Forever

1994 Stand

James and I, always seemed to get eachother into some form of trouble. We always figured out a way to help eachother out of it, but we were both thrill seekers.

While we were both adventurous, James became more and more reckless. I was more careful with a lot of the things I did.

It was now one in the morning and we were driving down the empty streets of Palo Alto. Well, I was driving. Papa Franco took away James' car after he got busted in the Cologne stealing/selling ring.

The only thing that seemed to light up the town, was the traffic lights, and the lights of the few cars on the road.

"Pull in here." James pointed. I followed his direction, pulling into an empty parking lot. I parked before looking at him. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, at the slight smirk he had on his face. I had no idea what we were doing here, considering he only told me he wanted to show me some art he had been working on.

"Just stay here, while I add some finishing touches." He stated grabbing his backpack from off the floor, throwing it over his shoulder. A flood of anxiety rushed through my body, as I realized what the hell was going on.

"Here? James, everyone is going to see this." I sighed. He opened the car door, stepping out of it.

"That's the point." He stated simply. This was exactly what I meant when I said he was reckless. It was as if he were purposefully doing this for some kind of attention. "I'll be back to get you in a little bit." This was the last thing he said before closing the door, and jogging off into the darkness.

I began to get completely creeped out, so I turned the volume of the radio up. Lithium by Nirvana began to flow through my car. I closed my eyes drumming on the steering wheel, singing a long to the lyrics.

A siren began to grow closer and closer.

I opened my eyes quickly.

While rushing to turn down the volume of my radio, I noticed the flashing lights get brighter and brighter.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I muttered getting lower in my seat, as if that would cloak my car from the cops. I saw that the lights stopped from across the street. "Fuck." I sighed one last time, running my hands through my hair.

In that moment I knew, my best friend had been caught. I sat there looking at the flashing lights for a while, until they drove away. I started my car, driving in the direction that my friend had went. I looked all around hoping to see the curly haired boy. He was absolutely no where to be found.

We were both one word. Screwed.

I drove home, praying that no one in my house was awake. As I parked onto the curb, I noticed that all of the house lights were off. Same with the Francos. I walked to the back of the house, sneaking through the back door. I held my breath slowly walking up the stairs, and to my bedroom. I let go of the breath I was holding in, and rushed over to my window. The neighborhood was still as quiet as it was whenever we left.

Normally by now, a police car would've dropped him off, giving him a warning. I worried for my friend, as I began to remove my clothes, and get into bed. It was extremely hard to sleep, but eventually my eyelids became heavier.

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I opened my eyes, and noticed my abnormally bright room. I realized that I had left the blinds open, reminding me of what happened last night. I jumped out of bed, and ran to my closet. I threw on a pair of sweatpants, and a jacket, before rushing out of my room. Hearing hushed voices coming from downstairs, I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where the voices were coming from.