayer, one of love, one wishing peace upon her loved one. After a few minutes she got up and walked out slowly into the dark cold night. Thanks Bosco she thought a headed to her car.