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huggpheonix · 7 years

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This is that sad story idea

Nfkfockslsoskdkkd "Jesus fucking christ." He muttered under his breath. The pain was excruciating. It hurt even more that there was probably a bunch of glass where glass shouldnt be. "Jesus, Fuck! Man! Im so sorry! Dude! Do you need help!" Thats when The kid rolled off the car and snapped. He began to string together every curse he could think of in a mad stutter and a fixed flare set in his eyes. "Do you need help! I can take you to the doctor! Come on, come with me." "Just fucking stay back, and dont touch me." The man held his hands up. "At least let me buy you a water or coffee or bandages something!" "Stay right there. Dont fucking worry. Just forget it!" The man behind the wheel watched as the kid limped away. "Damn, that windsheilds past its prime." He pushed it out and sighed. "Fucking kids, anyways." He got up and began to tail behind the kid. He stayed far enough behind to see the big store he was going into. The kid limped towards the canned foods and picked out several cans. And he watched as he pocketed the seventh. "Hey buddy. Buy something, or get lost." "Eh, yeah." He said and began to move towards the boy. Now in the checkout line he watched. "Is that all sir?" "Y-yes." "23.45, please." "F-for six cans of food?" "Limited edition cans, sir." "I-" "Ill be happy to buy them for you." The kid turned around and widened his eyes. "What the-" "Henry. Ill buy em for you." "B-" He was cut off by an arm that handed the lady money. "Have a nice day." "You know I can charge you for Stalking me?" "Look, is that what you say to someone who just bought you expensive as fuck food?" "You hit me with your car!" "It was an accident! Im sorry." "Just give me the bag, and leave me alone." "You know, the train goes both ways." "What." "I could easily report you for theft." He said pointing to the can of peaches. "Its a fucking can of peaches." "Call it what you want kid." "Zachary." "Okay, Zach." "No, not Zach. Just Zachary." "Martin. Martin Folur." "I dont give a shit about your last name." "Ouch, youre blunt. And stubborn." "And you talk too much. Give me the bag." "No, ki- Zachary. Im sorry for hitting you with my car. I profusely apologise for that okay? Im sorry, just let me pay for what i did okay. Ill only help you take this bag. Youre limping for christs sake." "Okay. Fine. Fuck. Take me to the bus station." "Hey, you got it." They arrived at the bus station not long after "Okay. You can leave." "Nuh uh., "What?" "Not until i know for sure youre safe at home or something. Dont you got parents? You look young." "D-dont make- assumptions, asshole." "Im sorry. Zachary!" Zachary moved to the back of the bus and marting was forced to pay for both of them. He sat beside the kid until finally they got off at their stop. "Look, im sorry, Zachary. Let me take you out for supper or something. You look likey ou havent eaten in a while. Please?" "For fuck sakes fine. Martin. Quit apologising." "Yes." He said and lead Zachary towards his favourite restaurant. He put his arm around him and as soon as he did that Zachary tensed up. "Oh shit sorry. Force of habit." "Yeah. Just dont do it again." "You got it." They got to the door and he held it open for Zach. Zach only gave him a glare and walked inside. "It sure is cold out there huh." "Youre so good at small talk, Martin. You know that." Martin on,y smiled and sat down across from him. "Wow. The lady's must love this place huh, Martin." Martin only gave a thin smile and looked down, "You finally called me by my real name. Im touched." "Pfft. Shut up." "Now we are finally getting somewhere." "What. Me talking? Talk is easy. Asshole." Martin only gave a little grin. "What do you two want?" "Just a drink for me." Zach said. "What." "A drink." "No. He will have the steak dinner, with baked potatoes and whatever comes on the side." "Alright, coming right up. What to drink?" Zachary was in awe. "Ah, what will it be Zach." For the first time he didnt mind being called Zach. "My friend heres slack jawed. Off in his own world. I dont know, water will have to do for a now." "And yourself?" "A burger and fries. Gravy and pepsi." "Alright your order will be ready in a little while. Enjoy." "You fucker. What are you doing buying me nice shit like that." "The easy thing to say would be, thank you. But you deserve it kid." "No. You sont have to." "Zach. Seriously. Dont argue with me." Zachary on,y grinned and looked down, "So.. Like.. Do you have a place to stay?" "I