Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the G-boys…but I will soon! Mwahahahaha. I was just kidding…plz don’t hurt me.
Warning: Angst, sap, and maybe death…I’m not sure yet. ^o^
Duo’s POV After Father Maxwell and Sister Helen die yadda yadda yadda. Duo’s around 11 years old or so. I changed things around. Some things aren’t really what happened, so sue me! No wait…scratch that!
Author’s note: Okay, I know Duo is American and all, but in here he talks a bit of Japanese. I’ve gotten so used to speaking a bit of Japanese. So I end up typing some Japanese. Oh well…
Well, I was back to where I started. On the streets and starving. The two most important people had just died. I was there to watch them as the last breath they had escaped them. I hadn’t let out even one tear. Boys don’t cry.
Why did Father Maxwell say God would protect us? Why was he wasting his time? If…if there was a God…why did He let this happen? It was so hard to believe anything Father and Sister Helen had said. How could I? But they wouldn’t lie.
I was walking down the street in the pouring rain, trying to think all these things through and trying to figure out the answers. It was so cold. I had a few scrapes on my body because I kept bumping into the walls when I was going through the passageway. My knee hurt pretty bad, so I was limping, which got me some stares from some people.
I must have looked pretty bad because some people were hiding their children as I passed. That didn’t bother me much though. I was too busy thinking to worry about them.
My leg finally gave out from under me and I collapsed onto the hard cement. I fell right on my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I laid there, letting the cold, harsh rain fall on me. I could hear someone talking to me, but I didn’t answer back. I wanted to die right then and there.
“Hey, kid? You okay?” It was a male, who sounded to be a teenager. Dude? Do I look okay to you? Some people ask the stupidest questions, including myself. See, at least I admit my faults.
“Hey, kid…get up. You’re gonna get a cold or something even worse.” He pushed my shoulder lightly. I wanted to smack him so he’d leave me alone, but my body wouldn’t let me.
I felt myself being picked up by strong arms. I couldn’t open my eyes. Stupid body won’t listen to me.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay.” He had a gentle voice. Gentle voice or not…the guy could be some thug that wants to make some easy money. Since my body wasn’t working right at the moment, I couldn’t really dispute about it. Finally the bliss of sleep had taken over my body. That last thing I heard was, “Poor kid.” Yeah, poor me.
I woke up to the sound of water running. I opened my eyes, wincing at the pain at the same time. My whole body still ached. I looked around and found myself in a little bedroom with pictures of Army men. A case was hanging beside the bed that held army metals.
Next to me on the night table was a picture of a young boy in an army suit. Next to him was another man, older and scrappy. I picked up the picture and stared at it. Both guys had blue eyes and they both had dark brown hair.
“Oh, you’re awake. Ohayo[1].” I looked up and saw the same boy in the picture. Blue eyes, dark brown hair, and a lithe body. His eyes were very placid and warm.
“You seem to be a lot better. How do you feel?” He walked up to the bed and sat next to me. He put his hand on my forehead and smiled. “You seem to be fine. I made you some soup, I’ll be back.”
He seemed to be a nice guy. He looked to be around his early 20s. The guy in the picture must be his father. I put the picture back as he came into the room, holding a silver tray with a bowl of hot soup and a spoon.
“Here, eat up. You’ll need it.”
I stared at the soup, hoping it would suck me into it so I wouldn’t have to live anymore. I was a weird kid…still am.
“It’s not going to eat itself, ya know.” he said, a bit too smugly for me.
I looked up at him and made a face. I heard him chuckle as he got up.
“So do you want it or not? ‘Cuz I’ll eat it myself.”
I took the spoon and started to swirl it around in the soup. I sighed and took a sip.
“Ita-ta-ta-ta[2]!” I yelled, flinging my arms around. The soup had burned my tongue and it hurt!
I heard the guy cracking up. He walked over to me and took the bowl from my lap.
“It is called hot soup, ya know. You gotta blow on it so it’ll cool down.”
I glared at him. Yeah, Heero wasn’t the first to learn how to glare.
“Here, try it now.” he said after blowing on the spoon with some soup on it. He brought the spoon to my lips. I wasn’t a baby, I could feed myself.
I turned my head as he brought the spoon up. He sighed and put the spoon back in the bowl.
“Fine, do it yourself.” He got up and left the room. He looked pretty irritated. I’m so good at doing that.
