Chapter 1

It was the week before 11th grade started, my best friend Adam Mayor and I were riding down the back roads
of our town of Stargazer Washington, trying to bask in our last weeks of freedom. I could feel the sun beating down on my
back, causing me to sweat and for my black Doors t-shirt to stick to my back like glue. The smell of honeysuckle and lilac
filled my nose, I loved that smell it always made me feel chipper even during the most frustating moments of of my life. Our
bike ride today was silent, the only sounds made were our wheels going over the pavement, and the sound of Adams rusty
old bike chain. The sound made me look over at him.
The breeze blew through his long ratty curls, he was trying to look like Jimmy Paige or Roger Daltry. The blowing of his
hair exposed something not most people including I saw alot, his face. Slowly his lucious pink lips moved as he murmered
the words to "Master of Puppets."  His blue eyes scanned the road ahead of us,  by far his eyes were the most beautiful
part of him, they looked good no matter what. My eyes lowered slowly scanning past his long legs and his boots to the rusty old bike
chain.

A frown forms on my face, despite the lilac, " Adam." I called

" Hunter." he called back, mocking a girls voice.

" Maybe you should get that bike chain fixed." I advised.

I could hear him laughing softly, " The bike chain is fine, it gives the bike character." he replied.

I rolled my eyes, " Wow, thanks for thinking I am superficial jerk, thats a real nice thing to think about your best friend." I said, with fake hurt
in my voice.

" Don't play the hurt feeling card with me Monroe, you know I don't have a concsious."

I stick out my lower lip, " I am only making a suggestion, that will stop you from crashing, which would lead to your death proving me right." I tell him

" Isn't that sweet." he teased.

I shrugged my shoulders, " Although I am not sure which sounds worse to you, me being right or death."

Adam takes in a deep breath, " Well if we have to go there.....you being right definately." he finally responded

" But, I thought you would be used to it by now." I retort.

He shook his head, " Hunter, Hunter, Hunter, I am older therefore I am always right."

I scoffed at him, " By nine months you doucherocket."

Although we were best friends, Adam and I were opposites. He was choclate and I was vanilla, he was sour I was sweet. I was the salt
he was the pepper. While I was stuck at home doing homework and making grades trying to get out of this bumblefuck of a town, Adam was out partying
and having fun, fun that I only indulged myself with on weekends and summers. He was the fearless type, the idea of a risk didn't scare him what so ever.
As for me, the thought of change scared the living shit out of me. The only thing we really had in common was our taste in music, he loved classic rock
I loved classic rock, but could such a small trivial thing hold a friendship together, and for so long?

His face turns bright red with laughter, " Did you just call me a doucherocket?" he questioned, between fits laughter.

I peddled ahead of him, " Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" I shouted back

" Thats it you're getting it Monroe!" he shouted back

We are on a giant hill, most likely the biggest hill in Stargazer,as small children Adam and I would make a habit of racing down the hill.
We stopped when we were about 12 though after I fell off my bike and scraped my face open, this was our first time back on the hill in a long time
on our bikes. It felt amazing going down the hill, the wind going through my shoulder length red hair. It sent a jolt of adreneline through my body,
but that feeling was soon killed, by the loud clank.

" Yo Fuzzy, you okay." I shouted, using his old childhood name

There was no answer on his part so I quickly peddled to the bottom of the hill and hopped off. I looked up to where we were last, and didn't
see him only his crunched up red 5 speed smashed into the guardrail.