Edwin's POV

Today seemed like a day, any other day. My little sister, Bobby woke me up, I took my medicine, we went to the local diner that she works at and ate breakfast. Afterwards she would go to work. Sometimes I'm allowed to stay when it's not too busy. Today was really busy. Booby has short brunette hair and big brown eyes. She's always so nice to me and takes care of me. 

"Eddy, you're going to be okay on your own, right?" Bobby asked. 

I nodded, "Yes ma'am!"

She pulled me aside. I know what she's going to say, we have this conversation every day. I shouldn't listen to the other people, no matter how much they say they want to be my friend. 

"I won't talk to them."

"Okay, one more thing. Do not talk to Michele or Ian. They're not your friends."

I nodded, "Yes, I got it. I'm going to see old Sal, he's always good to me."

Booby shook her head, "He's not your friend."

"He was my friend." I am very confused. 

"Was." It looked like it caused a lot of pain for Bobby to say that. 

I shouldn't see him. If it causes that much pain to Bobby, it's not a good idea. Bobby had to go and work. I left to roam the streets of San Francisco. This place is so beautiful. Everything is so beautiful. I love the air, it feels so fresh. I was walking to the beach, I have a friend down there, he's really cool. His name is Kyle and I am allowed to be his friend. Bobby loves him. She says that Kyle will always be good to me. I got to the beach and walked up to someone, who was standing at the tip of the ocean. He looked so calm. It's Kyle, he's tall with short brown hair and dark brown eyes. I smiled big at him, he doesn't usually have a reaction, but I know he's happy. Everyone is happy. 

"Diner busy again?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Well, lets go for a walk." He added.

"Okay! That sounds like a lot of fun. I like walking."

"I do too, buddy." 

We were walking on the boardwalk and I was fascinated with everything. I wanted to buy every little thing, too bad I don't have any money. But that's okay, it's always fun to look. Kyle is always so content, he doesn't react to things like I do. I think he likes it when I'm around, I usually brighten up the day. Put a smile on his face, without him actually having a smile. I love it. As we were walking, I couldn't help think about old Sal. I wasn't sure why I wasn't friends with him anymore. He was always so nice to me. He always put me first and would give me half of his earnings. Kyle is still good friends with him. Maybe I could ask him why I'm not friends with him. I always trail behind Kyle because I like to look at everything, but I ran up to him. 

"Hey, Kyle, I have a question." 

He didn't say anything, just nodded. 

"Um, why is old Sal and I not friends anymore? Bobby said we weren't friends." 

He abruptly stopped, maybe I shouldn't have asked. It almost seems like I offended him. Maybe he's not friends with old Sal either. 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Now I feel guilty, I feel like I'm in trouble. 

He shook his head, "You and I are still friends with him, so is Bobby. We just can't see him anymore. He moved away remember?"

I was thinking really hard about it. I nodded, even though I didn't remember. We continued to walk. Why would he move away? He loves it here, he loves the people, he loves the animal, he loves me, he loves everyone and everything. He wouldn't just decide to move one day. It makes no sense, now this is going to be bothering me all day. I heard my stomach growl. 

"Kyle, I'm hungry." 

"Well, lets go back to my place and get some money so we can eat." 

I smiled and followed him back to his place. He lives in a lot of different places, same with me and Bobby.We ended up at a local park, he took his guitar out of his guitar case and started to play. I like when he plays, it's soothing. Some people would stop and listening, others just passed by and most would put money in his case. I  saw a man in a fancy suit walk up in a $100 bill in the case. Kyle smiled a little, he really loves it when people are kind enough to tip him nicely. The man in the suit didn't leave though. He seemed like an important man, I would think that he would have important things to be in a hurry for. Kyle stopped playing and looked at the guy. 

"You're really talented, how would you feel to be making big bucks?" He asked.

Kyle shook his head, "Nah, I like being here." 

The man looked confused and Kyle went onto playing. He left. I was confused to. Aren't we suppose to be making big bucks? Isn't that what everyone talks about? Hmm, I guess Kyle never does. Like I said, he always seems so content. But that man in the suit, reminded me of old Sal. He seemed really nice and like he wanted to help. Now I'm thinking about old Sal and why he would move. It still makes no sense to me. As Kyle was playing, I kept on thinking about it and thinking about it and thinking about it. Until I finally remembered where he went. All of a sudden, I got sad, really sad. 

"Hey, Kyle, I'm going to go and see Bobby. I think her shift is over."

He shrugged, "Need me to come with?"

I shook my head and left. I wasn't going to the diner. I was going to the graveyard. I have to be making this up. It's just one of my thoughts again. One of those bad thoughts. I ran into the graveyard and searched for his name. I couldn't find old Sal anywhere. So, it's not true, it's one of my bad thoughts. Thank God. I wouldn't be able to live if it were real. I saw some man walking up to me, I couldn't really read his face. But he's really tall with messy black hair and dark brown eyes. 

"Edwin, you haven't been here for a while." The man said. 

I looked at him confused. 

"Here, let me take you to Sal." He grabbed me lightly and took me to a grave stone that read, 'Salem Michael. 1967-2011.' 

I was once again confused and sad. It wasn't my bad thoughts, I took my medicine for those. 

"You forgot again, I'm sorry." 

I didn't say anything, I just left. Said I wouldn't be able to live if he were gone. If my bad thoughts were real.