Patrick and Joe pull up to a house Patrick has seen before many times but never gone to. "Whose house is this?" Patrick asks once Joe has turned off the car.
    "My friend's house. He wants to take you and me to a Battle of the Bands thing."
    "Me ? How does he know about me when I don't even know about him?" a confused Patrick asks.
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  After Patrick walked away from the older boy he was watching, he waited on the corner of a street in the cold winter air of Chicago for his friend. He watched his breath travel in front of him. His nose was cold and so were his ears. He brought his hands up to his mouth and blew in them to get them warmer. His teeth chattered loudly. Can he take ( Read more... )

The way the room is set up. The way the lighting hits his eyes. It all seems to fake. But too real. He watches the taller boy with awe. He loves the way his hair falls in his face.
     Okay, Patrick, he tells himself. No more staring. He shakes his head and walks away.