"I swear if we get arrested today Saint I am going to make sure that everyone knows that you are the one that left thumbtacks on the seminary teachers chair for that week," I said as I held onto his waist with my hair being blown in my face. I hated it when Saint went somewhere too far to walk because Saint being Saint had to have a motorcycle instead of a car because 'He was too cool for that'. "Are you going to piss yourself already? We haven't even made it to the end of the block yet Brooks!" he screamed before turning a corner a bit to fast making me dig my claws into his sides. His "Baby" was all black, repolished, and got more attention than all the women he has had combined. He made sure to keep her clean, change the tires, and the bike was one of the few things he actually kept an organized book on. I had to smirk into his back at the thought of him trying to figure out numbers while he held his Red Bull in the other hand. "Whatever idiot," I mummbled and I felt his chest shake against my head which meant that he was laughing. I rolled my eyes as I watched the houses pass one by one, and it amazed me how many people I knew, and how many I didn't. Living in a small town meant the everyone knew each other and the people you didn't know were considered outsiders.  People who got that title most people avoided because if we didn't know you that meant you probably weren't part of our church. I had to cringe for a moment as we slowly came to a stop at a stop sign because I hated to think to deeply on the outer apperance of our beliefs.

"Hey Brooks," I rose my head to see his head tilt slightly towards mine with a smile and I smiled back but he didn't seem to buy into it. "You okay? You seem so distant and that isn't like you at all," he said before slowly turning so that we would be heading downtown to what he called the meeting place. I didn't answer him, but that meant that nothing was wrong or at least that was what silence meant to me. "Where are we going Saint?" I asked after I realized that we had left the small square and we were heading to the outer parts of the town. He tensed for a moment but didn't answer, and for some reason this silence was different than the previous. I opened my mouth to speak then closed it after a moment, and buried my face deep into the fabric of his shirt. I closed my eyes when I felt his warmth against mine, and for a moment the thought of human contact didn't make me resent my existance. It only lasted a moment because I opened my eyes next when we slowly stopped, and my chest heaved at what my eyes were tainted with. The building was made of dark red brick that looked as if it might collaspe if someone dare breathed on it. The wooden rood was long caved in and my nose scrunched up at the smell of old rotten wood before I even took a step on the tall dead grass. A couple of broken down cars litter the yard, along with various bottles, and some were burned by old cigar buds. 

"Where are we Saint?" I asked once more while he pushed down the brake, and slowly climbed off with great care. He looked at me for a moment before holding out a hand to help me off but I held my hand under my blue flannel because I didn't trust him. I looked down at my blue jeans that were held up by a leather belt that my father had passed down to me. My black T shirt was a V neck but didn't show anything more than the very end of my collar bones that I hid under my blue flannel. I didn't bother to brush my hair and my old white shoes had stains to the point that should just be considered grey. "Come on Brooks. You know I wouldn't hurt you so do me a favor and don't be a debbie downer for once in your life," he snapped at me. I looked up in somewhat shock because Saint never talked that way to me before, and a small part of me resented that. I didn't open my mouth to speak, but I slowly gave him my hand to help me off of his deathtrap he calls transportation. I stood there for what felt like forever, each breath tight, and my eyes stuck on the man that had treated me so poorly. It was odd to me how his words seemed to cut me deep and yet my father's had become a simple part of my life. I guess this is what they called caring, and honestly I was starting to find it a nuisance at times. 

"I promise I wouldn't hurt you," Saint said with a smile before grabbing my upper arm to start leading me through a pathway of dead grass. 'He must come here often' I thought to myself as I looked at how compact the path was, but that theory was thrown out when I saw a small pair of ladies garments hidden in the grass. My face turned pale but I kept my head forward and my mouth shut because I didn't want to embarrass my friend. 'He must bring his girls here' I assumed, but that didn't seem any better because I didn't want anything to do with his sex chamber if that was the case. "Um... Saint I don't think this is a very good idea. I have learned that when it comes to your scams that if I don't agree with it or feel awkward it is best to go home early," I said in a straight tone even though my heart was ready to burst out of my chest. He didn't say a word but kept his eyes on the door, and for some reason that irritated me more than anything about the older male. "Saint weren't you listening-!" I snatched my arm away but stopped as I heard the old wooden door to the building slam open. Saint looked up surprised before giving a warm smile, and my heart raced as I slowly looked up and our eyes locked with the intruder.

