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in Searles believed that the military would be
a better way to go than working minimum wage at the factory. Troy
was average in intelligence but an excellent athlete; he got to
participate in the playoffs three out of the four years he was in
high school. And yet he never got a scholarship. Andrew wasn’t sure
whether Troy would go to college at some point or not, but it
seemed he would get through life smoothly enough.
    Troy was nice enough to let Andrew
stay at his place for the night—for the price of twenty bucks.
“Still cheaper than a motel,” Andrew said, “and probably cleaner
too, I hope.”
    “Yeah, I like to clean the house
whenever someone’s dropping by for the night. Unless it’s some
drunk guy—they don’t care, I think. Besides, I need the twenty
bucks so I can catch up on my bills.”
    Yeah, “bills.”
    Andrew had this conversation with Troy
the day before so that he didn’t visit Troy’s house without notice
and say, “Can I crash here for the night?”
    It didn’t occur to Andrew that Troy
might have a girlfriend living there, who might have been
displeased having someone she didn’t know staying at the house.
Troy was always a ladies’ man—one of those guys who, although
perverted, managed to hook up easily. He knew quite well how to be
a gentleman, though, so that may have been part of his luck. He was
also a drinker, so there was that to watch out for while staying at
the house as well.
    After ringing the doorbell and waiting
a few seconds, Troy answered the door saying, “Hey! Long time, no
see,” just like in the movies. Andrew replied, “Hey,” and walked
into the living room with Troy. There was a girl sitting on the
couch.
    “Hey Leslie, this is Andrew—I told you
a couple days ago he’s going to stay with us ‘til
tomorrow.”
    “Oh yeah, I heard you mentioning
that.” She had a fake smile going on, and then it changed into a
slight frown as she said, “Dammit Troy, tonight was supposed to be
our special—”
    “I know, I know,” said Troy, walking
over to Leslie to whisper in her ear. Afterwards, he turned back to
Andrew with a trace of guilt in his eyes, but mostly selfishness,
saying, “Looks like you’ll have to sleep on the couch out
here.”
    Andrew looked down onto the couch and
said, “Still better than a ratty motel.”
    “That reminds me—do
you have the twenty bucks?” Andrew handed a twenty-dollar bill to
him as though he was at some motel, with Troy being the clerk.
    Troy was
six-foot-two, somewhat skinny, had brown hair with icy blue eyes,
and pale white skin. During high school, he dressed up like one of
those gangster wannabes that acted cool but never proved it; he had
a cap, a jacket, some baggy jeans that hung below his hips, and
some sneakers. Three of these four items would have skateboard
logos and intricate designs on them—just a trend for teenage
clothes during the 90’s and 2000’s, perhaps, but it sure marketed
well. Today he kept the cap and the sneakers, but everything else
looked more proper. He smoked a lot of marijuana with his buddies
before he joined the military—after that he laid low for a while.
He was smart enough to not risk getting caught from some random
drug test. Most of all, he had this aura about him that made people
guess he got into trouble often; however, he hadn’t been arrested
once. Guess that just makes him lucky. Overall, Troy wasn’t much of
a bad guy to at least visit for a day; Andrew did wish he had found
someone a little better, but he knew it could have been far worse.
    The reason why Andrew decided to stay
at Troy’s place, rather than at someone else’s, was because he was
the only guy he knew well enough that still lived in Searles. He
couldn’t figure out why Troy stayed, but he seemed content enough
with where he was at, so that makes Andrew lucky for finding
him.
    Upon first impression, Leslie looked
like a bitch. Simple as that. One of those girls who looked
attractive now, but would