[Poggio]

When he saw his friend she asked about the skittles and he merely said he was in the mood for them. From then the boy had simply became a faded memory. He did not expect a call from him or quite frankly to see him again. Some days passed and Jordon had even forgotten the boys name. He had paused to stop in the local grocery store. Their apartment was out of milk and food and he wanted to see if the latest issue of MAC was on the news stands. He found himself strolling down the candy isle nearly bum-rushed by a dark haired person trying to reach the skittles.