Her hair was long, curly, and the most golden I have ever seen blonde hair without it looking fake or fried. Her eyes were the same color as mine but a shade darker and they glistened as she pranced through the tall grass with spontanious energy. She wore a yellow sweater that went off her shoulders but seemed to fit snug enough against her breasts. Her legs were covered by a pair of tight black skinny jeans, but I could see a small slit beginning to form on her inner thigh. She was almost as pale as me but she was a rosey warm color, and I remained the same color grey, like rotten meat. "Saint!" she jumped into the older males arms with a smile on her face making my heart leap as I looked at her sweet smile. I wanted to speak with her, but I remained silent, and watched the two talk and speak to each other like old friends. "I missed you so much!" she said before her lips locked with the older males tightly and I could feel the color slowly drain from my face. My heart for a moment ached, but I kept a straight face as I watched Saint pull back with an arm wrapped around the small female. She only went to his chest, but that didn't mean much because next to Saint I was also simply just a gnome.

"Brooks I would like you to meet my girlfriend Ash Inno," he said with a warming smile while the female buried her face into her blonde curls shyly. I looked her up and down one more time, and for a moment I wish I remembered what I wanted to say. "Hello my name is Brooklyn Manic. Saint and I have been friends since before I could remember, and that being the case you can imagine we are very close. I hope that you don't underestimate that fact," I said in a monotone voice making Saint give me a dirty look, but Asha seemed unbothered by the intentionally rude tone. "Don't worry about me and please you can call me Ash!" she said in an ethusiastic tone, and that bothered me more than anything else that has happened so far. Saint glared at me for a moment with his green eyes now more of a teal color before looking back down at Ash. "Go back inside and tell the others I will be there in a moment. Me and Brook need to talk about something before we can get on with the activities," she nodded before running off back inside with her small feet barely noticable when she slammed the door closed. The birds seemed to sing a war cry as our eyes slowly locked and I could see a new side of Saint that I never wanted to be intoduced to. I was angry I knew that much, but what bothered me was I couldn't pin point exactly why I was angry. 

"What the hell was that Brooklyn," he snapped at me and I took a small step back while keeping my eyes locked with his. I didn't want to break his gaze, and I could see the rage burn behind the once pure green that I have come to know. I couldn't pin point why I was so angry at the older male that now stood in front of me looking like he wanted to fight a war. "Jesus Brooklyn say something! Are you mad at Asha? You just met her! Are you mad because I didn't tell you about her?" he stopped when I looked down at his feet, but my stare was blank. I always got lost in my own thoughts, even when I was younger, but when you are all alone you get used to making conversation with voices in your own head. "You're jealous of her and you just met her," he said making my head quickly jerk up to see if his eyes were serious. He starred at me with a look of somewhat amazement but by the hardness of his lips I could tell that he was serious. "I'm not jealous of another chick that you decided to pick up to your convenience Saint," I said in a harsh tone. He opened his mouth to speak but soon closed it, it was then I realized the true power in the words that I allowed to stumble out of my lips. "Saint I didn't mean-" he a harsh look before turning his back away from me for a moment before slowly walking over to me. "You meant exactly that Brooks," he sounded distraught but his face remained hard even though his eyes spelled an sob story. 

"Saint please listen to reason. I am not mad at anyone, but I was just surprised to figure out that you were with another girl. Yesterday you were hitting on the teacher and now you are in a committed realtionship once again with a stunning young woman," I said the last part in a tight voice. I did think she was beautiful, but after today she would hate me, and after Saint she would never want to date anyone else every again. "Brooks you're jealous because you won't get all my attention now. I will be busy with Asha because I actually want to make things work with her and I can't have you both. I am sorry but I love her more, and I would do anything in order to keep her. I wanted you to meet her before we stopped hanging out for awhile...," my heart ached as I watched him fidget with the loose strings on his pants before looking at me once more. My lip quivered as I tried to figure out what to say to make him stay, to make him want to be with me, but then it occurred to me that this was what he was talking about. I stopped as my eyes began to sting and I rose a hand to my cheek to feel the newly found wettnes that slid down slowly. Saint's eyes widened as he watched a few tears drip from my chin but my eyes never met his. 'H-How could he do this to me?' I thought to myself as I lowered myself onto the ground, and why was it so hard for me to just walk away. 

