Creed pulled into the driveway of his old home, his dad's mustang was there.
He remembered when him and his dad used to work on it, before his mom died and his dad turned into a drunkard.
He turned the pickup off, and got out, closing the door quietly.
Jim on the other hand slammed the passenger door shut.
Somewhere down the street a dog barked.
The two of them walked to the front porch and a motion light came on, shining in their faces.
The front door opened, "Who's there? Who...my God, Creed?" 
Creeds father stepped onto the porch and hugged his son, kissing his neck. 
For once , his father didn't smell of cheap booze, his father smelled like old spice and car grease.
"Dad." 
They hugged for several minutes on the porch, Jim was glad , this was a good omen.
"Come on in son. Jim good to see you again." Said Martin as they shook hands.
" Does anyone else know your back?" Asked his dad.
"Nah, this is our first stop, was hoping to stay the night."
"Just the night?" 
" We didn't wanna put you out dad."
"Creed this is your home to, have y'all eaten, I got some tv dinners."
"Sounds good dad, I'll go put our things away." 
Creed grabbed Jim's bag and went to his old room, it hadn't changed since he ran away.
He sat the bags on the floor and sat down on his bed, he was looking around the room and saw a picture of his best friend Melissa. 
Creed picked up the phone, " What's the chance their home number is the same?"
He dialed Melissa's number, and it rang once, then twice, and then someone picked up and creed chickened out, and hung the phone up.