I picked up the spoon and blew at the soup. See, I could do it.
After I got done eating, he came in and took the bowl and tray away. He didn’t look angry anymore. He looked as if he had been crying. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I was too stubborn.
“Well…you’re feeling better right? Uh…where do you live? I need to get you back home to your parents.” he said softly.
I looked down at my hands that were in my lap. Home? Parents? I had neither of those. I felt tears well up in my eyes.
He sighed and sat next to me. “Do you have a family?” he asked sweetly.
I shook my head timidly. I had no one.
“Oh…well you can stay here for awhile. I’ll figure out the rest.” For a while. What about after? He’ll figure it out. Gree~at.
He got off of the bed and headed out the door of the bedroom. He turned and looked at me.
“You got a name?” he asked.
“Maxwell. It’s…it’s not my real name…I don’t know my real name. They called me Max at the church.”
“Okay Max. Well, at least ya talk. My name is Solo.”
Solo. That sounded like such a cool name. A cool name for a cool guy, ne?
“I’ll be back. I gotta make a few calls. Be back in a sec.” He left the room and closed the door after himself. Gee, I wonder who he’s gonna call. He wants to get rid of me already.
I slowly got off the bed and limped over to the metal case. There were gold, silver, and copper metals.
“Oh, those are my dad’s metals that he got while he was in the Army.” I jumped as I heard his voice. That was quick. He already found someone to take me.
He walked around the bed and over to me. “He was the best soldier there. Everyone knew him for his excellency in combat. They called him “Joe Ripper” ‘cuz of how good he was. He could take out so many jets…and when he was on ground, he could shoot ten people in an instant. He carried around this blade lookin’ thing and he’d slit all the guys throats after he shot them. Guess that’s where they got ‘Ripper’ from.”
People admired this guy? Could he be any more gruesome? I looked up at Solo and it looked as if he were to cry.
He noticed me staring and he cleared his throat. “Well, anyways…uhh…guess you’ll be stayin’ here with me, huh?” He smiled and patted my head.
“Well, another mouth to feed…now I’ll surely go broke.” he said despairingly.
I looked down at the floor. It seemed I was a burden. Great.
I felt myself being picked up again by the same strong arms.
“I have to show you around, don’t I? It’s a small place, so there won’t be much to show.” He walked out of the room, still carrying me in his arms.
The place was a small apartment. It wasn’t a nice looking place, but it seemed cozy at the time. There were a few leak stains on the ceiling and some of the plaster looked like it was going to give out soon.
“Uh…well this is it. Not what I call home, but it’s something.” He was a very logical guy. I liked him already. This wasn’t going to be so bad.
“Arigato[3]…” I said, barely above a whisper.
“Huh? For what?” he asked.
I stared at the floor before I answered him. “Thanks for…letting me stay…”
“Oh…no problem kid! I wasn’t gonna leave you out there all alone.”
“I’m…I’m use to it.”
He looked at me strangely. I wondered at what was going through his head. He came up closer to me and held out his hand. I shyly took it and he led me to the kitchen.
“I got some cake. Wanna eat some with me? And while we are eating…I want you to tell me more about yourself. Well…that’s if you want to. You don’t have to…but I’d like to know more about you. You are going to be staying here with me, so we should get to know each other more,” he said.
I guess I could tell him. It wasn’t going to kill me or anything…but it hurts so much. I nodded and he led me to the fridge.
“Great.” he said, smiling at me. He took out a box of chocolate cake and placed it on the kitchen counter. He took it out of the box and cut two slices.
“Here ya go, kid,” he said, giving me a slice. He slid a fork in my direction. “Eat up.”
I started eating it slowly, my eyes still focused on Solo. Why was he helping me? He must feel sorry for me…just like everyone else.
I realized he had started talking. For a moment I could not hear him. My ears seemed to be malfunctioning. I hit my ear with the palm of my hand, hoping it would start to work again.
Solo looked at me quizzically. My hearing suddenly came back and I could hear Solo chuckling.
“What’s so funny? My ears stopped working! That’s not funny!” I said irritably.
“That was too cute, kid. Stopped working,” he said in between laughter, “That is so adorable!”
I glared at him. Great, what am I? Entertainment? I stared at him, waiting for his laughter to end.
“I’m not adorable and cute!” I said stubbornly. I crossed my arms over my chest and grunted.
