The boy with the grey eyes

I Don't Dance

We pulled up to a small run down house, in a run down neighborhood. It looked worse than where we lived but at the same time it looked better, it looked like people helped each other out here, it looked like a place to raise kids, a place to call home but I knew I didn't want a place like this to call home, Flint is not a place to raise kids. Justin got out of the car and put on his red flannel that looked perfect with light wash jeans, white v-neck and tan boots. I straightened my button up jean shirt, I liked the way it looked with by black leggings, white vans and maroon scarf. I could tell Justin was nervous by the way he taking so many drags, he walked around to my side of the car and scratched the back of his head

"Hey so listen...me and my mom haven't really talked since I was 13...and she doesn't really know we came...", I didn't say anything, I just hugged him cause I knew he needed one, I let go of his hand and interlocked our fingers as we walked through a little white picket fence, a small sidewalk covered in leafs lead to the front of his house, he quickly knocked on the door a few times before he took another drag, as he blew out his smoke the door opened. A women with long Carmel colored hair plans piercing green eyes opened the door, her mouth hung open

"Justin...",

"Hey mom", he toward over her but that didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around his neck when she jumped into his arms

"I'm so sorry for what I did baby...I'm so sorry", I furrowed my eyebrows together, I wondered what she meant but Justin glared at me so I knew not to ask.

"Oh where have my manners gone",

"Since when have you had manners", I heard Justin spit under his breathe, I knew his mom heard it to, but she just chose to ignore it

"This is my girlfriend, Nala",

"Oh Nala like the lion king", I nodded and smiled

"Yeah exactly like the lion king",

"We'll I'm Beverly, but you can call me Bev", she ran a hand through her hair before she spoke again

"Oh please come in", we walked in and I could smell that she was cooking food

"So are you guys gunna be staying long?", I could tell by Justin's face the question she asked made him angry

"Why mom you in a hurry to kick your son out of the house",

"No Justin I was just wondering, we're having a block party tonight, I was just wondering Justin that's all", she said tears brimming her eyes before she stormed off into the kitchen

"Don't be a jerk to your mother", I spat at Justin quiet enough so his mom wouldn't hear

"You don't know what hell it was like growing up with her as a mother", he spat at the same tone

"At least you had a mother! God! Why'd you even wanna come here", he threw his cigarette onto the carpet and stomped it out with his boot.

"I had to come back one last time. Those hand prints on the front step are mine, and up those stairs in that little back bedroom is where I did my home work and I learned to play guitar, and under that live oak, my favorite dog is buried in the yard. I thought if I could touch this place i'd feel it, this brokenness inside me might start healing, out here it's like i'm someone else I thought that maybe I could find myself...",

"Tell me when you find that piece of you Justin", I spat before I stormed off to the kitchen

JUSTIN'S POV

I sat down on the old couch i remember so well, every curve and every bump, I placed my head in my hands

"Justin take your sister and go I have some fucking adult business to talk about here", my mom yelled at me and my 6 year old sister