Jango always took care of his pals. He was always that fun-loving, sensitive, yet tough, guy you could count on. But he has a secret. His worst fear hits him again when he meets Max.
Chweing on the toothpick, closing my eyes, and propping my head on my arms, I lay down in the itchy, yet soft, hay in the back of my truck. It's been a long day. We had to drop off Lucky at Nell's house for the night before his little mwommy found out he was with us hooligans. That's what she called us. For crying out loud, the oldest person hear was barely 18. And he don't do any harm. Well, that's Droid for ya.
Anywho, I noticed that my crappy, yet lovely truck skid to a halt as soon as I was getting me some sleep... after a long time.
"Why'd Moose stop driving?" Friday said, tugging on my worn-out jeans.
"Now, Friday, how the heck am I supposed to know?"
"Well," he said, "it's your car. Anyway, shouldn't be driving?"
"Nopes," I said, shrugging, "I don't have me any license."
"But, how come you have a car?"
"Hello. I work at a mechanic shop thing. This was my first earning. But, in a year I'll really be able to drive."
"You drive, still, Jango. So, go and see what the heck's happening, okay?"
"Don't be all smart-mouthed with me? I'm older than you."
"By, like, a month. So shut up and go."
"Benny," I said, "tell your brother to not bug me. I need to take a goddamn nap!"
"Let him sleep, Fri," Benny said, calmy.
Benny was always the wuiet one. He was one year older than me, but I felt like he was 5 years younger. He ain't no smart aleck, but he knew what to do... always knew what to do.
On the other hand, Friday was a pain in the butt. He thought he was superior. No. He was riding my car with my risk. This runnin' away from home ain't done easy with a clean slate.
Friday kept tugging on my jeans. I had it.
"Can you stop it you two?" Menace asked, taking off his baseball cap and scratching his head.
I groaned, opening my eyes and standing up.
"Where's my shirt?" I asked.
I rubbed my abdomen. I wasn't ripped like Moose, or flimsy like Loner, but I was lean and tall. I had some significant abs, not that I liked to brag about it. It was really hot and I wanted to take a shower.
Loner threw my flannel, short sleeved shirt at me. It hit me in the face right before I caught.
"Thank you," I said, through my teeth.
I slipped it on, not buttoning it. Moose got out of the truck.
"It screwed up, Jango," he said with his deep voice.
"Okay," I said, "what time is it?"
"It's almost 4 in the morn."
"Crap," I said, "well, we'll just camp out here. Nobody comes here in the country anways."
"Okay," Moose said.
"How are we gonna tell our rents?" Feta asked, getting out of the passenger seat.
"We won't," I said, "my old man and mom won't give anyway."
"Whatevs," Friday said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Okie doke," Feta said, throwing me a Cola, "we have to eat somethin'."
Feta was an eater. He ate practically anything. But, he wasn't fat or anything. Loner hopped up onto the back of the truck, along with Moose and Feta. The cooler was in the corner. We each took a Cola and shared the big bucket of wings we got in the afternoon. It wasn't exactly a healthy or decent meal, but it was something. We ate and talked and soon we were mighty sleepy. But I first decided to check out what was wrong with Lila. Yes, I named my car. I was attached this little lady.
I opened the hood, the exhaust choking me. I looked through the junk deciding to fix it in the morn 'cause it would be lighter outside, obivously. Lemme tell you somethin'. I may not be the brightest guy around, but I knew my cars. I tried to analyze the damage, a car stopped across the street from ours. There were a bunch of fine young ladies, listening to loud music. They were high, alright. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.
"Wooo!" Moose called, staring at there car, "Whatchya ladies up to this time of day?"
"None of your beeswax," shouted a girl back, giggling.
My favorite song was playing in their car. They were them city girls, with the fancy-shmancy cars and sparkly dresses. I didn't like them. I liked girls like Jaycee. But no one would be like her.
They started filing out there car. I saw the tires flatten as they jumped onto Lila.
"Hey there," some girl said to me, "you're a mighty handsome fella."
I tried to grin. But, I couldn't so I pretended to work on our car. Someone jumped off the car. I heard her heels clack against the pavement of the road.
"You good with cars?" she asked.
It was the same girl who tried to talk to me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Our car messed up, too," she said.
She smiled. Even though she was boozed up, I knew that that was a genuine smile. I was afraid of this.
"What's your name?' she asked.