Aaron always liked coming home like this. At this time of night it was quiet. The street lamps buzzed on let out an orange glow. Alan went home, something like oh shit my phone died. Aaron didn't have a charger, unusual but kind of good. Felt more like Alan had to leave, instead that he wanted to leave. He liked this alone time. Time to think, the only time he felt calm.
Its funny when he was with his friends he'd smoke now, but alone not really his thing. If he were asked by someone else why he does it with them, he wouldn't know how to respond. He doesn't know, sometimes you just get stuck doing something and then it just becomes your thing.
He walked down the block, can't get this in New York, there'd be yelling and someone running, maybe the sound of a siren. Nothing like this.
A brick house would be nice he thought. Imagining almost the same house he had now, just brick siding. That would be nice he thought.
He got back to the house and creaked down the steps. His dad's light wasn't on yet. Finally he can sleep.
Its funny when he was with his friends he'd smoke now, but alone not really his thing. If he were asked by someone else why he does it with them, he wouldn't know how to respond. He doesn't know, sometimes you just get stuck doing something and then it just becomes your thing.
He walked down the block, can't get this in New York, there'd be yelling and someone running, maybe the sound of a siren. Nothing like this.
A brick house would be nice he thought. Imagining almost the same house he had now, just brick siding. That would be nice he thought.
He got back to the house and creaked down the steps. His dad's light wasn't on yet. Finally he can sleep.