He should have been thrilled to be away from the cold Minnesota winters, but he hated heat as much as he hated cold so he would be uncomfortable no matter what. He watched a spider build a web on the glass and thought about calling him mother to let her know he was safely at his father's, if you could call staying at a boarding house your father owned staying with dad. Mom wouldn't be home of course, and dad was busy buying new furniture for his new house. He didn't even pick Trez up at the airport, telling him that they would have dinner soon. Trez had used Uber and had felt like they would go crashing into the back of another car at any moment. He had never been happier to get out of the little car that had been driven by the dark haired hippie who kept trying to sell him shrooms.
His stomach rumbled and he quickly ran a thin hand through white hair that was in need of a cut. Maybe that's what he needed to stop the ever consuming depression that he couldn't seem to shake. He needed to reinvent himself and forget the past, walk away from the crushing pain that wouldn't let him sleep. He would go out to find food and maybe pick up some hair dye and a pair of scissors. Trying to be quiet, he stepped into the dirty hallway that smelled even worse than his room and quickly headed down the creaking stairs. He shouldered his backpack, reached for the doorknob and froze as a voice cut the silence.
The sun was setting as he made his way back to the boarding house. He went silently up to his room to finish unpacking. He took a dog eared King book from his backpack and laid on the bed. The sun was gone and the room was dusky when he put the book down and tried to close his eyes. He was drifting when the door to his room creaked open on its own. Trez sat up and was startled by the sound of footsteps. They moved to the bed and stopped. Scared, he reached for the lamp and was stopped by a light on the wall. It was pink and flashing off and on. He watched it for a moment more before turning on the lamp and getting up. The footsteps now forgotten, he looked out the grimy window to the alley below and wasn't surprised to see that the light came from a single door that was opening and closing as kids came to it.
Trez found himself in a long, dimly lit hallway that looked right out of a horror movie. The pink light was actually a pink flashing hand. It reminded him of something you would see at one of those phony psychic reading places. He moved down the dirty hallway with sagging walls and peeling paint, hurrying to the end until he hit a black cloth covering a door and found himself in a huge cavernous room. So it was a club of some kind. There was a long bar against one wall and a stage against the other. Loud techno music blasted from speakers over his head and Trez was again reminded of home and Prince's club, First Ave. He had spent too many all age nights at First Ave high on whatever pill was being handed out and dancing for what felt like years.
He found his way out and watched the dancers a bit until he found himself at the bar. He bought a cheap watered down beer and stood close to the door. He eventually went back to the ball pit room and sat down. He was going to force down his beer and go home.
Trez looked over and his gaze was met by a kid who looked a hell of a lot younger than he was, maybe 15. He wore colorful clothes and had bright blue spiked hair and a warm smile. His eyes were green cat's eye contacts.
"I'm fine. This beer is shit," he lied, and was happy to see that the twins were gone.
"New here?" Emo boy handed him an almost full bottle of something as colorful as he was. Trez wanted to smell it first but took a drink anyway and was happy to find it to be a rum of some kind.
"Skyqueen? I thought I recognized you." Trez nodded and took another drink. He certainly wasn't about to tell the kid he had seen all his videos, including the stupid gaming ones.
"I don't do videos anymore." Sky's mouth pulled down at the corners. "After Rex a bunch of us quit our channels."
"That's stupid. You made great content and I love your artwork. Im Trez, and I think you're the first person other than the Uber driver and the landlady to actually talk to me."
"Oh god. You're at the boarding house. That woman is bat shit crazy!" Sky laughed, shook his head, and sat down. "If she hits on you, say no."
"Ish. Not my type." Trez looked away with a grin.
"Oh? you got a type?" Sky arched an eyebrow at him. "You look like an upper class straight kid on vacation and slumming it on your first trip to the big city."
"If you only knew."
"Time. I need to get back." Trez stood up and set the bottle down. "Thanks for the drink."
"Like I'm going to let you vanish on me? Hell no. Drink with me."
"I used to be the best in the city, you know. Rex always said that." Sky was suddenly on his kneels and tugging at Trez's jeans. "My friend Raven and I had this running bet..."
Trez stood up and grabbed Sky's arms, hauling him to his feet. He looked into those exotic green eyes and melted a little. "Stop. Neither one of us want this." That was a lie, but he wasn't going to tell Sky that, although he was pretty sure Sky could see his obvious need.
"Only with guys I really like, and I haven't done this since Rex died."
"Look. I just lost a lot of friends and someone I was close to. You don't have to do this."
"We have to hurry and do it then." Sky grabbed Trez by the neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
"That's some freaky shit, dude."
Even though his tummy rumbled, he went up the stairs. His head was pounding and he wanted to do nothing more than to cry himself to sleep. Tomorrow was another day in a new town. It was a new start and a new beginning. He would have to be careful, at least for now. Perhaps he could track down the woman Sky had talked about and see what he could do about letting go of the dead. Exhausted, he fell into bed with his shoes still on, dreaming of running though the corn with Jessie, but this time they didn't make it out.