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It was a usual day in the quiet town of Culver, Indiana. Or so they thought. The town was fairly small, and not much changed by year, if any at all. Until, that day, a chain of red and white ambulances, and police cars raced down to the end of the street. Every car driving, not many pulled to the side of the road and let the multiple emergency service vehicles fling past them. One of the local stores was reported to be criminals that were robbing the store. They were taking some of the store's products, and most important to any criminal, the money.
The authorities were speeding past to get to the store as fast as possible, hopefully before the thieves had fled. There were multiple hostages, around 10 total in the store. 2 of them, children in the candy aisle, just to get some sweets. But, they didn't know that their weekly trip would flip a mood faster than a teenage girl. They both look at each other, one, a twelve year old boy with long, silky, brown hair, tied back into a low ponytail. The other, also a boy, fourteen, with slick and short hair, buzzed in the back and the sides.
The boys look at each other, both of their eyes filled with pure terror and anxiety. The older boy swallowed hard. They were both on the floor, trying not to get hurt, per the criminals orders, with a death threat. The boys only wanted their candy, but now all they wanted, was to get out without getting hurt. The crooks were caught red handed by the police, just as they were making their way out.
"Stop right there! Hands up, drop your weapon!" The officers shouted, behind the opened doors of their car, pointing their handguns toward the criminals, in case they had fired. The boys had both sighed in relief, the blonde boy, Decker, starts to stand up, while the other boy, Quebec, pulled his ankle to make him stay low. The blonde boy looks at Quebec. He had shook his head as a response to Decker getting up. They eavesdrop into the police and criminal's conversation. They both could hear the clicks of the handcuffs.
The hostages were released and only one was hurt, not severely, but thankfully nobody had died, or gotten severely hurt. Quebec turned to the blonde-haired boy.
"Are you hurt?" He had asked Decker in a quiet and deep tone, and helped him up off the tile floor.
"No. Just..." Decker answered, pausing for a moment. "Shook up a little." He finishes. Quebec nods, agreeing. "What's your name?" Decker added, looking up at the boy, who was now much taller than him, by quite few inches.
"Quebec," He answered, quietly. He wasn't much of a social person. He looks at Decker, straight in the eyes. "And you?"
"Ah, Decker." He replied with a stutter. He looked away, spooked by how tall and intimidating Quebec was. Quebec quickly broke eye contact as well.
"See you around, I guess." He trailed off, as he grabbed a small bag of caramel candy. Decker nods, and turned to grab his usual, a bag of Sour Patch Kids. He headed to the cashier to check out after he had gotten tea, and a small pack of Oreos. He checked out, paid, and went home.
Decker thought about what had happened, after his mother greeted him home, making sure he was alright. He lay on his bed, and stares into the ceiling, drowned in his thoughts. I swear I've seen him before, Decker thought. He decided to drop the subject, and ear his candy, while watching his daily dose of television.
"Dinner is ready! Decker, Xena!" Decker's mother, Yelena called out, while the two raced down the stairs, Decker nearly falling.
"You klutz." Xena teased, giggling, and finished down the stairs first, Decker quickly following behind, grumbling. They both sat at the table, the fourth seat empty, as always. Their father left them when they were young, but their mom stayed to take care of them.
They both had eaten their dinner, after thanking their mother for the delicious feast. Decker had finished first, Xena finished second. They try to sneak up without washing their dishes, but their mother caught them, and called them out, politely.
"Make sure to wash your dishes." Mother told the two children, and they groaned, slouching, and making their way over to the kitchen sink, caring for the plates and silverware. Their mother kissed both children goodnight. Xena was evidently tired, and she smiled softly and made her way upstairs, yawning. Decker pouted, since he wasn't tired, but went upstairs to his bedroom anyways.
They went to bed, and had woken up in the morning. It was Sunday now, and Decker jumped up out of bed, getting changed out of his pajamas, and into a fire engine red shirt, with a white baseball cap, white Jordan sneakers, and light blue baggy jeans. He grabs his skateboard, and runs outside, and skates around the neighborhood, his regular weekend routine.
Xena was still fast asleep, she wouldn't wake up until an hour or two later, around when Decker would be back. She would always hear the loud door open up, and wake up. That exact event happened around nine o-clock in the morning. Xena woke up, got dressed, as she could smell the bacon from the kitchen their mother was cooking for her and her brother.
Decker and Xena raced to the kitchen, washed their hands as their mother would instruct them to do. Now it had become a normal habitual routine. They both peeked up into the pan, to see what food she had been preparing for them. She had been preparing scrambled eggs with hashed browns, and a side of bacon. This was the children's favorite, and she knew so.
The two children ate their breakfast, washed their dishes, and went outside, grabbing their bags on the way out. They ride their biked to school, and Decker saw Quebec on the way there.
"Quebec!" Decker calls out to him, hoping to get his attention. Quebec looks in his direction, and waved, then continued on his way to school. Decker sighed softly, and continues to do the same. He wanted to talk to the boy he had met the other day, but just didn't have the confidence. If he wanted to become friends with Quebec, it was going to be a long, awkward, and quiet ride for this one.
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