"Hey kid, are you okay?" A young blonde teen jerked his head up to find a middle-aged red headed woman looking down at him. The teen was sitting on the ground, in the middle of the street, in a place that was unfamilier to him.
"I'm... fine." The man replied.
"Are you sure?" A brown headed man asked, coming up beside the woman, he apeared to be her husband.
"Really, I'm fine." The teen replied again.
"Jamie." The blonde's head jerked again as he stood up from the ground.
"What do you want?" Jamie asked the black headed, pale skinned teen that had come up to stand in front of him.
"I've come to take you home. I've been looking for you everywhere." The teen said.
"I don't want to go anywhere with you." Jamie said, wiping something wet off his face.
"I know you're not happy with me right now Jamie, but please come with me." The black headed teen said.
"He said he didn't want to go with you." The man that had asked Jamie if he was alright, said to the new comer.
The pale teen didn't even look at the other man. "I know you hate me Jamie, but you need to come,... go,... home. You parents are worried about you. They want you to come home." He said to Jamie. The blonde teen look guilty about worrying his parents. "Please."
"Fine Sebastian, I'll go home, but not for you." Jamie said.
"I know Jamie." Sebastian said, leading the blonde toward his car without touching him. Jamie climbed into the passenger side of Sebastian's truck. He avoided looking at Sebastian as he climbed into the driver's seat. Sebastian turned on the radio, playing Jamie's favorite CD. He wanted so bad to talk to the younger teen, but he knew it was not a good idea, so he kept quiet.
The ride back to Jamie's house took almost an hour. Jamie hadn't realised he had gone so far from home, and walking none the less. Sebasian said nothing the whole time, and it almost drove Jamie crazy. The older teen didn't talk a lot, but it was strange that he didn't at least try and start a conversation, even thought it would have been an awkward one.
As the black four door truck rolled to a stop in front of a two story farm house, Jamie saw his parents standing by the door, waiting for him. He got out of the truck, and went to the door. His mother hugged him, and tryed to wipe some blood from a small scratch off his face. His father just glared in the direction of Sebastian's truck. Jamie looked back, expecting to see Sebastian getting out of the truck to try and beg him for forgiveness, but he saw the black truck drive away at full speed. So he really doesn't want to be my friend anymore. Jamie thought as his mother led him into the house, wiping more blood from the scratch.
"What happened to your face?" His mother asked.
"I ran into a wall." Jamie said, even though he knew it was most likely not true. The truth was, he didn't know what had happened. The last thing he remembered was the fight he'd had with Sebastian. A fight over something Sebastian had kept from him, his best friend. Jamie didn't know why it had upset him so much, or why he had done, and said, all the things he had to Sebastian. It's his fault. He should have told me sooner. Why didn't he? Jamie felt like crying. "I'm tired." He whispered. He knew his mother, with her cat like hearing, would have heard it, even if he hadn't wanted her to.
"Then you should go to bed. But, why did you leave like that? You had us worried. Sebastian came by to see if you were here, but you weren't. We had thought you were with him the whole time." Jamie's mother asked.
"We got into a fight. I needed some space to think about something he had told me. I'm going to bed now. I have school in the morning." Jamie said, starting for the stairs that led to the second floor.
"You don't have to go to school if you don't want to." Jamie's father said to him.
Jamie stoped at the bottom of the stairs. "Why would I let a fight with my best friend stop me from keep my perfect attendance record?" Jamie asked, jogging up the stairs to tend to the scratches on his face, and go to bed. Jamie hopped into the shower to rinse some blood out of his hair. He was pretty sure it wasn't his, and the fact that he didn't know who's it was, didn't bother him at all. He then realised that the blood was most likely why that couple had asked him if he was alright in the first place.
Jamie walked out of the bathroom, and into his bedroom across the hall. His room was the only one on the second floor, except the guest room. His parents room was on the first floor, and there was only one other guest room on the second floor. Jamie wasn't an only child, but his older brother had moved out a few years back, and left his room for guest, and when he dicided to visit, which wasn't often, after all he was a big time music producer that traveled a lot.
Jamie climbed into his bed, and looked up at the ceiling. Why do I feel like this? He thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep. Why did he have to do that? Why?
Jamie opened his eyes the next morning, and got dressed before his parents got up. He didn't want to see them right now, and he didn't want to tell them what to fight was about either. Jamie grabed his wallet, and left a note to tell his parents that he was with some friends. It was the day after his high school graduation, and he was attending a special party at school. It had nothing to do with his perfect attendance record, and he knew his parents knew this, even though they said nothing about it the night before. Jamie grabed his keys off the counter, and got into his truck, a white one. Sebastian had thought it was funny when Jamie's parents had bought him a white truck, and his parents had given him a black one.
Jamie drove up to the school to find his friends waiting for him. "Where's Sebastian?" Jamie asked his friends as he got out of the truck.
"What do you mean?" A tall blonde woman asked.
"He's usually here before me." Jamie answered.
"You mean he didn't tell you last night?" The girl asked.
"Tell me what June?" All his other friends were silent.
"He left last night. He and his family moved to Italy or something. He said he was going to tell you last night." June said.
"That's not what he told me last night. He said nothing about moving." Jamie said. Why do I care anyway. He wasn't enough of a friend to tell me all that in the begining. He thougtht to himself. "It doesn't matter. I guess I left before he could, and then he spent the rest of the night looking for me. What are we going to do? I don't want to go home right now."
All of Jamie's friends just looked at him for a minute. "Did you and Sebastian have a fight or something last night?" One of them asked.
"Yes we did, but it doesn't matter anymore." Jamie said. Jamie said nothing about Sebastian, or the fight they had had, and his friends said nothing either. Jamie was sad that Sebastian had left, and mad that he had not told him he was leaving, and instead told him that he was a vampire, and the only thing that Jamie could think of was that he was going to regret not telling Sebastian his secret.