Should I Go?

"Do you have any idea who sent this?" I ask.

He shook his head, "How will I know?"

Yeah... how will he know?

"Will you go?" I ask.

"Will you?" He asks, not looking at me.

"This letter is for you," I remind him, "Not for me."

"It says I can take a friend."

I snort.

"What is your benefit if you take me? I can't protect you if they attack us."

"It's okay if you don't wanna come along," he says, "I understand."

How in the seven hell can I say 'no' now?

"I'll go," I say at last.

Pete's reaction is immediate. He jumps up, slaps my back (so hard that I'm fairly certain one or two joints get dislocated) and engulfs me in a bear hug.

"I won't thank you cuz I knew you would say yes," He says, I raise my eyebrow, "But thank you nonetheless!"

"Uh... you are welcome," I manage to say, "But you are probably forgetting that I must breathe in order to live."

Pete releases me. Then he stands there, in front of me. Grinning widely.

Humbert is now trying to teach Lolita how to play tennis. I place a bookmark, close the book and put it on my bedside table.

"Don't you find it a little strange?" I ask.

"A little?" Pete snorts, "Man, it's anything but a little strange."

"So why do ya wanna go?" I ask, "To die?"

He seems a little concerned.

"It might be interesting," he says, after a moment.

I raise an eyebrow.

"Whaddya wanna do then?" Pete sounds exasperated, "Wallow in your books?"

"Wallowin' in my books is better than dying in Dragon Street," I state back, "It must be miserable as hell."

"What?"

"Wishing to die at such a young age... what will the love of your life say?!"

Pete's face turns into a deep shade of pink.

"Oooh... someone's blushin'!"

"Shut the hell up," Pete tries to sound serious. But fails miserably.

It's my turn to grin now.

You see, Pete sometimes talks kind of like a philosopher. Shooting all those philosophical nonsense at me from time to time...

I highly doubt that these philosopher's knowledge came from those junk comics he reads. Anyways, Once he told me that he believes that everyone has a 'love of his/her love' waiting for him/her.

Don't get me wrong... I don't believe a word.

"I meant going there might be interesting," he says, once he recovers from pink-face-syndrome, "Not dying," he gives me a stink eye.

"No, I'm serious, what if they attack us?"