The Rage & Love

The room felt sick and staticy, as the last bell rang telling summer was well on its way. Demor's heart felt a page of fear and he winced as the ringing hit his ears. Whatever was he to do, he hadn't signed up for any courses and he didn't have a job lined out; his life seemed pointless. He worried about the future. What would happen? Where would he go? The list of questions, all uncertainties, seemed to jam his brain almost to the capacity, he could not think.
Agth bumped into him.
"Sorry man, my bad," Agth said.
"It's ok," Demor replied uncertainly.
Demor though about Agth- What's with this guy? He doesn't have a thing in this world going for him. His parents kicked him out, he smokes pot, and he cheats on his girl friends… How did he get all those girls? Demor stopped. Then he though about how obsessive he was becoming. Perhaps it was high school kids that the wrong idea of what the world was. At least his parents had it together. He suddenly felt connected to his parents. They had taken care of him his whole life, and would continue to do so; the rest of his life was planned by them. The college, the career, everything, he needn't make one more decision. But it wasn't now. That was the worst part; the present future. He could barely think of driving home without anxiety creeping into him.
"So what are your plans for this summer?" Demor continued forgetting his rant and how much this guy was his polar opposite.
"Don't know," Agth said simply, "I'm just living in the moment."
That threw Demor's mind into another whirl. How does he do that? He seems so cool and he hasn't the slightest idea of his next move, let alone what he would be doing in two years.
"And what, precisely, is "living in the moment" going to do with the rest of your life?" Demor was becoming agitated with the few words this boy had said to him. Some kids these days.
"Dude, chill. It doesn't really matter. Isn't life just an abyss anyways?"
Becoming infuriated, Demor stalked off, before he could do anything to degrade his flawless reputation of being non-violent.

Strolling down the alley leading to his dwelling, Agth felt a sense of relief, his school days were over. He was a kid of 18, he didn't plan on graduating, staying in school long enough to get the teachers off his case about being a kid from the slums. He'd run away from home in Brooklyn, things sucked there. Things also sucked here, but he didn't mind. Freedom had its benefits. But there was the sick feeling the still haunted him-They left me. I am such a bad child to be forgotten in the corner, they don't even remember me. He hated himself for being so childish, yet there was nothing he could do to change the resentment toward his parents. Even though it was he who had left them in the end, abandonment was his reasoning. Living with them just felt wrong; like a lamp shade in the corner. Clinging to what was left of the light, but never reaching it, metal bars in the way.
San Antonio seemed to be the perfect place to be homeless. Living in back of a pizzeria, feeding from scraps mostly of tomatoes and other vegetables seemed quite preferred to being abandoned. He planned to meet up with Barbara tonight to celebrate his evening of triumph and then his thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Demor.
"What are you doing here?" Demor inquired.
"I live here. What are you doing here?"
"I… uhhh…" Demor's thoughts changed their mood- What is he doing here? He lives here? This place is a mess. A ramshackle structure, cardboard lining the street, what sort of kid lives here?
"I'm on a walk." The truth was he had no idea what he was doing there. Life had been such a blur of furor since he had stormed off from earlier. Had he unintentionally followed him?
"Oh, ok. Want to chill?" Agth invited.
Demor was perplexed with the idea of spending time in an alley with a kid he had wanted to beat up earlier in the day and understanding this kid's view on life. He faced the decision with something he hadn't felt before, a sense of wild abandonment. And so he replied with a great mirth in his heart, "Sounds great."

Then it was on this time in day that Demor become worldly, he relaxed into life that spoke to him of adventure and curiosity; not the null that everyday life had held for him.