A smile filled with pain seeks through a world of sorrow and shame-, chapter 2
"Oh shit sorry man. Hey, what's wrong?" the mysterious boy asked.
"Oh, uh, long story," she trailed off, and wiped her tears.
"Come on, I'll walk you home, then on the way there, you could tell me."
"Uh, I actually, don't have a home."
"Are you fucking serious?" he said getting more involved. "Oh, the name's Billie Joe. Your's?"
"Socrates. And yeah, I'm fucking dead serious," she said looking down. Billie Joe quickly got up, and held out his hand. She grabbed hold of it, and stood up. He was only a couple inches taller than her.
"Nice to meet you. Uh, so where do you like, live?"
"I live with a spolied brat, for a friend. I'm her mom's god kid. And tonight is my last night with them. I'm running away," her words full of confidence.
"Where you going? You can stay at my place."
"But we barely met. Plus, I don't wanna be a burden."
"Come on, we'll get to know each other," he said pulling ahold of her forearm.
"Are you sure? I mean, you don't-" she was cut off.
"But I want to. Please?" he said looking her in the eye. She heard more calls getting closer.
"Where do you live?" she asked fast.
"Over there -" he pointed and she pulled him and ran.
"What was that?" he asked as they ran.
"I'll tell you when we get to your place. Like I said... Long story." They ran around the back. She checked her watch 7:01am. They snuck in Billie Joe's room. Both sat on his bed.
"So uh, you gonna tell me the story?"
She told him everything, from her dad, to the year they're in now. She sunk her head down and just cried. He rubbed her back. "Don't cry. I know what it's like losing someone close. I lost my dad." She looked up at him. He wiped away her tears.
"Can uh, oh nevermind." She looked at him.
"Oh, yeah, be right back." He came back with blankets, and pillows.
"Yeah, thanks." As he made her the bed on the floor, she was looking round his room. She spotted a blue guitar. "You play?" Socrates asked.
"Oh, yeah. I'm thinking about started a band, when school starts."
"Cool. So uh. I'm gonna sleep now."
"Right, me too." He walked over to flick the switch, his room was dark now. He leaned over and turned on his lamp. She instantly fell asleep. He took Blue, and started playing.
"Oh, uh, long story," she trailed off, and wiped her tears.
"Come on, I'll walk you home, then on the way there, you could tell me."
"Uh, I actually, don't have a home."
"Are you fucking serious?" he said getting more involved. "Oh, the name's Billie Joe. Your's?"
"Socrates. And yeah, I'm fucking dead serious," she said looking down. Billie Joe quickly got up, and held out his hand. She grabbed hold of it, and stood up. He was only a couple inches taller than her.
"Nice to meet you. Uh, so where do you like, live?"
"I live with a spolied brat, for a friend. I'm her mom's god kid. And tonight is my last night with them. I'm running away," her words full of confidence.
"Where you going? You can stay at my place."
"But we barely met. Plus, I don't wanna be a burden."
"Come on, we'll get to know each other," he said pulling ahold of her forearm.
"Are you sure? I mean, you don't-" she was cut off.
"But I want to. Please?" he said looking her in the eye. She heard more calls getting closer.
"Where do you live?" she asked fast.
"Over there -" he pointed and she pulled him and ran.
"What was that?" he asked as they ran.
"I'll tell you when we get to your place. Like I said... Long story." They ran around the back. She checked her watch 7:01am. They snuck in Billie Joe's room. Both sat on his bed.
"So uh, you gonna tell me the story?"
She told him everything, from her dad, to the year they're in now. She sunk her head down and just cried. He rubbed her back. "Don't cry. I know what it's like losing someone close. I lost my dad." She looked up at him. He wiped away her tears.
"Can uh, oh nevermind." She looked at him.
"Oh, yeah, be right back." He came back with blankets, and pillows.
"Yeah, thanks." As he made her the bed on the floor, she was looking round his room. She spotted a blue guitar. "You play?" Socrates asked.
"Oh, yeah. I'm thinking about started a band, when school starts."
"Cool. So uh. I'm gonna sleep now."
"Right, me too." He walked over to flick the switch, his room was dark now. He leaned over and turned on his lamp. She instantly fell asleep. He took Blue, and started playing.
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