I wasn't listening. I didn't care to know what he had to say. He was mumbling something about leaving. Leaving Trans-con, I think. He was in near tear... as he eluded to the fact that he might have to reveal some secret of his. I didn't know what he was saying. My focus was on the glass that soon became empty.Within a few minutes, the drug had taken effect. He wasn't feeling good. He felt nauseated. He asked me to help him to the bathroom. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, before I. He could do no wrong, and was the single most important person as far as a vast majority of the town was concerned. His family was more than 80% of the financial backbone of the town since the day it was founded.That was before he quickly hit his “rebellious” phase. Piercings, tattoos, drugs, questionable affiliations, etc. He still had his supporters, who believed he'd grow out of it. A lot more people than you expected followed that line of thought.You wonder how they'd spin the current. And my birth seat number was 59 and I knew it would be at last seat. The moment I reached to vrl bus stand its get started raining and I was searching to sit with my luggage near inside bus stand luckily I found near just behind reservation counter. You people believe it or not just near by a lady with yellow mix red sari sitting, she was just married and age just 3 years older than me. I just sat with innocent and she was alone waiting for bus. I just acted like being innocent I dint open up. ” We logged out. As I started to get dressed, I couldn’t help but wonder why he seemed upset when I wouldn’t dress in front of him. He’s like my brother! That would be weird. So I just shrugged it off as I slid on my flip flops, put on my headband and bag and headed out of the door. *** I was at his house, walking up the driveway to Leo’s house. I was too shy and kept walking with my head down and brushing my dark hair out of my face. I would only know a few people here. The only real.