“Fine, you don’t have to be if ya don’t wanna be.” he said.
“Good.”
“Alrighty then.”
“M’kay.”
“Cutie.”
I glared at him again. He was starting to get on my last nerves.
“Okay, okay. Now,” he said, waving his hand around, “you said you’d tell me about yourself. Tell away, kid. Oh, and just to be even…I’ll tell you about me.”
“Well, can I at least sit down? My feet hurt.” I said.
“Oh right, your feet might stop working.” he said, laughing at his O’ so awesome joke.
I glared at him again. Wow, it was starting to become a habit. He motioned to the couch in the living room and told me to sit. I could have figured that out on my own, thank you.
“Lets get started.” Geez, this guy was persistent.
I started to play with the end of my braid. It was really messing. All the hair was coming out of the band. Now who was going to braid it…Sister Helen…she…my head snapped up as I felt someone’s eyes on me. Solo’s eyes had been on me, staring as if he were trying to figure me out.
“I…I have no…family…or friends. I lived on the streets…all by myself,” I saw Solo nod as if he understood me, “Father Maxwell…and Sister…Sister Helen found me and…they let me stay at the church with them. Then…then Oz came…and they…they,” I felt tears rise up and I felt that I was going to lose it. Solo reached up and hugged me. He was so warm. My whole body was trembling and I didn’t know if I could hold my tears any longer.
“It’s okay, Max. Let it all out.” I felt his fingers in my hair as he smoothed it out.
“…” I didn’t know if I could go on. But I knew I had to tell him.
“Max, c’mon. You can tell me.” he said soothingly.
“They came…and killed…they killed Father…and they killed Sister Helen. They took them away!” My body shuddered as I talked. Solo’s hand caressed my back. He held me tightly, whispering to me.
“It’s okay. You’ll be okay with me.” he said softly.
I felt my eyes get heavy and I knew I was falling asleep. I let my eyelids fall, taking me to wonderful harmony again. Solo’s arms wrapped around me and he kissed my forehead.
It felt so warm. I didn’t want to wake up or move. I wanted to stay like this forever.
“Max?” I heard Solo’s voice. It sounded so sweet. I think I loved him already.
“Max?” He wasn’t going to leave me alone, was he? I opened my eyes to Solo’s welcoming face.
“Glad you woke up. Listen…I need to go to work. You have to stay here, k?”
I felt my whole world fall. He was going to leave me all by myself?
“Iie[4]!” I yelled. I don’t know why I was so angry all of a sudden. He was just going to work. He was going to come back.
“Nani[5]?” he asked, a little shocked from my outburst.
“You can’t…you can’t leave me by myself. I don’t want to be all by myself….I’m scared! Don’t go!”
His face twisted in anguish and I could tell he was fighting with himself.
“I have to Max. I need to go to work, or I won’t make any money to be able to live in this apartment. Gomen[6], but I have to.”
I brought my legs up to my chest and rested my chin on my knees. I didn’t know what to say.
He patted my head and smiled. “I’ll bring you something when I get back, k?”
“What am I gonna do when you’re gone? I don’t want to be by myself.”
“Umm…watch some TV. It’ll keep ya busy.”
He got up to leave and I felt lost.
“I’ll…I’ll miss you…” I said. I meant it too. I felt so close to him already.
He turned around and smiled. He walked back to the bed and kissed my forehead.
“Yeah, I’ll miss you too Max. You be a good boy. Don’t mess up the place anymore than it needs to be.”
I smiled…probably my first smile after the incident. He made me feel warm, I didn’t know why.
After he left, I had stayed sitting on the bed thinking of all that had happened. The tears would try to escape but I kept them in. Boys don’t cry. I decided to stop thinking about such depressing things and I went to watch TV.
I never knew that TV could be so exciting. I never really sat down and watched it before. The church didn’t have any. I’d see some when I would pass down streets, but this was the first time I’d ever really got to watch it.
Cartoons, soap operas, talk shows, and….news. It was about the Maxwell Church.
“Everyone that was in the church were all shot. The guns that were used in the massacre belonged to Oz. There are still no clues of what really happened.” The reported went on, but my mind had blocked it all out. They didn’t know what happened. I’m the only one that knows.
