Part one: 6:08 p.m.

"I'm starving." He wailed, as we traveled side by side on the unkept sidewalk.

We had begun heading down a side street named parker I read as were began walking away from the car; we left it abandoned and of course out of gas, just off the main boulevard.

If we were cautious and observant to all the warnings of being out at this time night, well, the story might have slightly different ending, but can you really tell the youth what to do nowadays - nodding your head as the precise answer comes to sway your mind.

"How long have we been walking?"

"Abram... it's been like five minutes." I belled. "This is what you get for that intermediate fasting crap you're so hung up on!"

"Hey!" He motioned in a half wave. "That crap has kept me from eating everything in the house and you for that matter."

"Just say the word..." I smirked.

He found my remark half entertaining, returning his gaze to most of the empty or abandoned appearance the neighborhood had going on.

"Where the hell are all the 'dives' in this dump of a town?"

"Been binging on food network again, haven't you?" I sassed.

He simply shrugged.

"Well, love... this is what you get when you're craving something that is two hours from home... and forget to gas up the damn car, as we agreed to do when it was either one of our turns to do so." I stated, raising an eyebrow in an inflated bow. "Guess which one of us had the pleasure of that task this week?"

The silence only answered the undeniable acknowledgment.

"Yea... yea... blow me." he quipped.

I pondered the playful thought. "Right here... on the street." I nudged him. "You naughty boy, you."

"As much as that thought can be persuasive... I wouldn't even let the melon bat hang out in fear of scabies this place is giving off." He cringed at his mere mention. "Even the air feels it may be contaminated."

"I wouldn't exactly say I was offering to get on my knees here..." I exclaimed. "Do I look like a hairy hooker in boots here?"

"Depends on the month..." he quipped.

"Funny... shit-stain." I chuckled barely getting the last syllable pronounced.

Suddenly, a blaring neon sign, flashing 'Diner' sung out across the concrete path in front of us.

"YES!" he belled.

"Are you kidding me right now!" I blared with my own neon warning sign. "This looks like the place you get food poisoning from hell!"

"Baby... I'm so hungry..." he begged.

I sighed as I forfeited to the puppy face that got his usually anything he wanted.

"Damn you..." I winced. "If I die... I'm coming back to haunt your tight ass!" I vowed, slapping a hand against the taught butt cheek.