Thunder made it home, wet from the rain, thinking about the guy he had been speaking to earlier. He really didn't feel anything toward the guy, but he had been told to try to make more friends and to be a little more open. Kindness mattered, he was told. Still, there was the problem with his dad.. who had told him to be careful around people he didn't know. It was a conflicting turmoil that often sent his mind spiraling until he felt like exploding and just wanted to scream out his frustration.
Frank was paranoid, and that was understandable to a point, but did he have to be paranoid so much that Thunder couldn't make friends? It was ridiculous. Sure, he had his other friends, but he had met them before Frank came back into his life and Frank was more accepting of them than anyone else because they closely matched and had a common goal. What was so different about any other person? Not everyone was bad.
He paused at the driveway, looking toward his dad's vehicle. 'He's home... Maybe I'll be lucky and he'll be okay with a stranger coming over...' Then again, why should he tell him anything? He doubted the guy would come over and at the moment, he found himself not caring either way. If it happened, Thunder would deal with it then. If it didn't, oh well. No loss there. The rain hit harder. He headed for the house.