do. Dont worry about me, douche." "Alrighty. But ill have you know. Im going to walk you there," "Why are you doing that." "Doing what?" "Being so nice." "Zach. Its the least i could do. I mean, its not like we did much bonding over the hood of my car." Zach gave him a disgusted look and looked away. "Bonding? No. See, youre a stranger. Martin. All i know, is your name." "Alright. Alright, lets start." "Start what." "Im Martin, age 22. Started driving a couple weeks ago." "Figures." "Whats that supposed to mean?" "You fucking hit me, like a giant bug or something." "Ah, see. I offered to take you to a hospital." "They would take me in, Martin," "Why not?" "Ah you know what forget it. " Silence ensued until the food was brought out. Zachary dived right in and left nothing behind. Martin was surprised at the appetite the kid had. "I was right. You lost." "Lost what." "The bet." "What bet?" "The one i made in my head," "What the fuck are you talking about." "You were hungry." "Okay, dipshit. And what." "Now you have to tell me about yourself." "Bullshit." "Come on, please?" "Okay, fucking fine. But im limiting it until we get to know each other. I need to know youre not a fucking pshycopath." " ah so there will be more." "What the hell are you getting at." "More getting to know eachother?" "Whats in it for me." "Ah, so there is a darker side to Zachary. More dinners, and i dont know, I could get your injuries looked at." "Since youre so up on helping me, than Ill only tell you about myself, if you leave actual medical attention out of it." "So thats it then?" "Yeah." "Okay, you can start now." Zachary huffed and started. "Im Zachary. Im 18." "18?" Martin said choking on some food. "Yeah one eight." "You look fifteen." "See what i said about making assumptions?" "Alright alright." "Go on." "One more thing," "Okay," "Whatever you think is going on here. Isnt going on here. Thats all for now." "Phew. Stubborn. Feisty. Blunt. Overbearingly independent. I like you kid," "What does your girlfriend think" "I dont have one. And i didnt mean it like that. I meant, i just like your guts. I dont know. I guess youre a little easy on the eyes. But... Theres too much." "Shut up, asshole." Zachary said playfully ounching his arm. They both laughed. They got on the bus station and talked a little more. "Alright heres my stop.." "Okay." He awkwardly shook Zach's hand and he got off. Then Martin got off. He waited a little while as Zach knocked on the door. Inside there was screaming and crying and a hitting noise. More yelling and crying and finally Zach getting thrown out. His things getting tossed out the window. "Fuck sakes." Martin helped Zachary up and carefully looked at his wounds. He brushed a little hair out of his face. "Who the fuck is this? Daniel." "A friend. Hes a friend, mom." "He better not be no boyfriend. You already a disgrace. Imagine, you being some faggot. Then youd really have nothing. Get out. Go find a job." She tossed his bag and finally shut the door. "Jesus kid. Im sorry." "J-just dont touch me." "I have a place to stay," "I dont want to stay at your house! Im not a faggot. Jesus christ!" "Zachary, quit being a little stubborn fuck. Give me your bag. Or i swear." "Fucking! Agh!" He yelled and shoved the bag at him. He began to run and Martin heaved the things on his back and ran after him. "Zachary!" He yelled and finally caught up with him after five blocks. "Jesus christ, kid. You were in some track and field or something?" "Give me my stuff." "No. Not until youre safe and sound." "Where am i gonna go? Martin, for christs sake." "My offer is still out there. I swear, ill sleep in the bathroom okay?" "You better, and lock the door. Please." "Alright. Alright its okay." He huffed. Martin called a cab and they both rode in silence, At the apartment they got off and walked inside. "Do you have sleep stuff?" "Im just going to sleep in this." "Those are soaked, Zachary." "I lied okay? Its Daniel." "D-daniel?" "Yeah." "Okay, its okay. Just... Ill give you some sweats and a t shirt okay?" "Quit being so nice." He only walked and grabbed some plain sleep clothes. He handed them to him and showed him the bathroom "Lock the door and when youre done you can sleep." He came out and went and layed down. "Its alright kid." He whispered softly and stocked to the bathroom. He layed in the bathtub and easily fell asleep. In the middle of the night he was awoken by a knocking on the door. He opened it and was faced with a teary eyed Daniel. He hugged him and he only whispered its okay over and over.

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