Excerpt: The Invisibles

“Caleb Rayne, please come to the office,” a loud voice said over the intercom.
Caleb stood up; he was in the police station, again. Draco had serious nerve to call him and ask him to cover for him, again. Caleb walked over the concrete floor and went into the familiar office.
The police chief --Police Chief Hall-- was looking at a photo on the wall of someone holding something. Caleb was too far away to see, but he could see Chief Hall crystal clear. The officer had tiny, golden-brown eyes, dark auburn hair in a classic style, high cheekbones, always wore a grimace, thick and dark eyebrows, pale skin, chiseled features; deep, husky voice, demanding presence, very tall man, and was very broad.
Chief Hall sighed.
“How many times has your friend been called in here?” he asked.
Caleb looked up at the ceiling and counted on his fingers. Then he ran out of fingers, “I dunno, sir,” Caleb said.
“I counted all the reports filed today and got thirty-seven in the past three years,” Chief Hall said sternly.
“So, do I have to pay a bail, if so, you can lock his butt up now,” Caleb said.
Chief Hall cracked a smile. “You’d let your friend rot in jail because he tripped an old lady? Nah, we’re going to let him off with an overnight stay in jail, with a fine his parents will pay,” he explained.
“Good, just make sure Draco doesn’t screw around with that girl in his cell,” Caleb said, standing up.
Chief Hall looked shocked at what Caleb said.
“Seriously, he came back bragging about how he got her good, I suggest you keep a tight leash on him,” he said, turning to leave. “Because I’d like to spare my innocence the gory details, and he goes into detail.”
Chief Hall cracked another smile. “You certainly are a kill-joy for your friend,” he said.
Caleb shrugged. “Let’s just say, that sometimes it’s better to pay attention than let everything slip by.”
“Very good, you may go now, but Draco wanted me to give you this. Said it was important,” Chief Hall said, holding out a slip of paper.
“Sure, thanks,” Caleb said, grimacing. He exited the office and could not get away fast enough. He hated when Draco did something to get himself in jail, but tripping an old woman. Caleb started laughing and was quite glad they had locked him away.
Caleb crumpled up the paper and shoved it in his pocket. He walked down the street toward his home, a bounce in his step, whistling an off-tune song, and admired the autumn leaves that were still around. It was November 1 and apparently, the police caught Draco on Halloween.
Sucker, Caleb thought. The breeze blew his dark hair that came down over his ears and flipped out; the sunlight caught his green eyes and made them sparkle. On the “Not Available”, “Most Wanted Guy” and many other lists, was something he ignored.
He had high cheekbones, crooked smile; thick, rounded eyebrows, pale skin, thin cheeks, tenor voice, straight nose, and was a very guarded person.
Eh, come on, it is a beautiful day, he thought to himself. Don’t muck it up with thoughts of your sorry life.
He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. He blinked and looked up at the sky. The sky only had one fluffy, white cloud hanging in the sky, and the yellow leaves were beautifully in contrast with the sky. The air was warmer than usual and the green was still green. The only sound was the breeze and his feet hitting the concrete as he walked through the park. Birds and one duck swam in the fountain dedicated to some war hero
Caleb ignored the hero and kept walking. It was only a few minutes away from his house, and he did not need to worry about getting home soon. His cell phone rang and when he saw the number he had listed as, “Trouble” he knew. He left immediately and wanted to kill Draco. Why did he always call Caleb?
It is not as if he wanted someone to call on him when he or she was in trouble. He was just a teenager for goodness sake, what the hell would he be able to do? Wave his hands or fingers and make the bad people disappear? No, he was the same as every other eighteen-year-old. Average.
Caleb picked his way home and even got around to calling his friends and let them know he was heading him. They understood and did not complain; he snapped the phone shut and continued home. His whistles echoed back to him and took control of his attention. High C, low D, middle E…his song continued like this until he entered his subdivision.
He waved to his neighbors and said hello. A little girl, Jamie, ran up to him and begged him to play dolls with him. He flicked his glance at the discarded Barbies on the ground and grimaced. He agreed and he spent the remainder of his afternoon playing with Jamie and her dolls.
“So, you’ll play with dolls, but not bail your friend out of jail?” a voice asked.
Caleb paused and closed his eyes. Jamie touched Caleb’s cheek and then ran inside. Caleb stood up and dusted himself off.
“Yeah, because I’d rather play with dolls than bail a friend out of jail for the thirty-seventh time,” Caleb said.
Draco Bones stood on the sidewalk, his ears and eyebrow piercings glittering in the late afternoon light.
Draco had sandy blonde hair, perfectly spiked backward and gelled into place; dark brown eyes, prominent cheekbones; thick, impish eyebrows, sun-tanned skin, thin face with hollowed cheekbones, a deep voice, lanky and tall, and he was a guarded yet outgoing person.
“Thirty-eight, but who is counting?” Draco corrected.
“I don’t care, Draco, this is stupid. If you ever call me when at the station again, I swear to goodness--”
“Swear to the big man, it goes places--”
“I will kill you,” Caleb finished.
Draco’s eyes darkened and narrowed. “Kill me? Killjoy Caleb? Oh!” he mocked putting on a high voice, “Killjoy Caleb is coming to kill my joy!”
“Shut it, man. I’m not joking. I want you to leave me out of this; Chief Hall and I are almost on a first-name basis. Do you know what would happen if people found out I was friends with the police chief?!” Caleb asked, panicking.
“Girls would swarm around you, dude.”
“Girls wou--! Oh, yeah I told you about that,” Caleb said, trying to get a grip. “Like I need anymore girls hanging around, and one gave me her number at the station…she was secretary!”
“Dude!” Draco exclaimed. “Hitting on the older ladies, I feel so…connected to you all of a sudden.” He wiped away a fake tear.