“Sixx? Like Nikki Sixx? Awesome name, dude.” Charlie had always liked kids. Maybe it came from raising his baby sister, but he’d always been one to strike up a conversation with the kid standing with their parent behind him in line or wave and make faces at kids in their strollers. He slipped easily into conversation with the young teen, ignoring the tremor in his voice as he whispered his name. Kids, like animals, often warmed up to you when you were nonplussed by their fear, he’d found.
“Lost, huh? That’s gotta be scary. I know it scares me when I’m lost too.” He shifted his weight, adjusting his pack as he did. “Do you know where your camp is, and just not how to get back? Or are you really lost?” He fell silent for a moment, looking around at the trees looming in the darkness. “I can try to help you find your camp. Or if you’d like, you can come stay with me for tonight, and we can look tomorrow.” He offered, his voice soft. “I live with my little sister and her dog at the police station near the river. It’s a bit of a walk, but it’s safe.” He wasn’t really sure why he was still talking. Maybe he was just trying to convince this kid that some random stranger in the woods wasn’t going to hurt him. Either way, he felt the need to tell Sixx about himself.
THERE’D BEEN the select few who caught onto what his name meant. Most presumed it was after the number six. It was an uncommon, even strange, name. His mother had named all three of her sons after legends in music. Whatever made her choose to do so was far beyond him, but in the end of all things, a name was just a name. So, when the man brought up Nikki Sixx, a smile tugged up the corners of his lips. His head nodded in agreement, fear dissipating for but a short moment. This guy seemed warm and friendly.
The thing was, he wasn’t entirely sure. Was he really lost? There were so many beds of trees, he couldn’t be certain that this wooded area was the one that held his camp. The dark made it all the more difficult. It was his fault, really; he shouldn’t have strayed so far off. There was a stone path that led up to his lodge, and he had marked red tape over a few trees to indicate that his camp was nearby, but neither of those seemed to be... well, here. “I th-think I’m... really lost,” he answered slowly. Should he take the help being offered, or should he go stay in his camp overnight? Decisions like these were the bane of Sixx’s existence. “Um,” he whispered, lowering his head. “What’d you rather do?...”
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