Run into an old friend

As you walk the streets of downtown, worry and anxiety flood your mind. You've never been on your own before and you know that the streets become dangerous once the sun goes down. You feel a chill go up your spine as the cold wind rushes past you. Right now you have one objective: find a place to hunker down for the night.

You walk down a multitude of roads, keeping an eye out for areas that would keep you sheltered and away from prying eyes. As you debate sleeping in a cardboard box, you hear someone call out your name. You quickly turn around and smile when you see who is trying to get your attention. It's Damion Spencer, your best friend. The two of you have known each other since elementary school and met after he had beaten up a school-yard bully who had stolen your teddy bear. You had seen him a graduation a few weeks ago, but you hadn't had any time to hang out since.

"Damien!" you call out, rushing over to wrap him in a bone crushing hug.

He laughs in your arms, gently patting your back. "Still as clingy as ever," he teases, "Now, what are you doing out here? It's late and I know for a fact your dad has you locked up in your room as soon as it hints at getting dark."

You pull away, your face falling as you start to explain everything that had happened since you gor your shot this afternoon.

Once you go quiet, Damien takes your hand and leads you down the street. "You're staying with me," he says before you can ask what he's doing, "You can stay in the spare bedroom."