Forever The Best Friend [Completed]

Chapter 17 - Mr. Ketchup Is Back But Not For Mustard Nor Soy Sauce

Ever had that moment where you walked and walked but had no idea where you were and where you were heading to?

I saw some streetsigns along the sidewalks on every block and signs that said Welcome to this and that, but I still had no idea where I was. I can read those signs, of course, but it was still no use because I've never heard of them before. I tried asking random people where the bus station was, and all they did was point a direction. I would follow but I always end up lost again.

It was like walking through a maze with no way out. (Maze Runner, anybody?)

But while I was walking through the streets of who knows where I was, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the city. It was simple but yet so spacious and the people seemed to be happy and contented. It wasn't a modernized city, not so many cars could be seen, but it still looked like the people loved the idea of walking than riding a car. It made sense why I couldn't find the bus station. Only few ride them.

A family passed by me. A man and a woman with their two kids, a boy and a girl. They were smiling and the kids were galloping happily. They looked so happy.

I never remembered doing those. Holding the hands of my parents and me just being happy. I never even saw my dad. Sometimes I wonder how it feels to have a dad. To have a dad to protect you.

I sighed and sat on a random doorstep from a street named Oxamine. I thought that maybe the owner of the house wouldn't mind, unless he was a cranky dracula mortal version, so I just sat down and waited.

I opened my phone and called Kevin. He was my only chance to get home. I would love to roam the city more but I just needed to go home and give Mike a lesson. No, not a calculus lesson. A life lesson.

Kevin would never let me down for sure. He was always there for me whenever I needed him. I could always count on him.

He picked up my call immediately.

"Hey," he happily greeted me. Actually, it was too happy, which was odd. He usually didn't sound that happy. "How are you doing?" He asked.

"There's no time for that right now," I told him. "I need your help."

"What kind of help?" He asked.

I sighed. I didn't want to bother him, especially that he was in such a good mood, but I just really needed his help. "Can you pick me up?" I asked. "I'm lost."

"Where are you?" He asked, and I could almsot hear his footsteps running down the stairs over the phone. "Tell me the address and I'm coming."

I told him the address that Mike had given me and told him to find me on a street called Oxamine. I then ended the phone call.

In a few minutes, he would arrive. He would be here to pick me up and not Ed. Kevin and not Ed.

I shook my head from that thought and just sat there.

Suddenly, the front door of the house opened. I was startled that I almost fell. I looked back to see the owner, which was a guy that I never thought I would have to see again. It was Jonathan Nicks.

"Sidney," He exclaimed. His eyes were wide, making it obvious that he was surprised to see me sitting randomly on his doorstep. He still looked like what he did back in 6th grade, only taller and.... stronger. It made me freak out.

"Never would've expected to see you sitting in front of my doorstep." He chuckled. I didn't.

"I didn't know you lived here." I pointed out. Then, I shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't have cared anyway." I snapped at him.