Piece of fucking shit Sean Don thought when he saw the text. Probably doesn't want to get an Uber, because then his dad would get a message to pay for it. Sometimes he'd get like this, where even when people are just doing normal things, he would think they were up to something. Like there was always an ulterior motive.
Thats why he liked things, or animals even, there wasn't this other game to play. If the dog liked you it wags its tail, if it doesn't it barks. With people it was always hard to tell.
His nerves made him want to leave the house. It was still light outside, sunny even. So he put on his coat, and went out the door.
The fall air was crisp, and the sun was bright. Warm on his face. His feet crushed through the leaves.
Thats why he liked things, or animals even, there wasn't this other game to play. If the dog liked you it wags its tail, if it doesn't it barks. With people it was always hard to tell.
His nerves made him want to leave the house. It was still light outside, sunny even. So he put on his coat, and went out the door.
The fall air was crisp, and the sun was bright. Warm on his face. His feet crushed through the leaves.