"Brooklyn please-" I looked up at him sharply and he bit his tongue as I crossed my legs as I ran my free hand over the hot grass. My heart pounded in my chest against my ribs making my chest rock with each indivitual beat, and my hands shook as I moved it away from my cheek. I trusted the older male in front of me with my very life and it seemed so easy for him to just throw me away. What did I do that was so wrong? I shook my head before slowly pulling myself back onto my feet so I could look him in the eye. "You lied to me all those years! You made me trust you with my heart, my scars, and my trust and the way you repay me is by replacing me with someone you hardly know! How typical," I said harshly before turning away slowly, but was stopped when my arm was grabbed. "Saint please don't-" I paused for a moment before a warm feeling spread across my cheeks and I put my hands on his chest. His lips were warm, but his hand was cold against my face as he wiped away the tears that had slowly began to fall again once more. My heart raced against his chest, my legs were weak making me lean into him, and my hands shook as I grabbed his wrists. 'This isn't allowed. It is a sin' I thought to myself before pulling back quickly, my heart ached as I looked at the longing in his eyes, and it was then I remembered that they were my brother's eyes. 

"Now you see why we can't hang out as much. I don't want you to get hurt because of me Brooklyn and I know you won't betray the church. I am sorry that it has to be this way but the more I am around you the more I want to be with you. Please have mercy on a simple man," he said with tears glistening in his eyes and I shook my head but I didn't take him into my arms. I couldn't allow myself to fall victim to the same path that my brothers both walked, but a part of me urged myself to stay beside the older male. "Please take me home," I mummbled softly and he gave a small nod before slowly touching my hand, but I pulled away softly from his touch. 'Why' I demanded to myself as he slowly lead the way, but he kept his eyes on me while his feet danced through the dangled weeds of the grass. 'This is our last walk together, but why' I asked myself as he slowly grabbed my hand to help me on to the bike that I dreaded today more than ever before. I wrapped my arms around him when I heard the purr of the motor, and my eyes burned when I closed them. The sky was at the peak of the day now and the sun burned my eyes but not as much as the darkness seemed to. "I am so sorry Saint...," I mumbled to myself half dazed and I could feel him tense as he turned the first corner. 

"I don't want to lose you," I said to myself as I dug my face into the fabric of his shirt. He smelled of old cigars and smoke, and for the first time it didn't bother me that he smelled like her had came back from a bar. Saint was complicated and that was one of the few reasons that I still held him so close to me. I couldn't figure out how anyone could live two different lives and each persona that he is, somehow he is still himself. "We are almost there brooks," he said in a small tone that made my heart ache as we slowly stopped at the fourway stop that was only a block away from my house. I couldn't do this, and I knew that my hard expression that I had regained would be temporary if I had to say goodbye to him once more. 'Pease don't make me do this' I thought to myself as we slowly pulled up to my driveway, and I looked at my tall two story home with a small cracked window that looked into the living room. My heart rocked in my chest, I couldn't do this, and a part of me wanted to fight so I wouldn't have to feel that pain. "Come on Brooks lets get you inside okay," he said as he slowly put down the brake before slowly climbing off. I looked at him for a moment and I could see the pink tint in his eyes that told me he has been crying to himself so I wouldn't see. I had to smile slightly even though I knew my eyes still looked sad, Prideful as always. That once annoying arrogance he had now seemed to be one of his most precious characteristics. 

"Please Brooks don't make this any harder than it already is," he said as he held out a hand to help me down, and I slowly rose mine to accept his kind gesture. With each step my heart ached a bit more and my legs numb under me as I stepped on my yard with him by myside. His hand slowly brushed mine, his fingers inlasped with mine, and his skin so rough against mine. I didn't look down at our fingers, but I could feel the ache, but this had to be our last time that we said goodbye. I walked up the two concrete steps to the wide porch, but I was halted when my arm was extended as far as it would go. I looked down at Saint who stayed on the yard looking up at me hopeless as he slowly loosened his grip in till his arm slowly fell. "Goodbye Brooks," he said in a whisper before slowly turning away, and I watched him walk away without another word. I closed my eyes when I heard the engine start because I couldn't bear to watch him leave me behind like everyone else always did. I slowly opened my eyes to be greeted by an empty street, and my heart beat went silent as I listened to the voice in my head.