Quincy had been waiting for almost like an hour busy waiting anxiously while sitting by the bus station, the sun was about to go down and nightfall was approached, he had been waiting there so so long. He actually got bored and started playing with rocks throwing them to the other side of the street.
Yes, Quincy wasn't the person with that many talents but when it came to precision and aim no one could actually defeat him, he was a champion in bow and arrow, so the thing that he was aiming at was a bus sign that he'd been practicing on for as long as he could remember.
The poor sign had been pierced and battered most people assumed that the holes on that bus sign were actually bullet holes, which raised more questions among the citizens. Since none ever recalled having heard gun shots or anything related to that.
Quincy was super bored that he was now lying on the bench facing up seeing the sun go down, tossing up a rock then catching it.
Ms. Darcy an old lady who no one really knew where she lived or when she ever goes home, because they'd actually see her sitting by herself feeding pigeons crumbs of bread.
She was way old for someone to be still alive at her age, Ms. Darcy had a wrinkled face, her eyes doubtful barely could open and allowed her to see, she had pure white snowy her. She even used a wooden old but classic stick, and each step she took was so steady and so slow... If she was on the other side of the street and her crossing over this side, let's just say the sun would rise up again.
Without any warning Ms. Darcy tried to sit down on the bench almost sitting on top of Quincy's young face.
He'd never dodged anything so fast before in his entire life, "Woah! Ms. Darcy please don't sit on my face."
"Huh, who's there?" Ms. Darcy still hasn't sat her butt down.
"It is I ma'am, Quincy Reigns." Quincy introduced himself.
Ms. Darcy has no idea who that was, "Huh? Are you a crook trying to mug me?"
"What? No way, I'd never do that to you, you do know that my mom is a cop right? So if I mug you she'd arrest me herself." Quincy trying to dodge the pointy stick that Ms. Darcy was carelessly waving around.
"Then tell me who you are before, I knock you out myself. Don't you know I used to be in the war, so I'm a skilled fighter."
Ms. Darcy drops her stick and forms her wrinkly old little fists.
Quincy couldn't help himself but burst out of laughter, "Aren't you too old to be making up stories?"
He sat down and picked up her stick off the ground and placed it in her hand.
"Why do you sound so familiar?" Ms. Darcy asked.
"Really, who do I sound like?" Quincy facing her.
"You sound like that little rascal who used to be a nuisance around here, busy being chased by the police and giving me trouble, all the time." Ms. Darcy remembering something.
Obviously Quincy knew exactly who she was talking about but as he was about to take interest and ask who, because he liked the stories she'd tell about that person.
Jade, Evelyn and Holland came all dressed to kill, plus Ms. Darcy on the other hand was now falling asleep.
"Hey sorry we came late, someone was busy acting like a three year old, planning to back out." Jade looking at Evelyn.
"I told you guys, I don't feel well." Evelyn said while avoiding everyone's eyes.
Jade just scoffed.
Then Holland saw Ms. Darcy sleeping, "Wow! She's really old, how old is she two hundred, two fifty?"
Holland busy poking Ms. Darcy.
"Stop it she's only ninety eight." Jade trying to stop Holland from disturbing her.
"Are you really certain that's she's alive?" Holland continued to touch her.
"How about we go girls and let poor Ms. Darcy rest."
Quincy stood up and led the way, they left Ms. Darcy all alone sleeping by the bench the streets were starting to get a little crowded, and Quincy was sure that nothing bad could happen to her, she was loved by the whole town.
Walking up in front, Quincy didn't really say much words since the girls came and began their tour, he had his hands tucked away on his hoodie pockets, just walking around kicking every stone, rock that he saw.
The girls were behind mumbling something that he couldn't quite catch himself, their first destination he took to the town's oldest statue.
The statue of Mizeal, the statue that is so famous the legend says that this statue was the statue of a demon who was so tired off how things were done in hell, that he wanted change. So he came to their town and fell in love with a young maiden.
That was a very interesting way to start up a tour, already the girls were hooked taking pictures.
Then he took them to the most hospot chill place that all teenagers loved and was a hit on Fridays.
"Ladies, welcome to Big Al's one stop shop." Quincy showed them around.
Big Al came to take their order, "Well, if it isn't my favourite customer. What is up Quincy?"
"Nothing much Al, I see you are already packed up for a Friday." Quincy looking around.
"Kid, did your mom send you here to scout some problem?" Big Al getting suspicious of Quincy.
Quincy laughed, "Relax Al, today you can rest assured that I'm not here to burst you up for your rodents."
Big Al placed his hand on Quincy's mouth, "Hey, now you will make me lose business, what's wrong with you?"
Quincy leans forward, "You know all you have to do is buy my silence."
Big Al sigh, "You know kid, you are just as tricky and conniving just like your old man."
"You know he taught me everything that I know." Quincy answered.
"It figures, so what can I get for you and your friends?" Big Al admitting that he was outsmarted.
Quincy turns to look at the girls, "So, what do you guys feel like getting?"
"Are you sure you can afford it?" Jade not sounding so sure.
"Don't worry Jade, I got it." Quincy tapping Big Al's chest.
Big Al shocked and shares this intensive look with Quincy.
"So what do you girls feel like trying out?" Big Al asked them.
"No, I don't think we can bother you, we could just get something at the supermarket." Jade not wanting to feel like she's being rude.
Holland pushed Jade out of the way, "Uhm hello, please speak for yourself."
Holland looked at the menu and looked at what she might order, there were a lot of variety of good food she could order.
"So, Big Al what do you have for us?" Holland asked.
"Well for you poor souls, who have to be stuck with him I'd say you deserve anything you want." Big Al cleaning his counter.
"Well, if that's the case can we please get ice cream." Jade ordered.
"Ice cream?" Holland caught off guard.
"We're already late." Jade whispered.
Holland did look outside and saw that the moon was already up, and she just agreed with whatever Jade said.
Big Al did give them their ice cream that they asked for, and they left the place.
Still Quincy was walking up in front, still doing what he was doing busy kicking around stones and rocks he came across, truth be told he was actually feeling a bit sad. Nothing went the way he'd anticipated in his head.
The girls were still mumbling something amongst themselves, so Jade decided to catch up with Quincy.
"Hey, I'm sorry if things aren't going according to the way you planned."
"What are you talking about?" Quincy lost.
"Look, I know that you had planned this amazing even for us, or should I say for me and here we are ignoring you, also we were late too." Jade tried to apologize.
Feeling a bit flattered that she was being considerate of his his feelings, "Hey it's not your fault, but are you guys have a good time though?"
Jade looked back, "I don't know about the others but I am."
Behind them Evelyn had a brochure of the town, while going through it she saw something.
Without any warning to the others she just stopped.
"Now, why have you stopped?" Holland busy licking her ice cream.
Evelyn didn't answer and just continued to be taken, by whatever she was looking at.
Jade who was walking with Quincy stopped and went to check up on her.
"Evelyn, is everything okay?"
"What is this place?" Evelyn asked.
Both Jade and Holland couldn't answer her question because they had no idea what the heck was what they were looking at.
Quincy looking at their cute faces trying to figure out what they were looking at, he decided to go and check what was the thing giving them that much headache.
To his surprise.