"Yeah, Jayne?"
"What the h.e.l.l?" I searched his eyes for some explanation of what was happening.
"Don"t worry, Jayne. I"ve got it figured out ... well, most of it anyway. We"ll get the rest figured out later."
The look on his face just blew me away. He totally meant it. He was so friggin" brave and amazing in that moment, I couldn"t help it a I leaned in quick and gave him a kiss on his cheek. I was surprised to feel beard stubble there. "You"re my hero."
His face blushed bright red. "Yeah, whatever, come on." He opened the door and held it open for me, as usual. Same old Tony a but then again, not the same old Tony. Not the same old Tony at all.
"Does this mean I can"t call you Tony Baloney anymore?"
He laughed. "You can call me anything you want, just don"t call me late to dinner."
"Ugh, Tony, that is so old. You can do better than that."
"Okay," he said, walking down the front pathway to his driveway, "you can call me anything you want, just don"t call me Freak."
"Word to your m.u.t.h.a, Tones."
"Talk about old."
"Whatevs. So, where to?"
"To the bus stop. We"re going to Miami."
"What"s in Miami?"
"I don"t know ... more than what"s here."
I shrugged my shoulders. Might as well. I pulled out my cell phone so I could call my mom. "Okay, so what am I supposed to say to my mom?"
"Tell her we"re going to the library to study late. We"ll figure out what else to tell her later; we have a few hours."
I made the call really quick and then put my phone in my bag. She never asked questions anymore. I"m not even sure if she"d notice if I never came home; she"d probably be glad. I didn"t want to think about why this had become the case at our house because it would harsh my new mellow and I wasn"t ready to get all b.u.mmed out again yet. There would be plenty of time for that on our little trip because I knew Tony wasn"t going to ignore my issues forever.
We walked a few blocks over until we got to the main street. We waited at the bus stop for about two minutes before climbing onto the bus that took us to the Tri Rail station. Tony stepped up to the vending machine and bought us two one-way tickets to Miami.
CHAPTER THREE.
"Okay, so we"re here ... now what?" I hitched my backpack up over my shoulder, looking around the station. I was hoping Tony had a plan because I sure didn"t.
"You guys lost?"
Tony and I turned to look at the guy walking up to us. He seemed to be about our age, maybe a little bit older, definitely scruffier. I was immediately suspicious.
"No, we"re not lost, but thanks," said Tony, brushing him off. He dropped his bag from his shoulder to the ground, fishing around in it for what turned out to be a map.
"Why do you need a map if you"re not lost?" asked the guy, now standing over Tony"s stooped form.
I seriously wasn"t in the mood for this. "Dude, we"ve got a map, therefore, we"re not lost. Do you mind?"
He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Yeah, hey, no problem. I was gonna offer you some help, but I guess you don"t need it. See ya later." He strolled away, sitting down on a nearby bench and pulling out a cigarette.
"So where are we, Tony?" I asked in a low voice, keeping my eye on Mr. Helpful over on the bench, sure he was up to something.
Tony stood up next to me, showing me the map. "Well, we"re here, at the station."
"And we"re going ... ?"
"I"m not sure."
I left off monitoring Mr. Helpful to roll my eyes at Tony. "Whaddya mean, you don"t know? Where"re we going next?"
Tony shrugged his shoulders. "Wherever you want."
"Tony, this was your plan! Where are we going? I"m gonna have to call my mom and tell her eventually."
"Well, to be honest, my plan was to get out of town. I didn"t really think much beyond that; I figured you"d come up with something."
I put my fingers on the bridge of my nose, pinching it, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to stop the flood of swear words that were about to fly out of my mouth. "Tones, do you mean to tell me we came all the way down to Miami with twenty bucks between us and no plan at all?"
He looked at me through his impossibly horrible gla.s.ses, nodding soundlessly.
I looked over at Mr. Helpful who was smirking, blowing out obnoxious smoke rings.
"Sure you don"t need my help?" he asked loudly, not even looking over at us.
I grabbed the map, frustrated, and went over to the bench with Tony on my heels. "Fine. You want to help? Tell us a good place to get some cheap dinner and maybe sleep too." I thrust the map towards him.
The weather was nice; I was thinking we could probably just find a nice spot on a beach somewhere and not worry about spending any money. It would be like camping in the Girl Scouts a not that I had ever done that or anything.
"You don"t need a map, just follow me." He got up from the bench, rolling his cigarette between his two fingers until the ash fell off the end.
Tony and I looked at each other. Man, I wished I could speak telepathically with him because I really didn"t want Mr. Helpful hearing what I wanted to say.
