Where Will We All Go When It's Too Late, chapter 3
"Guys", I said, receiving two big sandwiches. "I don't even know you, and... and you just saved me!"
All three grinned.
"We told you!" yelled Tré. "It's okay, I mean... maybe if you were 60 we wouldn't care, but when you're a... almost a kid, a youth, you do have whole life up ahead!"
That made me warm inside, and I smiled.
"Thanks." Cough, cough. Damn.
Mike delivered me some coke, saying that the shop had "bad offers for sale."
"Where will you guys go later?" I asked, drinking a gulp of the coke. Ahh. Yummy. It had been ages since I drank coke.
"Later?"
"When you're not here any longer."
"We won't leave you, we can't", promised Billie. "We can't. We can't send you home... first, we must look at you arms. I'm sure there's a first aid kit in the car... and we must get you somewhere to go. Think about it."
I nodded, and started to look around me for the first time. I felt pretty cool, sitting with famous guys and drinking coke. Except for the wounds on my arms.
But I almost choked on my sandwich when I got the shock.
The placards.
"MISSING SINCE YESTERDAY"
And a big picture. Of me. The worst photo of me ever, from the school yearbook.
It was taken my worst hair day ever, so it was untidy and boring.
I had pimple emergency and my teeth looked really yellow.
"Holy crap", I croaked. "The placards... look at the placards!"
All three grinned.
"We told you!" yelled Tré. "It's okay, I mean... maybe if you were 60 we wouldn't care, but when you're a... almost a kid, a youth, you do have whole life up ahead!"
That made me warm inside, and I smiled.
"Thanks." Cough, cough. Damn.
Mike delivered me some coke, saying that the shop had "bad offers for sale."
"Where will you guys go later?" I asked, drinking a gulp of the coke. Ahh. Yummy. It had been ages since I drank coke.
"Later?"
"When you're not here any longer."
"We won't leave you, we can't", promised Billie. "We can't. We can't send you home... first, we must look at you arms. I'm sure there's a first aid kit in the car... and we must get you somewhere to go. Think about it."
I nodded, and started to look around me for the first time. I felt pretty cool, sitting with famous guys and drinking coke. Except for the wounds on my arms.
But I almost choked on my sandwich when I got the shock.
The placards.
"MISSING SINCE YESTERDAY"
And a big picture. Of me. The worst photo of me ever, from the school yearbook.
It was taken my worst hair day ever, so it was untidy and boring.
I had pimple emergency and my teeth looked really yellow.
"Holy crap", I croaked. "The placards... look at the placards!"
