Tremors ran through Dillon's body as he shook with adrenaline. Air was worth more than gold as he struggled to keep up with his Sir. It was almost impossible and Dillon almost pinched his leg to tap out, but he refused. This was for Tony, and he
Once the two of them had all their stuff, they got out and made their way up to the apartment. Tony was beyond content to see Dillon constantly look back at his new baby girl. There was no need for Mrs. Vera or himself to worry. The kid adored the car enough to be careful and rational in her care. Hopefully he adored it, anyway. He actually hadn't given a definitive judgment on what he thought yet.The very second Dillon unlocked his door with his new apartment key and closed it behind him, he assaulted Tony with a huge hug. The kid's jaw hit the floor when he handed that k
Prologue ~~~~~~~ One time, there existed a young man who resided outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. His name was Dillon Vera. He was sixteen years old, and neared the end of his freshman year of high school. Like many teenagers, Dillon had had a rough time. With his hormones and self esteem all over the place, it was difficult to find anywhere to fit in. Add in the fact that Dillon's best friend Dominic, Dom for short, had just moved down south, and Dillon was not happy. Dom was two grades above him, but they had been best friends since they were small. Once Dom was a Junior, he got offered a course at some ritzy tech school for carpentry down in Texas. It was something he really enjo
. April 16th, 2010: Friday
Right after he had registered who had run into him, the mechanic had put down his bag and started to inspect the wound. It looked like a flathead screwdriver jutted out of the bag and he figured that's what got him, since there was a little bit of his blood on the tip. For a couple beats, Dillon glared at the mechanic as he looked at his elbow, not entirely sure what he should do. His brain was in chaos. 'What the fuck is he doin' here? Can't
Dillon certainly didn't expect this scenario. The one where everything went right. Perhaps he
Dillon hooked right off of Chestnut Street onto Main Street, and walked the couple blocks up the road towards the shop. It was a fine day. It was in the mid-seventies and partly cloudy with a nice light breeze. It had started to smell like summer,
Dillon typically sat as far in the back as he could. It was an ingrained habit to avoid the bus' camera, because on the bus home Kat, Dillon, and some buddies would mess with the bus driver and the other students on the bus. What could he say? It was good entertainment on the way home. For example, one time Kat rolled her chapstick all the way up and flicked it from the back bus into the bus driver's perm. She didn't notice until the next day when she'd apparently slept on it all night.
The community in which he lived was one that didn't accept those sick with that in their ranks. Dillon had thought he could maybe invent a girlfriend, or a girl he'd been with. Maybe it would make himself seem even