Note:Ending it here is pretty suspenseful, before you read the next batch of parts.
here, still not too many changes.
and noah, im sorry, but a drunk mom never around adds to the story!!!

Vodka

James was beginning to get worried now. It had been a week since he last saw Nate.
And that was when he ran crying out of the orchestra room, he thought miserably.
He tried expressing his fears to Maxie, who had been delivering Nate’s homework to his front porch everyday for the past week.
“Well if you’re so worried,” she snapped at him, “YOU deliver his homework!”
She then proceeded to shove a number of books and papers at him, and stomp down the hall.
And that’s how I got here, he thought to himself as he stood gawking like an idiot outside of Nate’s house.
It sure is big, he thought in awe. Maybe if I put the books on the stoop and leave, he’ll think Maxie did it.
James began to put down the books, when the door opened, revealing a small blonde woman in a pink bath robe, decked with hair curlers and the strong smell of vodka.
“Hello,” she said, looking him up and down, smiling, “are you the new pool boy?”
“What?” said James turning red, “No, I’m a friend of Nate’s from school. I brought his homework!” he said hurriedly, practically shoving the books into her perfectly manicured hands.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I haven’t seen Nate for, well, about a week. He said he was staying at a friend’s or something. I was wondering why these books were being left on our doorstep-“
“What?!” said James, surprised, “Wait, which friend?”
The woman blinked (startled by his rudeness). “Oh, I believe the name was James,” she said with a curious expression. “Why, do you know him?”

Realize

You’re so stupid! James thought as he walked through the billowing snow, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!
Nate’s mom’s voice ran through his head, “No, I’m quite sure he has not been home in a week. But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if only you were here, teehee <3...”
“Blegh,” James said wretching slightly inside his mouth. The snow would have normally been considered pretty, but right now it seemed like a death wish to a runaway homeless teenager.
An Emo runaway homeless teenager, James thought bitterly. He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore.
Was he looking for Nate? Was he going home? Was he looking for an excuse to get away from that insane mother?
(Most likely being the latter) But James did not know. He was just letting him anywhere they were going. All he wanted right now was someone to talk to, but there was no one.
Maxie hated him, Nate was gone, everyone at school thought he was a violent nutcase, he had no one to turn to...
Except...
James turned around and began to sprint, wondering why he didn’t think of it sooner.

Church

James’ feet came to a sudden halt. His chest heaved and his heart threatened to break his bodily limits of too fast.
But at least he was there. He gazed at the sign:
Rosewood Church
He walked through the gate.