“The owner of the church, Father Maxwell, and one of the nuns, Sister Helen, were shot, most likely by the Oz soldiers. But what is puzzling the investigators is that the Oz soldiers were also killed. Did they kill themselves? Or was there someone else? Investigators are still searching for more clues.”
Why would they shoot themselves!? They’re heartless, bastards!! They could never feel!
I felt the blood in my body begin to boil. All of a sudden my eyes blanked out on me and I couldn’t see a thing. I threw my hands out to catch myself as I fell off the couch. I hit the floor, slamming my chin against the side of the coffee table.
I laid there, staring into nothingness. I felt so helpless. The tears began to well up again. My body trembled and convulsed.
Strong arms lightly picked me up. The same arms that saved me from the rain. I couldn’t see, but I knew it was him. He was warm like always. I could stay in his arms forever.
“Solo-sama….I can’t see. My eyes…they aren’t working. Solo-sama…onegai[7], help me.” My body was still trembling in his arms and he tightened his grip.
“It’s okay, Max. You’ll be okay.” Didn’t he say that before?
My hand clutched at his shirt, as I brought myself closer to him. He placed me down on the bed and I felt his warmth leave me. I whimpered at the loss of his arms.
I felt a weight on the bed from behind me. Solo laid next to me, his arms going around my little waist. I felt the warmth again. His face was nestled in the crook of my neck.
“Close your eyes, Max. Go to sleep.” he whispered into my ear.
“Solo-sama….I saw…it was on the news.” I said softly.
“I know…I saw it too.”
“I miss them…I want to…want to go with them.” I said desolately.
“You want to leave me…? I happen to enjoy your company.”
I felt him smile on my neck. I wanted to stay with him. He would take care of me. He was like my big brother now.
I woke up, still in his loving arms. I could see again, but my eyes stung a bit. I turned and looked at his face. He looked so peaceful. I brought up my hand to his cheek. He was so beautiful.
I grinned evilly as I thought of something. I clasped his nose closed with my fingers so he wouldn’t be able to breath. I watched as his face twisted in discomfort. I snickered as he scrunched his nose. I thought I was so evil! Well, it didn’t go the way I wanted it to. He opened his mouth and went back to his peaceful slumber.
I pulled my hand away and growled. I stared at him for a while. A smile played on his face and I heard him chuckle.
“Max is already tryin’ to kill me?” He opened his eyes and grinned.
I smiled back at him. “You’re no fun.” I said cheerfully.
He pulled me closer and kissed my nose. “You look like an angel when you’re asleep. Angels aren’t supposed to try and kill people.”
“I’m not an angel…”
He frowned and looked into my eyes. “Why do you say that?” he asked.
I stared into those intense blue eyes of his. “You said…angels don’t kill people. I…did.” I said.
He looked at me, shock in his eyes. “Did you…did you kill those guys?” he asked hesitantly.
“They killed Father and Sister Helen!!” My body began to tremble again.
“Shh…it’s okay.” Why did he say everything was okay? Nothing was okay, and nothing was going to be all right. Yet even though I didn’t think he was right…I still believed him.
“Come on, you need a shower. Just don’t think about it…forget everything that happened. Everything will be okay.” He got up and led me to the bathroom. He began to unbraid my hair. I pulled away and held onto my hair.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Sister Helen…she’d braid my hair. I don’t want to take it out.”
“Max…you have to. Can I just braid it after you finish taking a shower?”
It didn’t feel right…I had to let her go. I nodded and let him unbraid my hair. His fingers slid through the strands of my hair.
“Such beautiful hair, Max. All the girls are gonna be jealous!” he said.
I turned around and faced him. I heard him sigh.
“Angel…” he whispered.
I felt myself blush and I looked at my feet. Another habit of mine. He came closer to me and began to take off my shirt. He stared at my chest, putting me in a peculiar situation. His hand went to my chest and I jumped. He grabbed something; the necklace Father Maxwell had given me. I had totally forgotten about it.
“Father…gave it to me…before he died.” I said quietly.
“It’s beautiful…” he stared at it, rotating the crucifix to get a better look at it.
He took it off and put it on the counter. “We wouldn’t want it to get ruined, now would we?”
I nodded. I felt my face redden as I realized that the next clothing material that needed to be taken off were my blue slacks.
I heard him laugh. “You seem embarrassed. It’s okay, Max. If you feel uncomfortable then I’ll just let you do it yourself.”
