Snippet #2360449

Stephanie came and sat next to Jeff as he spoke on the phone with Nicki. "Hold on, Nicki," He had said, putting his phone down. He looked over at her blankly, trying his hardest to hide his frustration. He didn't want her to see him this way. He sighed, and gave her a weak smile. The wind whistled lightly past his ears, and the their hair lightly wiggled in the air. "Hey," He said, with a soft and weak tone. He cleared his throat and looked ahead. His vision was still blurry, but at least he could think a little better. Bitting his lower lip, and looked back over at Stephanie.



After walking out the house, Ace stood to his feet. Without asking, he strolled up the stairs as if he were going to the bathroom. He wondered into Jeff's room, and slowly peeked in. "Hm." He said, welcoming himself in. He looked from head to toe, with his hands in his pocket. On his dresser was a picture of a middle aged woman. Ace remembered her from when she used to pick Jeff up from school in middle school. "Good times, good times..." Ace murmured, as he sat the frame back down. She was the sweetest woman ever. To bad she passed months after him and Jeff split as friends. Maybe that was why he turned to that horrible gang that killed Ace's older brother. Ace could never forgive Jeff for turning to them, knowing what they did to his brother years before. Maybe he got what he deserved..
Ace turned to his luggage that was still let open. "Hm," he thought, thinking to himself. He knelt down to the back and searched through it.