There was only one person it could be, the only emo in town, Damian Lettman. Jon shrugged, then looked around with a wince. He didn’t really know him all that well, but he did know that Damian came from a rough home, but even then he hadn’t realised how rough. The bedroom was dingy and smaller than Jon’s bathroom had been and was cluttered up with stuff. The small window looked out onto an unkempt lawn and one of the panes was boarded up with cardboard and duck tape.
As he peered out, he saw Damian strolling up the front path and onto the sidewalk, buck naked and in a trance. Curious as to where he was going, Jon grabbed his bag (for it was his bag now, not Damian’s), opened the window and squeezed out without thinking, doing what Damian normally did when he left home in the morning to avoid waking his hungover father.
Jon tailed Damian, not really bothering to keep his distance as Damian was ignoring him due to the trance and the few people around weren’t paying them any heed.
After a few minutes Jon found that Damian had lead him to...
