N/A: Sorry for the lack of updates, I know it's been a while.
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He finally directed himself to the diner to meet his uncle.
In his walk to Luke's he couldn't stop thinking about the curious girl he had just met.
She seemed smart, he thought, really different from the girls he knew in New York; they were bimbos and had no brains, they were just something to have fun with, like when you buy a kid some knew toy, he kept playing with them until he eventually got tired and moved on to the next one.
He didn't know anyone interesting enough to change things, so his relationships were always the same, he kept getting in to their paints, feeling empty, than tired and than leaving.
It was a vicious circle.
When he got too annoyed with the slut of the day he found comfort in other things like drinking, what leaded him to get into trouble, fighting and eventually some nights in jail.
The thing was, he didn't need all of this, he knew he was smart, even smarter than most boys his own age, and he knew that if he tried he could become whatever he wanted. He could get a great job and even get a place in some fancy college. He knew it all, but he simply didn't want to give his mother that satisfaction.
To hurt his mother the way she had hurt him, to be a disappointment, a failure, he kept dragging himself down, not realizing that the one person victimized by all this was himself.
He stopped at the front door of the diner.
He looked around; the streets were empty.
Thru the glasses he noticed a slim guy trying to sell some buttons, he couldn't read what was printed on them. He also saw a big woman pinching some guy half her age on the butt and a man he recognized as his uncle, dressed in a flannel shirt, with a baseball cap on arguing with a half-bold one.
His uncle seemed really annoyed.
He realized he hadn't seen Luke since he was a young boy, seven years old or something.
"I'm in hell." He whispered dryly to himself, taking a deep breath, turning the door handle and walking in to the diner.
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The bell above the diner's door rang.
He found himself been stared at by everyone.
Luke finally realized his nephew's presence and turned his gaze towards him.
They stayed like that for a while, neither knowing what to say. He thought he should start with the basics: "Uncle Luke! Long time no see." He said faking enthusiasm.
"Hun, hello Jess. It's been a while." Luke said uncomfortably.
"So…" He really didn't know what to say, not that he was a big of a talker either, but he was feeling quite dislocated.
"Do you want to take your stuff upstairs?" His uncle asked him.
"Yeah, sure." He affirmed.
"Ok. Go on and I'll be there in a minute." Luke said pointing the stairs.
"Okey dokey."
Luke watched his nephew before heading upstairs himself: "Well, this should be interesting."
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N/A: I know it's a bit on the short side but this is more of a building chapter to the story. Hope you guys like it! Please review!