Tony didn"t worry so much about that stuff apparently. "I don"t know, Jayne. We don"t even know this guy."
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. Name"s Jared ... Jared Bloodworth." Mr. Helpful held out his hand to Tony, putting the no longer lit cigarette b.u.t.t in his front pocket with the other. "You"ve got nothing to worry about. I"ll show you where I stay and you can decide if you want to stay there too or not; it"s up to you. Sometimes there"s food, too."
Tony took his offered hand, shaking it firmly. I continued to watch Mr. Helpful ... Jared ... trying to figure out if he had any ulterior motives hidden behind his dark brown eyes. I kinda suck at that though, so I gave up, shrugging my shoulders. Tony had his gun, and this guy didn"t look too dangerous. He had kind of a freaky name, but that wasn"t his fault. He was skinny and not much bigger than me, with brown hair swept around in a casual rocker kind of look. I was thinking I could take him if I had a little adrenaline rush going for me, which I probably would if he was trying to kill me. He looked like he could use a shower, but he didn"t exactly appear homeless. His clothes were in decent shape. I still couldn"t figure out the cigarette thing, though. Why did he put that disgusting filter in his pocket? I guess it was better than dropping it on the ground. Maybe he was a save-the-environment freak.
Jared walked ahead of us, not seeming to care whether we followed or not. We walked a few blocks away from the train station, down some streets and alleys, into a commercial warehouse area. It was pretty run down, some of the businesses having closed a long time ago. Our destination was in the back of a warren of single story warehouses covered in graffiti.
Jared stopped in front of a beige metal door with a heavy-duty lock on it, the kind that has a thick metal plate over the latch area so no one can pick the lock or crowbar the door open. He banged on the door with his fist. "Open up, it"s me, Jared."
Tony and I looked at each other. He put his hand in his bag, making me suddenly very nervous. The last thing I wanted to see was that gun coming out and Tony playing Rambo again.
We heard the lock click open. The door opened a crack while whoever was inside verified it was Jared standing there. The door opened a little bit more and then stopped. "Who the h.e.l.l are they?" The female voice coming from within didn"t sound very happy.
"Don"t worry about it," said Jared, pushing on the door, opening it the rest of the way, the girl stepping back to make room. "After you," he said, gesturing to the gloomy dark interior.
Even though it was dark inside, the girl at the door was easy enough to see, illuminated by the light of the late afternoon Miami sun a bright and hot as h.e.l.l. She was tall and skinny, a little dirty, hair almost sc.r.a.ppy looking. None of this, though, could obscure her beautiful face.
Tony was awestruck. I elbowed him in the stomach so he would close his mouth, afraid he was going to drool on me. Tony"s reticence about entering the dark warehouse disintegrated in the face of this Aphrodite standing in front of him. He stepped forward, entering the building and disappearing into the blackness within.
Jared stood looking at me expectantly. "What are you afraid of?"
Pfft. "Nothing," I said. False bravado is my friend. I stepped into the darkness behind Tony, hoping I wasn"t about to become a teen runaway statistic.
CHAPTER FOUR.
Once inside, our eyes adjusted quickly and we could see that Jared and Angry Girl weren"t the only ones here. Three other teenagers were sitting on a couch and some chairs set up in the middle of the small warehouse s.p.a.ce. In the center of this not so cozy s.p.a.ce was a banged up coffee table with a group of mismatched burning candles on top.
"Hey, Jared, what"s up?" asked one of the kids sitting on the couch in a slight southern accent, one I identified as coming from central or north Florida, a little rednecky in flavor. I immediately named him Tom Sawyer in my mind because he looked exactly like I always pictured that character a straw colored hair and freckles, devilish look permanently stuck on his face. I could picture him sitting on a dock, fishing in one of central Florida"s many gator-ridden lakes.
"Nothin". Found some lost souls at the station. Meet ... " he gestured to us so we would introduce ourselves.
"Tony. Nice to meet you all."
"Jayne." I wasn"t sure yet if it was nice to meet them so I kept it short. Angry Girl was still making me feel a little unwelcome with the cold stare she was giving me. I gave her my hard look, hoping she scared easily. I"ve been told my hard look is not much scarier than a chipmunk"s, but I do what I can.
Angry Girl shut the door behind us. Tony stepped over closer to me, and I was glad for his nearness. I didn"t feel threatened, but this wasn"t my usual scene. The living rooms I was normally accustomed to had lights, electricity, and a house around them. I surveyed the room"s vast openness and complete lack of decoration. This would probably be a great place for a rave. I"d never been to one, but I"d seen them in the movies.
Jared asked the group in the chairs, "Where"s Spike?"
"He went out to play for a while, scare up some grub," answered Tom Sawyer.
