Experiment 90

(Flashback thought....)
This was it. The year I would finally be moving out of Zalee's house and living on my own in the big city. But deep down inside I was slowly crying. This year was also the anniversary of when I first met Paxton Bay.

(Back to reality and present time....)

The city is a very dangerous place to live in. There are murders, smugglers, kidnappers, drugies, stealers, and the plain out weirdo's that hide in the alleyways and try to grab ahold of their next victim. I of course lived on the bad side of town, where all those bad people lived. Not all the people there were bad, but most of the population was. Memories were all I had left of my past, the great and horrid memories that I would never be able to forget.

I walked along the sidewalk, cars speeding by, the sun setting, and the pigeons flying towards left over food. I slouched forward trying to carry my heavy backpack which held my notebook, laptop, iPod, headphones, iPad, JotDot pen, colored pencils, pens, and other art stuff. I was the top of my class and my teacher always respected me, and they always gave me extra drawing activities or homework to do. I had my headphones on and I was holding my iPod switching from song to song, trying to find something to calm my nerves. "Great I have to pull another all-nighter." I grumbled as the snow slowly fell from the sky; it was an orangish tint from the setting sun that lay along the quiet river that was along the horizon. Cars and people passed me as fast as they could to get away from me, the monster that walked among them.A bench was a little ways in front of me and "I would love to get a picture of the sunset." I stopped at it and looked towards the horizon, such beautiful scenery, and a great thing to draw and impress my professors with. I rested my arms on the railing of the bridge and looked off towards the horizon with my sketchbook in hand, I started the happiness in my life from that day forth.

I sketched it out, first the water, then the sun, plus the birds and boats, slowly it formed into a beautiful sunset that anyone that was stuck in the dark would love to see just once. "At the touch of love, everybody turns into an artist." (www.cutelove-quotes.com) I smiled faintly at the drawing; tears slowly formed in my eyes. "I'm sorry, Paxton Bay." I laughed, but still cried, "How could I be so stupid!" I screamed and threw my sketchbook into the water; running as fast as my legs could take me, away from all of society, and as hard as I tried to forget, I never would, Paxton was my first and only friend, and I ruined it. I would never be able to find him again. "Please forgive me Paxton." 

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I sat in a little coffee shop, just a few ways away from my college. Strongly enough it was also named Caprice, which brought back so many unnecessary memories I just wanted to forget. My laptop was open, notebooks surrounded me, my pencils lay in a neat pile, and a picture of him and me was taped to an empty piece of my laptop. My headphones were upon my head as I listened to theories of Sister Location. Even though I was top of my class, plus the quietest one, I was the biggest gamer out there, and I was fine with wearing the name, Nerd. I sipped my tea quietly as I typed a few art and creative writing notes down. *Ding* I looked down towards my iPhone and read the text I had received. 

"WOLF! WHERE ARE YOU!! I CAN'T FIND YOU ANYWHERE!!" ~ From: Zalee Blair.  

"I'm at the coffee shop next door." I typed back and started drawing again.  

Zalee had a dorm room in the college while I was a few apartment buildings away which was okay for me, I needed the exercise anyways. I sketched for what seemed for hours, but it was only a few minutes. The picture finally had formed, and I had to hold back tears, I didn't even know what I was drawing until then. It was a picture of Paxton Bay, he was smiling his normal grin, and he wore his same clothing he had wore when I first had met him, that same day I started to fall for the big idiot he was. "Excuse me, could I ummm..." I looked up at a scrawny looking boy with very well groomed hair. His brown eyes were hidden behind his nerdy glasses, and he wore a blue and orange striped shirt, with blue jeans, bright pink socks that stuck out at the bottom of his jeans, and Broncos sneakers. "Yes?" I asked a little more annoyed than I intended too. "S-sorry to bother you, b-but could I uhhh, s-sit here, t-there isn't anymore s-spaces to uhhh sit?" He said in a question kind of tone. I looked around and hadn't noticed that the coffee shop had actually filled up than when I first came in. "C-can I?" He mumbled sheepishly and he backed up, flinching a little. "Sure, I don't bite...." I replied and went back to working. He ever so slowly lowered himself into the seat to my right and he rubbed his arm nervously, glancing from person to person. "....Unless I am angry, then I do." I smiled and laughed, he jumped and looked at me. "Dude! It was a joke don't get so overwhelmed! I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I laughed and touched his arm apologetically. He flinched and pulled his arm away; he pulled on his sleeve hiding his hand. I looked at his arm to him and back to my laptop. "Sorry..." I mumbled again.