I nodded again. He smiled and went to the bathtub. He turned on the water, and felt to see if it was warm.
“Okay, well it’s all ready. I’m pretty sure they taught you how to shower right?” he smiled and left, closing the door.
“Call me if ya need me, k?” he said from the other side of the door.
“Okay.” I said as I began to remove my pants.
I finished taking a shower and I got out. I dried off myself with a towel and then wrapped it around my body. I needed cloths! Solo had taken my cloths to clean them…so what was I supposed to wear now?
“Solo-sama!” I yelled.
I heard steps coming towards the door. “Hai[8]?”
“Ano[9]…I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Oh…I’ll be back.” I heard him retreating away from the door.
I waited, wondering what he was doing. I heard him coming back and then knocking at the door.
“Max?”
“Hai.”
“I don’t have anything that will fit you at this moment…so you’re gonna have to wear something of mine.”
“Ano…okay.”
“Open the door so I can give them to you.”
“Okay.”
I opened the door and he gave me a t-shirt.
“Ano…I need some…underwear.” I said.
“I don’t have any that’ll fit ya.” he said.
I took the shirt and closed the door. This was going to be a long day.
I came out of the bathroom wearing a Lakers[10] t-shirt that reached my knees. It wasn’t that big…but I wasn’t wearing underwear!! I jumped onto the bed and covered myself.
“Max? Are you okay?” Solo popped into the room.
I nodded, my face turning a bright crimson.
“Hey, ya want me to brush your hair? I’ll braid it too, if ya want.”
I nodded again. I wasn’t a very talkative kid…guess that’s the only thing that’s changed.
He came up to the bed and sat in front of me.
“Turn around.” he said, motioning me around with his hand. I did as he said. It felt so weird as he brushed my hair. I wasn’t use to having someone else brush and braid my hair.
I sighed as he got done braiding my hair. I felt his arms go around my waist and he put his chin on my shoulder.
“Oi[11] Max…I never did tell you about me, did I?” he asked.
“Iie…please tell me.” I wanted to know everything about him.
“Well, lets get started then.” he said as he turned me around so I was facing him.
I looked at him and it looked like he was trying to think of where to begin.
“Okay…well, I was born into a middle class family and we lived here in L2. I was an only child so they spoiled me. Dad,” he said, pointing to the picture of him and his father, “worked for the Army, and mom, she stayed home and took care of the house. I was very close to my dad…I always wanted to grow up and be like him…to be admired. When I was 18, I joined so I could always be around him. He taught me everything he knew. All his friends said I’d be the next Joe Ripper.” He paused and stared at me. “I knew I could never be like him. I didn’t have what it took to be like him. I tried though. I’d always write to my mom and tell her about everything. If I learned a new trick on the jet planes, I’d tell her. If dad taught me how to be sneaky, I’d tell her. She’d write back to me, telling me how quiet it is with out her two favorite boys around. Then, the day came…I would be able to use the skills I learned. I was so excited. I was already packed and ready to leave. My dad came into my dorm and told me that I couldn’t go. ‘It’s too dangerous, Solo. You still have a lot to learn.’ he said. I knew he was right but I didn’t want to believe him. I had to go! ‘I know enough, dad! I want to be out there with you.’ I tried so hard to get him to let me go. But to no avail, he made me stay. He left on the jet. He said he was going to come back to mom and me. The last thing I heard him say was that he loved us both. He never came back…he was shot down and his jet was found in the bottom of the ocean…I felt that I had lost everything,” His voice began to crack and tears streamed down his pale cheeks, “I left the Army after that and….I went back home. My mom…my mom had become ill after she had received the news. A week later she died of grief. They left me…” he said, looking up at me, his eyes telling me he felt my grief, “I’ve had to live my life alone. It’s been only a year and a half…I’ll never forget them.”
I looked at him, pain in my heart. I leaned over and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me back. He knows of what I’m going through.
“Max…” he said, pulling away and wiping the tears from his eyes, “You shouldn’t forget about the people you love either. You just have to understand that…they want you to keep going.”
I nodded and hugged him again. I felt his hands brush against my neck. He was putting on the necklace Father gave me on my neck.
“Never forget…” he said softly.
I woke up again in those warm and loving arms. I turned and looked at him. He was probably awake. I wanted to try it again but I decided not to.
