Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

          The sun beamed down as if it was only shining on me. Sweat came out of every pore it seemed like. Why did I wear jeans? Because it was a little chilly this morning. And now it’s a scorcher. That’s Texas for you. 
           The only thing protecting me from the sun’s incessant rays was my hat that read Telluride Snowboarding. I loved snowboarding. My parents used to take me at least once a year to Telluride, Colorado, until they split up. I missed those days. Waking up early to get the fresh powder, making first tracks. I would kill to be there right now. 
           I walked around for hours until my feet were killing me. I even tried asking some of the other kids down on the drag if they knew who he was, but all of them had given me the same answer, “I don’t know who you talkin’ bout. Got a dollar, beautiful.” 
            I had felt a lot of tension from these kids, like I was insulting them by asking a simple question. All I wanted to do was say ‘thank you.’ I knew they were lying to me. They had all dressed the same and were dirty and smelled like he did. Assholes. 
             My feet needed a break, plus I was on the verge of giving up. I sat down on one of the green benches that lined the drag. It was right outside the Dolby Mall, which was a quaint little shopping center with the cutest stores. I thought about going inside until I saw someone on the other side of the street walking my direction.
           Was it him?
           I couldn’t tell. 
           He had long, dirty brown hair. A chiseled face. Black pants but an army green shirt on. I remember him having the most alluring blue eyes. They were striking. But I couldn’t tell from this distance and his looked barely open. He was walking funny, too. Sort of slow and running into people on accident. He looked like he was sleep walking. 
            I’m sure that’s him. If it wasn’t I’d bet he knew who I was talking about. I waited to see what he was doing. 
            He took a seat on the church steps right in front of me, the street being the only thing in-between us. It was him. I found him. 
           But what should I say? I owed him my life, plus he did not look bad, at all. He just needed a bath and a major haircut. Maybe I could let him shower at my place then we could get something to eat. I don’t know why he would say no—
          Oh shit. 
          He saw me. We had made eye contact. I made a quick motion to hide myself, but there wasn’t anything around to shield myself with, so I jetted my hands out blocking our sight. I must’ve looked like the biggest idiot. Or, at least like some schizophrenic with Tourette’s syndrome. 
           I put my arms down and lifted my head up. 
           He was asleep? Dead?
           A rush of worry set over me because he hadn’t looked good. All these people were walking by, just ignoring him. What was their problem? He could be dead!
            That’s when I found myself getting up off the bench. I’ve been waiting all day for this, I need to go. Plus, I just might save his life. 
           I waited for the few cars to go by, then I took off across the street, making my way towards him.