The Ruins of Our Lives Chapter 13

Randy's POV

'Officer, it's not me that you want, it's him' the man in the truck said.

'What do you mean? What the hell are you talking about? I ask. Okay, maybe scream, as opposed to ask.

'Him, or her, in the back seat of your Mustang' the man in the truck responds.

At this, the officer, the truck driver, and I peer in the back of the Mustang.

Sure enough, crouched down behind the driver's seat is a human being, holding a rather large and sharp looking knife. I gulp when I realize what this man's intentions were.

'What's your name?' demands the still nameless (to me) officer.

'Clark Hall' answers the figure.

The officer then proceeds to place the man under arrest, handcuffs him, and (rather harshly, which is just jim dandy with me) places him in the back seat of the police cruiser.

'So, how did you know about the man in the back of my car?' I ask, perhaps a little more suspiciously than necessary.

'I saw the man crawl in there at the gas station, and you got in your car before I could warn you about him. So I decided the only thing to do was follow you' explains the man.

'And blind the crap out of me' I finish for the man.

'No, see, every time that man rose up to try to stab you, I put on my highbeams so he would crouch back down. See, I really wasn't trying to blind you' the man says.

'Well, thank you' I say to the man, standing by his truck, 'and thank you Officer...' I finish, directing this one towards the officer.

'Oh, I'm sorry. In all the confusion, I forgot to introduce my self. I'm Wilfred Wilson' the officer, Wilfred, introduces himself.

'Are you by chance related to Wilson Wilson?' I ask before I realize my error.

'Yes, he's my second cousin, once removed' Wilfred says, giving me a confused look.

'So, do you have a place to stay tonight?' asks Wilfred after a few awkward moments of glaring silence.

'Yeah, in downtown LA' I answer, gesturing with a thumb towards the general direction of my apartment.

'That's a little far off. Why don't you just stay here for the night, and then you can go back home tomorrow morning' offers Wilfred. I start to refuse, but then realize that he's not giving me a choice.

Dammit, I don't want Wilson to find out where I'm at then let it slip to mom.

'Sure' I say after taking a deep breath.

'So how do you know Cousin Wilson?' Wilfred asks once inside.

'I used to live next door to him. But, listen, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell him about me being here' I say, hoping Wilfred and his wife, Goldie, won't ask for more details. They don't, thank God.

'Well, I have to be getting to work now, but if you need anything, just let Goldie know, and she'll get it for you if we have it' Wilfred tells me.

'Okay' I say while watching Wilfred walk down the long elegant hallway that I walked through a few minutes earlier.

'Can I get you something to eat, or maybe a glass of water?' asks Goldie.

'Could I get an aspirin and a glass of water, if it's not too much trouble?' I ask, my tone sounding like that of a small child who has snuck out of bed and is asking for a glass of water. I hate to sound like that. Especially now a days when I ask something of someone. Maybe I should try practicing sounding more adult when I ask for pain medication and liquid sustenance.

'No problem. Now, Taylor' Goldie says, addressing me by my alias 'you can sleep in the master bedroom, and I'll take the couch'.

'Oh, I wouldn't want to put anyone out' I say.

'No, don't worry about it. The couch is kind of lumpy to sleep on, but it won't matter with me because I'm a deep sleeper' Goldie says. I can tell that it has already been decided that I will be sleeping in Goldie and Wilfred's bed, and Goldie will be sleeping on the couch.

Mark's POV

Boston is one very interesting city indeed.

Here, people don't "park" their "car", they "pahk" their "cah". I hope I'm not here long enough to start talking like that. I think I'll shoot my self if I ever do. Thank God Willie doesn't talk like that though.

Boston schools are quite interesting as well.

The other day,a teacher told everyone in the class to shut the hell up. (And honestly, he was the one making the most noise out of anyone, but did we tell him to shut the hell up?, no, we didn't).

Right now I'm sitting at home watching this fairly new show called Dharma and Greg. I wasn't too sure about it at first, but it's actually not half bad.

Jill's POV

What a horrible mother I am.

That is the one thought that refuses to leave my brain ever since the day I woke up and Mark and Randy were gone.

Oh sure, Wilson says that I'm not a bad mother, that I simply let the alcohol get the best of me. I think in this case though, I took a drink, the drink took a drink, then the entire Goddamn bottle took me.

I mean, yeah, so what, I've been sober for 34 days now. It still doesn't bring Randy and Mark back.

God, I know you're not all that big on making deals, but if you would just let me be able to find Mark and Randy some way, some how, I swear...well to you, that I'd be a much better mother than what I have been the past two years.

I've got to stop thinking about this, otherwise that'll be the next thing holding me captive in my own life. Maybe I'll look through the TV Guide and see if anything's on tonight.

Huh. This is interesting. There's an ad here for a new show coming next fall.

Apparently Jonathan Taylor Thomas is executive producing and starring in a new sitcom for ABC. All it says is "This yet to be titled sitcom is about two metrosexual friends who live in St. Louis, Missouri and their journeys through everyday life". I have no idea what the word "metrosexual" means, but it sounds interesting. I wish I could let Randy know about this. He always has been a huge Jonathan Taylor Thomas fan. (I think I'm the only one who never considered that to sound gay. I mean, I like Janis Joplin's music, does that make me gay?). He saw Tom and Huck nine times in theaters when it first came out.

A/N: First off, I'm sorry that it has taken me 16 days to update this story. I meant to update this on the 18th, and even went so far as to write the chapter. Then that same day, my laptop died before I could get the chapter uploaded on to . Then later on that evening, my grandmother passed away, so I haven't really had the time or desire to rewrite this chapter up until now. So, to whoever it is out there that is jinxing me, you can stop now, you have succeeded.

Now, before I am bombarded with dictionaries, yes, "metrosexual" is a real word. If it isn't, then tough, because I'm going to use it anyways. I actually picked that word up from reading an article by a now retired humor columnist, Dave Barry. It means: A young, heterosexual male, who dresses nicely, and is well groomed.

Please R&R if you want more of this story. (And I swear that I'll try to have it up sooner than what these past couple of chapters have been).

Thanks for reading, and once again, I apologize about the extremely long delay between updates.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor