What do you mean?, chapter 4
I woke up stiff and uncomfortable and damp, but something was squishy under me and it wasn't at all what a front doorstep should feel like. I opened my eyes, and realized that I was in someone's house. But before I got freaked out, and panicked, I noticed that the house was... nice. Not picture perfect postcard bullshit nice like my house was supposed to be, but it was nice. The TV in front of the couch, (the couch, which I also understood was white leather, was very nice too.) had an XBox all set up, two controllers loosely draped over an open game case, which had Grand Theft Auto in it. The chairs across from the couch were also leather, but they were green. The cushions were all Green and white and black, which didn't bother me. My mother's all had to be the same color, or it just wasn't right.
A window was at my feet, since the couch was pretty high up. The off-white drapes were partly open, and I could see my house across the street. I had been abducted, or a neighbour was worried and took me in. How thoughtful.
I wondered who had taken me in as I stood up and looked around some more. The person or people had a lot of movies, about two bookshelves full. So not all rich people were snobby, because by the choice of video, mostly comedy and horror, they seemed to be pretty casual.
I turned around and came face to face with a seven or eight year old boy, who seemed to be struck with fear. He started screaming, 'Robber! Robber!'
Oh shit! I thought. Dead! I'm dead!
A door opened, and another boy in boxers and a shirt came out, waving a baseball bat around his head. I bolted to what I thought might be the front door, but instead found myself in a corner. The boy, who looked young but had a LOT of muscle, grabbed me by the shirt and threw me down, and for a minute I thought he would beat me to death with the bat.
"Joey!" A voice called. "Jakob, what the hell are you doing?"
Billie's P.O.V
I ran out into the hall. There was Jakob, screaming "Robber!" And Joey looking like he was ready to kill, holding a baseball bat an inch above his head. And of course, there's Celia, covering her head, in a ball on our new hard wood floor. She looked like she was about to shit herself.
"Oh my god... Joey, this is Celia, she was here last night... " I gave her a 'Yeah, about that' look, before continuing to talk. "And she needed a place to stay. She is not a robber. Kay?"
Celia stood up and straightened out her hoodie. She stood at least a metre away from Joey and Jakob, as if they were still considering beating the living hell out of her.
"Go back to bed. It's... " I glanced at my watch. "Five in the morning! What are you doing up anyways? Go now, or I'll call your mother and she'll take away your video games."
Jakob squeaked and ran into his room, Joey followed slowly. I watched their doors after they had been closed, and waited. After thirty seconds, I turned to Celia and laughed.
"Some kids... " Celia murmured. "No need for attack dogs if you got them. Home security system?"
That statement made me laugh even harder. The tension seemed to collapse, and we sat down in the kitchen. I offered her some water or milk or even pop, but she insisted on coffee, plain, black coffee. So I poured her a cup, and she amazingly downed it in about two minutes.
I didn't want to make her feel pressured, so I slowly eased her into conversation. After remarking on the weather, commenting that school started today, and telling her about some good movies that were playing, I finally asked her.
"Why were you out there sleeping, why were you at the bar at all? Your... what... sixteen?" I made sure she was listening. "California isn't safe, I don't know about your old town, but you can't just wander the streets at night. I mean, sure you can, but it'll worry me and probably your mom too."
"My mom," she said, her voice cold. "Doesn't care what I do, as long as I dress like a slut from the eighties. So basically, if I'm not a poster child, she hates me. To make it even more blunt- she hates me. I mean sure, deep down there she loves me in the heart blah blah blah, but in the long run she would rather have me sent half way across the country, and adopt a new kid who would obey her every command."
"Oh... I see. Well, you're starting school today. Maybe you'll make a friend who'll come on four in the morning runs to the bar with you."
She chuckled and shook her head.
"I hope I do. I'll try my best."
"Good."
She looked down into her coffee, and I could see her eyes slowly closing as she breathed in heavily and out slowly.
"Why don't you go to bed? Get some more rest. Okay?"
She nodded, stood up and thanked me, and walked back to the couch. I stood up as well, dumping our cups into the sink, and walking down the hall to my and Adie's bedroom.
Celia's P.O.V
I went back to the couch and made myself comfortable. I couldn't get back to sleep, I knew it, but I felt it would be rude to say so. After all he did for me, you know? I thudded back against the pillow, getting comfortable and trying to sleep. A voice in my head said Get up! Get up and go home, crawl in your window, your mom will be mad. But a wave of drowsiness flowed over me, and sent me back into a dark sleep.
7:30 AM
"Luke I miss you so much." I was looking into Luke's eyes, he was staring into mine, there was that spark. That old friendship spark. We knew it was going to last forever, we knew that even when we were old people, grandparents, we would be sitting in rocking chairs watching our children and their children grow, we would laugh and share newspapers and have a million and one pictures of our families, because we were all just one family and that was what it would be... no more being alone on Friday, no more lonesomeness at all. But the distance... oh god the distance I felt now was to much to bare. "I want to come home... I want to but I just can't."
He took my hand in his and suddenly the field we were in turned to a river, and we were standing right in it, our ankles were wet, but we weren't wearing shoes anymore, we were just barefoot. Our pants were rolled up just above our knees as well, so they were safe and dry.
Luke didn't say anything, just looked into my eyes and hugged me afterwards, and held onto me."
"I promise I'll be there when you need me," he finally said, after what seemed like hours.
"I promise I'll be here for you when you need me as well."
"Wake up, now, okay Celia? It's your new school day and I know it's tough but... think of me." Luke started to feel distant, and he began to fade away.
I didn't want him to fade but... I knew there was nothing I could do about it.
I woke up to the sound of a door creaking open. I sat up on the couch and looked at myself in the dim TV screen, I could barely make out my two smudged eyes and my out of control hair. Burying my head in my hands, I sighed. Of course. I flipped my hood up and tried to cover my evil, tangled locks.
"Hey, your awake? Just came to wake you up."
"Great. Oh lord, my mom is coming across the street, Billie."
I ducked behind the couch, and Billie waited for the doorbell to ring. He skipped down the steps and opened the door, to find my mom going ballistic on his doorstep.
"If you see Celia, tell her that skipping school won't help, she's going and that's final." Oh. Yeah. Of course, that's the first thing she says.
"Mom, I'm right here."
I stood up and came to the door, pulling down my hood. My mother smacked her forehead and pulled me by the arm out of the house.
"Bye Billie Joe! Thanks for helping me out!"
My mother threw open the door, and demanded that I get showered and dressed.
Okay... this is it.
Pulling on my hood, I slowly descended the staircase...
A window was at my feet, since the couch was pretty high up. The off-white drapes were partly open, and I could see my house across the street. I had been abducted, or a neighbour was worried and took me in. How thoughtful.
I wondered who had taken me in as I stood up and looked around some more. The person or people had a lot of movies, about two bookshelves full. So not all rich people were snobby, because by the choice of video, mostly comedy and horror, they seemed to be pretty casual.
I turned around and came face to face with a seven or eight year old boy, who seemed to be struck with fear. He started screaming, 'Robber! Robber!'
Oh shit! I thought. Dead! I'm dead!
A door opened, and another boy in boxers and a shirt came out, waving a baseball bat around his head. I bolted to what I thought might be the front door, but instead found myself in a corner. The boy, who looked young but had a LOT of muscle, grabbed me by the shirt and threw me down, and for a minute I thought he would beat me to death with the bat.
"Joey!" A voice called. "Jakob, what the hell are you doing?"
Billie's P.O.V
I ran out into the hall. There was Jakob, screaming "Robber!" And Joey looking like he was ready to kill, holding a baseball bat an inch above his head. And of course, there's Celia, covering her head, in a ball on our new hard wood floor. She looked like she was about to shit herself.
"Oh my god... Joey, this is Celia, she was here last night... " I gave her a 'Yeah, about that' look, before continuing to talk. "And she needed a place to stay. She is not a robber. Kay?"
Celia stood up and straightened out her hoodie. She stood at least a metre away from Joey and Jakob, as if they were still considering beating the living hell out of her.
"Go back to bed. It's... " I glanced at my watch. "Five in the morning! What are you doing up anyways? Go now, or I'll call your mother and she'll take away your video games."
Jakob squeaked and ran into his room, Joey followed slowly. I watched their doors after they had been closed, and waited. After thirty seconds, I turned to Celia and laughed.
"Some kids... " Celia murmured. "No need for attack dogs if you got them. Home security system?"
That statement made me laugh even harder. The tension seemed to collapse, and we sat down in the kitchen. I offered her some water or milk or even pop, but she insisted on coffee, plain, black coffee. So I poured her a cup, and she amazingly downed it in about two minutes.
I didn't want to make her feel pressured, so I slowly eased her into conversation. After remarking on the weather, commenting that school started today, and telling her about some good movies that were playing, I finally asked her.
"Why were you out there sleeping, why were you at the bar at all? Your... what... sixteen?" I made sure she was listening. "California isn't safe, I don't know about your old town, but you can't just wander the streets at night. I mean, sure you can, but it'll worry me and probably your mom too."
"My mom," she said, her voice cold. "Doesn't care what I do, as long as I dress like a slut from the eighties. So basically, if I'm not a poster child, she hates me. To make it even more blunt- she hates me. I mean sure, deep down there she loves me in the heart blah blah blah, but in the long run she would rather have me sent half way across the country, and adopt a new kid who would obey her every command."
"Oh... I see. Well, you're starting school today. Maybe you'll make a friend who'll come on four in the morning runs to the bar with you."
She chuckled and shook her head.
"I hope I do. I'll try my best."
"Good."
She looked down into her coffee, and I could see her eyes slowly closing as she breathed in heavily and out slowly.
"Why don't you go to bed? Get some more rest. Okay?"
She nodded, stood up and thanked me, and walked back to the couch. I stood up as well, dumping our cups into the sink, and walking down the hall to my and Adie's bedroom.
Celia's P.O.V
I went back to the couch and made myself comfortable. I couldn't get back to sleep, I knew it, but I felt it would be rude to say so. After all he did for me, you know? I thudded back against the pillow, getting comfortable and trying to sleep. A voice in my head said Get up! Get up and go home, crawl in your window, your mom will be mad. But a wave of drowsiness flowed over me, and sent me back into a dark sleep.
7:30 AM
"Luke I miss you so much." I was looking into Luke's eyes, he was staring into mine, there was that spark. That old friendship spark. We knew it was going to last forever, we knew that even when we were old people, grandparents, we would be sitting in rocking chairs watching our children and their children grow, we would laugh and share newspapers and have a million and one pictures of our families, because we were all just one family and that was what it would be... no more being alone on Friday, no more lonesomeness at all. But the distance... oh god the distance I felt now was to much to bare. "I want to come home... I want to but I just can't."
He took my hand in his and suddenly the field we were in turned to a river, and we were standing right in it, our ankles were wet, but we weren't wearing shoes anymore, we were just barefoot. Our pants were rolled up just above our knees as well, so they were safe and dry.
Luke didn't say anything, just looked into my eyes and hugged me afterwards, and held onto me."
"I promise I'll be there when you need me," he finally said, after what seemed like hours.
"I promise I'll be here for you when you need me as well."
"Wake up, now, okay Celia? It's your new school day and I know it's tough but... think of me." Luke started to feel distant, and he began to fade away.
I didn't want him to fade but... I knew there was nothing I could do about it.
I woke up to the sound of a door creaking open. I sat up on the couch and looked at myself in the dim TV screen, I could barely make out my two smudged eyes and my out of control hair. Burying my head in my hands, I sighed. Of course. I flipped my hood up and tried to cover my evil, tangled locks.
"Hey, your awake? Just came to wake you up."
"Great. Oh lord, my mom is coming across the street, Billie."
I ducked behind the couch, and Billie waited for the doorbell to ring. He skipped down the steps and opened the door, to find my mom going ballistic on his doorstep.
"If you see Celia, tell her that skipping school won't help, she's going and that's final." Oh. Yeah. Of course, that's the first thing she says.
"Mom, I'm right here."
I stood up and came to the door, pulling down my hood. My mother smacked her forehead and pulled me by the arm out of the house.
"Bye Billie Joe! Thanks for helping me out!"
My mother threw open the door, and demanded that I get showered and dressed.
Okay... this is it.
Pulling on my hood, I slowly descended the staircase...