"Spike"s our resident musician. He plays over on 54th Avenue and usually makes enough money to buy a pizza and some c.o.ke," explained Jared. "Go ahead and have a seat, make yourselves at home." Jared turned his back on us to have a whispered conversation with Angry Girl.
Tony and I walked over to the sitting area and sat down on the couch next to each other and Tom Sawyer. Tony looked nervous, but probably no more than I did.
"So, Tony and Jayne, where are you guys from?" asked a small black-haired girl sitting in one of the chairs.
"West Palm," I said, not sure how much detail she wanted but unwilling to give more.
"Cool, I"m from Tampa. My name"s Becky by the way. And that"s Finn on the couch next to you from Apopka, Chase there is from Maryland, and Samantha at the door a she"s from Miami. Nice to meet you guys."
"Finn?" I got a big grin on my face; I couldn"t help it.
"What"s so funny?" asked Finn.
"Oh nothing, just ... nothing. Nice to meet you, Finn." Huckleberry Finn, that is. I had almost gotten it right.
Finn looked at me suspiciously, probably not believing I wasn"t somehow mocking him since I still couldn"t get the goofy grin off my face.
The Chase guy just sat there, not saying anything. He didn"t look mad a actually he seemed pretty zen. He was sitting down, so I couldn"t see all of him, but even so it was easy to see he was a big guy with broad shoulders and thick legs. His hair was blonde and cut in a military style. He looked like he"d just dropped out of boot camp or something.
Becky seemed pretty nice. I was feeling less nervous being around her. She was super little, so I was pretty sure I could bring her down if need be. She sat cross-legged in the chair, practically bouncing every time she talked. She was one of those types that was enthusiastic for no reason. Normally those kind of people bugged me, but she seemed okay.
It got really quiet so we could hear Angry Girl, otherwise known as Samantha, arguing with Jared. I couldn"t really hear what she was saying, but my guess was she wasn"t happy about us being there.
Tony elbowed me in the ribs. I looked at him and he was gesturing not too covertly towards the far wall, off to our right. There were some flattened cardboard boxes, a couple of mattresses, and what looked like some grungy sleeping bags, all set out in neat little rows.
"That"s where we sleep," explained Finn, no expression on his face.
Yikes. I wondered if we were going to be invited to sleep there. I was trying to figure out a polite way to turn them down when Samantha and Jared came over.
"Hi. I"m Samantha."
Obviously she"d been forced to come over and play nice. Jared was standing casually off to the side. The pecking order was now becoming clear. Jared, Samantha, maybe Chase, Finn, Becky. Done. I wondered how long they had been here and what their stories were.
Tony pushed his gla.s.ses up higher on his nose. "Hi Samantha, nice to meet you."
Tony was always so polite. He was my better half, if it was possible to have a non-romantically involved other half.
"So ... ," I stopped, unable to think of what to say next. I wasn"t good with awkward silences.
Someone banged on the door, saving me from my sorry attempt at conversation. Samantha walked over and opened it, admitting a skinny guy with jet black, spiked hair and an acoustic guitar, also black. He walked in sideways, the last thing coming in being his right hand holding up a pizza like a delivery boy.
"Soup"s on!" he said cheerfully.
Everyone smiled and offered him their congratulations. Apparently it"s a big deal to come back from the streets carrying a pizza.
He brought the food and his guitar over to the sitting area, putting the pizza down on the table, saying, "Dig in; there"s a piece for everyone, even the new guys." He smiled at Tony and me, holding out his now free hand. "I"m Spike. Welcome to our humble home."
Tony and I took turns shaking it. "Jayne and Tony," I said. Man, did Spike sure have a cute smile. And cool teeth ... if it was possible to have cool teeth. They weren"t movie star straight, but for some reason I dug them instantly. They suited his look perfectly ... kinda messed up, friendly, sharp on the corners a if that makes any sense at all. As I was thinking it, I doubted my own sanity. I saw Tony staring at his smile too though, so I made a mental note to ask him later what he thought of Spike"s teeth . Tony wouldn"t think I was crazy, I was pretty sure.
Everyone took a piece of pizza and ate in silence. Spike pulled a two-liter bottle of soda out of his backpack, and everyone but Tony and me took turns swigging out of the bottle.
"Worried about cooties?" asked Becky, giggling and then burping the cutest burp ever. What is it with tiny girls and their tiny burps? When I burp, I sound like a trucker.
I shrugged. I wasn"t going to lie; and I also wasn"t going to drink after six pretty sc.r.a.ppy looking runaways. I was a.s.suming they were runaways since they looked the part and seemed to be living together here in this warehouse.