Timmy was a boy, don't go saying shit we both know isn't true."

I had learned everything I knew about talking to people from Peter, he'd made it like a game, teaching me things for fun, but really in the end, he'd helped mold me into a person I never dreamed I could be.

"Mac, lets just say I am able to talk to him for once and he is gay?"

Mac nodded laughing.

"Shut up I'm being serious okay? By some great chance he's gay, and he possibly ends up liking me, I have massive amounts of baggage. Most normal people wouldn't want to deal with it, and I don't blame them, but what if he found out? Do you honestly think that he would stick around from very long?"

"God, you're looking for a soul mate, and all Rhonda wanted was for you to get laid," Mac said and stood up.

I dropped my head into my hands and laughed. My family is so fucked up.

"Listen Cam, I don't know what he wants, I don't even know if he is looking for someone to date, but I do know that he's a good kid. Remember that he's Emily's grandson okay?"

I nodded and stood also. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't run the next time that I would at least talk to him once. I was never too good at keeping promises to myself though.

*******

"So what you are saying is... you would rather get drunk than talk to me?" Wes asked. He'd called me about the same time I'd gotten home to change clothes.

"No I'm saying that John called and asked me to meet him at the bar at nine, which is about ten minutes from now." I said and sat down on my bed to pull my shoes on.

"Who the hell is John?" Wes asked his voice loud.

"He owns the gas station."

This was getting ridiculous. But I could somewhat understand why Wes was acting so weird. I hadn't seen him in a week, and even though we were brothers, we were best friends too. I never thought that my leaving would affect him so much, but it did, and I was starting to feel guilty.

"What were you doing at the gas station?" I don't own a car, scared of driving.

"I walk by there everyday Wes, he's just a local being nice, trying to welcome me, don't be mean," I said. I felt like he was getting too jealous, and I didn't know how to fix it. "I'll call you when I get home okay?" Wes mumbled something before saying bye and hanging up.

I walked down the roads toward the bar, hurrying, not wanting to be rude by being late. When I got there, John was no where in sight. I let out a sigh of relieve, I didn't mind that he was late, I was just glad I hadn't kept him waiting. I walked up to the bar and sat in a stool but neither Mac nor his "good-for-nothing" kid was in sight.

"Hey Mac, you around?" I called out, thinking they were in the back room. "I'm stealing a beer," I said and pulled a mug I knew to be under the bar out, and filled it up from the tap.

There were only a