His Road 7

Like Jimmy had said, he woke up extremely early. Both boys were still fast asleep. So he found a piece of crumpled up paper and a marker and began to write: Guys, like I said, I`m leaving early. Thanks for letting me crash here again, I love you guys, and I`ll see you again in the future, I promise. -Jimmy
He found a piece of tape and taped the note to Deuce`s head and smiled. He hoisted his bag up over his shoulder, and on his way out, ruffled Kenny`s messy black hair.

     Jimmy didn`t know where he was going, and frankly, he didn`t care. Just get out of this hell, was all he thought as he made his way through the lonely streets. The sun was just barely rising and it was beautiful. Jimmy sighed, gaining the last glimpse of his friends` apartment building. This was it. He turned and picked up paced down the roads, taking turns and twists along the way, his mind somewhere else as his feet seemed to carry him anywhere without him really having to think.

     He ended up at a bus stop, and figured he had been walking long over and hour. It only cost about 0.50$, and he was worn out by now. So he paid the fine and made his way as far back on the bus as he could. He sat himself next to a young Mexican boy, about his age. The kid looked too distracted by looking out the window to notice Jimmy sitting there. That is, until the bus hit a bump in the street and Jimmy went flying into him. "Hey! Easy, chico! Only the hotties can get this close to me, eh?" the kid laughed, his Mexican accent rolling thickly off his tongue.
"Sorry, man." Jimmy sighed, gripping tighter on his bag.
"Eh, don`t worry bout it, chico." he said, waving it away. "Roberto. What`s your nombre?" he asked. Jimmy looked at him curiously.
"My what?" he asked. Roberto laughed.
"What`s your name?" he tried.
"Oh, uh....Jimmy."
"Great to meet ya, chico. Where ya from?"
"Um...around." he answered simply.
"Ah, got`cha. So you`re a runner then, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess. Where you from then?"
"From around too. Haven`t had a solid casa in a long time, chico. Time`s are tough. My padres kicked me out. Too many drugs, haha! Fun times, hermano, fun times!" he laughed. He nodded, not really understanding what was so funny about his situation.

     They talked a bit, until the bus stopped at the next town. "Well, Robert, this is my stop." Jimmy said, standing.
"Hey, I`ll go with ya, chico! I know this part of town like the back of my hand, hermano, I swear! C'mon, I`ll show you were all the chicas hang! What do ya say, muchacho?" he asked, grinning. Jimmy shrugged.
"Sure, why not." Robert smiled brightly.
"Sweet. Come on, chico, follow me. Easy to get lost in these parts."