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don't put up with people's shit," and when I was unhappy, everyone was, I didn't mention that though.
     
    "I believe it," we drove for a long time until we got to a massive hill. It was fall, so the trees were gorgeous reds, yellows and oranges. The hill was so high I could barely see the platform on top. "I hope you're up for climbing," he turned off the ignition. "Don't move," he said before getting out and running to my door and opening it for me. He held out his hand and helped me out even though I didn't need it.
     
    "Thank you," his eyes got wide.
     
    "I didn't know you were capable of such politeness," he teased, I think it was teasing at least.
     
    "Shut up. I'm capable of being very nice, thanks," he laughed and we started up the stairs. I started counting them.
     
    "You can't be serious," I shushed him.
     
    "Don't make me break concentration or I'll have to start all over: fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight," he sighed.
     
    "Look at the railing, they mark the steps by fifties."
     
    "What if they're wrong?" He didn't say anything and I continued counting. "Seven hundred and sixty-eight steps. They were wrong, only by three steps, but they were still wrong!"
     
    "Thank you, I don't know how I would have been able to go through the rest of my life without knowing that useless bit of information," his voice dripped with sarcasm.
     
    "Hey, it could come in handy," I insisted as we continued walking. I snapped a few random pictures, getting some good ones.
     
    "Leaving all counting behind, where are your parents?" I sighed.
     
    "I don't know, I emancipated myself when I was sixteen. They were never around much, and when they were, it was not pretty," he had a concerned look on his face and I wished that he didn't. Why should he care? I sure as hell didn't care about him, though I would expertly pretend to. "I don't need or want your pity. Sure, I've had a rough life, seen and done a lot more at my age than most people ever will, but what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger."
     
    "So, what happened to your grandma and why did you get all the inheritance?" He went on as though I hadn't said anything.
     
    "She was hit by a car, the man didn't even stop to check on her. She was dead before she reached the hospital. As for the inheritance, she knew I was struggling on my own, and knew what douche bags my parents were, so she left it all to me," the story came easily even though none of it was true, besides the part about my parents. They really were douche bags.
     
    "Were you close to her?"
     
    "No, I've never been close to anybody. I don't like people, everyone just looks out for their own and will do anything to get on top," we wandered through trails as we talked. I snapped more photos as we went.
     
    "I didn't think you would be so open about everything, honestly."
     
    "Does it turn you off? The lack of mystery, I mean. Because if it does; I know how to turn you right back on again," he tensed. I didn't let him answer. "Anyway, what about you Isaiah? What's your story?" He shrugged.
     
    "I never knew my parents. I got moved from foster home to foster home. No one wanted to keep me, and I didn't want to stay. Some people never should be allowed to have kids. I went through some abusive families. At fifteen I had enough money to support myself from taking money from families who treated me like shit. I got myself out of the system and have been on my own ever since.
     
    I went through a lot Delilah, but I never let it rule me the way you do. I don't hate people, everyone is trying to do the best they can, most just don't know how to deal with things correctly."
     
    "You seem to hate people the way I do."
     
    "There is a difference between hating them and not wanting to get close. Plus, most people bore me," I knew then that I was right about his wall.
     
    "Now that you know more about me, do I bore you?" Not that I cared. He stopped and put his hand on my arm.
     
    "No. You make me want to prove