Now, I’ll
start where everyone starts; At the start because starting anywhere else is stupid and confusing.
It was October or maybe September, as far as I remember it was raining and at
16 I could not yet drive [I also didn’t hitchhike this is not one of those
stories]. I was cold and alone. I saw a boy not far from me, black hair, blue
eyes, confused and also alone. I took a chance and sat next to him on the
bench, mainly for shelter, but for fun too. It was half an hour of awkward
sitting and mumbling about the weather before I managed to convince him to get
a drink with me. Yes we were both underage but I had a fake ID.
“I don’t even know your name?” it sounded like a question to me.
“The polite thing to do is to ask…” I smiled.
“I’m Charlie, what’s your name?” he was blushing, I assumed he was blushing but
by the time it was quite dark.
“Remi. The names Remi.” I realised that we were now just sitting and nodding,
“Fake ID, pub over the road. Let’s go.”
Why didn’t you do this sooner? Well
the boy seemed quite shy and I didn’t want to frighten him. Moreover, he may
not have drunk alcohol.
So with
that we were best friends and after a few weeks found out both of us were in
the same situation. We were both homeless. We lived like turtles, with our
homes on our backs and a tiny diet.
I'm going to spoil my own story for you, we both live and it's a moderately happy ending. Weirdos.