I slowly got out of bed and went to the living room. I sat and stared at the evil TV. I was too scared to turn it on because they might tell me more about the church. I had no idea what time it was. Solo didn’t even have a clock anywhere. Father Maxwell had taught me how to tell time. They taught me things I really needed to know. I missed them so much.
I could feel Solo’s presence in the living room and I turned around to see him trying to sneak up on me. I grinned at him.
“How did ya know I was there? I didn’t even make a sound!” He stared at me with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.
“I could feel you coming.” I said.
“You could…?” He looked really confused.
I turned back around and stared at the blank screen of the TV. It suddenly turned on and I jumped. Solo sat down next to me, with the remote control in his hand. I looked at him, my eyes wide.
“You have to turn it on with the remote, kid. It isn’t gonna turn on by itself.” he said.
I turned my gaze back to the television. He turned it to a cartoon. I didn’t want to see the news and he probably knew that. I stared at the screen, not really paying attention to the cartoon. All I could think about was Sister Helen braiding my hair, and humming a sweet little song.
I started to hum the song and Solo turned his head and looked at me. I kept my gaze at the television, humming softly to myself…maybe humming for Sister Helen too. I started to play with the end of my braid, still humming, and thinking about Sister’s beautiful smile. I kept seeing visions of her. I had nothing from her to keep and remember…except for my hair. I knew I would never cut it. I would never lose my necklace either. Those were the two most important things I had.
Solo was still staring at me. I turned and looked at him, my eyes still wide. He looked worried.
“I keep…I keep seeing Sister Helen…” I said softly.
He nodded. Did he understand? Of course he did, he lost two of the most important people in his life.
I blushed as I realized that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I had forgotten about it. And now that I had remembered, my cheeks had become bright crimson again. Solo was staring at me oddly. Man, he’s gone through a lot of emotions ever since I got here.
I put my hands in my lap and that’s when he realized what was wrong.
“Oh…don’t worry. I called my friend and told her to buy ya some cloths. I’ll have to pay her back. She’ll be here soon.” he said.
I nodded and stared at the coffee table. I felt weight leave the couch. Solo got up and went to the kitchen. He came back with a cup of orange juice. He handed me the cup and told me to drink up. He said I needed it. I must have looked really bad.
“Did they really feed you at the church? ‘Cuz you look like skin and bones, kid.”
I nodded and drank the orange juice. They fed me really good. I just had good metabolism.
I heard a knock at the door and Solo got up saying that was probably Julia. I got up and followed him. He opened the door and a tall, blonde girl with bright blue eyes in a black t-shirt and denim jeans walked in. She was holding two bags with probably my cloths in them.
She had a sweet, innocent face. She reminded me of Sister Helen because of her smile. I liked her already.
She smiled and hugged Solo, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He took the bags from her and told her to sit down. She looked at me and smiled.
“So this must be the angel. He’s looks cuter than you said Solo.” she said as she kneeled in front of me and kissed my cheek. She pinched my cheek and got back on her feet.
Solo led her to the couch and they both sat down. Solo gestured for me to come sit in between them. I did as he wanted.
Julia’s arm snaked its way around my neck and she brought me closer.
“I brought you some cloths. Want to go and try them out?” she asked sweetly.
I nodded and she handed me a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a pack of underwear . I went to the room and changed. The jeans were also black. Aren’t angels supposed to wear white?
I came out and got welcoming smiles.
“Oh! He’s so adorable! Such an angel!” Julia beamed. She came up to me and fixed my t-shirt.
“Yeah, he does look like an angel,” Solo said, “but did you bring any other color?”
“Huh? Oh! Of course!” She went back to the bag and pulled out a dark green t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. She came back up to me and told me to try them on.
I went back and changed. I felt weird for some reason. I left the room and waited for their comments.
Both Julia and Solo nodded. Guess they liked it.
“Looks good on ya, kid. Hey, Julia? You hungry?” he asked, turning to Julia.
“Actually…I am.” She said shyly.
“Great! Let’s all go out to eat. Come on Max.” He put his hand out and I took it. Julia got out a pair of socks and handed them to Solo. He put them on my feet and then he put on my shoes. He treated me like a baby. I could do all that by myself.
All three of us left out the door and went to get something to eat. I got to hang out with two cool people. I already loved them. I felt so content. Everything was turning out to be all right, just like Solo said.
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