Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)It had been years since the last time Sid had come around town. He'd seen his friend, Derek, several times throughout his days in the area. As well as keeping up with him. Yet he'd rarely took the time to visit his family. Having been almost six years since the last time, it'd been almost as though he'd cared less. He remembered all the late nights at Derek's as a teenager, causing trouble fit for the two mischievous bastards who accounted for them. Derek was now a Manager in an Auto care center. While Sid was now a salesperson at some underground sex shop.
In the last few days of Sid living at Derek's parents' house, he'd been in major trouble. It had come down to either changing himself completely or moving out. So he moved out, finding a way on his own. He'd been tagged as too profane and crass for home life, especially around a young child, Abigail having been 11. The poor girl had fallen in devastation when she arrived home from school, her favorite person gone. Over the years, the young girl had established a growing crush for him. She'd always found her way into the older boy's life, speaking with great passion of her hopes. Her mother shunned her for such actions as Derek and Sid would joke about it. Sid always reassuring Abigail, who he'd call Abbie, that she meant something to him.
A few days before, Sid met up with Derek to share a few brews and talk. While hanging out, Sid found his way on Derek's phone, noticing his little sister had a number now. Quickly revising it over and over in his head, he'd remembered it as he would use it later that night. He sent the young girl a text that wrote: Abbie? This is Sid. Do you remember me?
After sending the message, he'd forgotten all about it. It wasn't until the next morning where he'd seen her reply. After hours of texting, Sid had felt he'd waitedlong enough to visit the household again, only telling Abigail of his coming. And as he pulled up to the house in his shit box car, he'd finished a smoke and waited for his time to show. Knocking on the door, he'd taken a breath, hoping they still didn't have hard feelings. With the door open, it revealed an older version of Derek's dad in the door way. "Whoa, hey Scott!" Sid spoke, nervous to see him. "What happened to your hair?" He chuckled as he noted the elder man's lack of hair, knowing the man hadn't had hair since he'd turned 40. Which was over a decade ago. Coming in, he'd been notified that Derek's mom was still at work, and Abbie would be home within the hour. Derek would then be stopping by to see them as well. "So it'll be just like old times." Sid noted silently to himself, sitting back in the chair he'd last Sat in six years before.
In the last few days of Sid living at Derek's parents' house, he'd been in major trouble. It had come down to either changing himself completely or moving out. So he moved out, finding a way on his own. He'd been tagged as too profane and crass for home life, especially around a young child, Abigail having been 11. The poor girl had fallen in devastation when she arrived home from school, her favorite person gone. Over the years, the young girl had established a growing crush for him. She'd always found her way into the older boy's life, speaking with great passion of her hopes. Her mother shunned her for such actions as Derek and Sid would joke about it. Sid always reassuring Abigail, who he'd call Abbie, that she meant something to him.
A few days before, Sid met up with Derek to share a few brews and talk. While hanging out, Sid found his way on Derek's phone, noticing his little sister had a number now. Quickly revising it over and over in his head, he'd remembered it as he would use it later that night. He sent the young girl a text that wrote: Abbie? This is Sid. Do you remember me?
After sending the message, he'd forgotten all about it. It wasn't until the next morning where he'd seen her reply. After hours of texting, Sid had felt he'd waitedlong enough to visit the household again, only telling Abigail of his coming. And as he pulled up to the house in his shit box car, he'd finished a smoke and waited for his time to show. Knocking on the door, he'd taken a breath, hoping they still didn't have hard feelings. With the door open, it revealed an older version of Derek's dad in the door way. "Whoa, hey Scott!" Sid spoke, nervous to see him. "What happened to your hair?" He chuckled as he noted the elder man's lack of hair, knowing the man hadn't had hair since he'd turned 40. Which was over a decade ago. Coming in, he'd been notified that Derek's mom was still at work, and Abbie would be home within the hour. Derek would then be stopping by to see them as well. "So it'll be just like old times." Sid noted silently to himself, sitting back in the chair he'd last Sat in six years before.
