Falling Up Stairs, chapter 1
Gretchen pulled her bed covers up closer and shrunk into a ball under them. The night was cold, something she liked and hated. The cold made her think, letting her write poetry easily. On the other hand, she hated it for the fact that she only slept with sheets and the cool night air easily crept through them and froze her small body.
Gretchen Alvarez was a short brown haired girl, with brown eyes. Nothing too special about her. Her hair was down to the middle of her back, though she usually had it up in a ponytail. She had an athletic build, and was heavily into sports.
An only child, she had been spoiled to the max. Nice, beautiful dresses; lavish furniture; and delicacies from around the world. Her parents were rich beyond belief, their wealth coming from her father's smarts in business and stock, and her mother's designer clothes line. She was mommy and daddy's perfect little angel, until she met Bobby.
Bobby and Gretchen first met in the 6th grade, when he moved to the small town of Marysville, California. At first, she despised him. His rocker looks and attitude made her spine tingle. During the summer of 7th grade, she and Bobby started hanging out more, her changing into a rebellious rocker without a care in the world. It didn't all happen in the summer of 7th grade no, not at all. Her transformation was complete in her junior year of high school.
Tomorrow was the day Gretchen was being dragged to a concert with Bobby. She had never heard of the band, and truthfully, didn't care. Though she and Bobby were alike in many ways, they liked different bands. Same genre, but whatever she liked, he didn't. What he liked, she didn't. All she could think about though, was the next verse for her poem.
***
Bobby sleepily dragged himself out of bed, running a hand through his knotted hair. He snatched a pair of dirty jeans from the floor and a shirt, making his way to the bathroom in a limp-walk. He set his clothes down and rubbed his eyes, looking at the pictures of Gretchen and himself at various locations. He sighed, knowing Gretchen would, like the other concerts he'd taken her too, would leave in the middle and say that it was crap.
He stripped himself of his pajamas, and stepped into the shower, turning the hot water faucet onto full blast. The steaming water woke him up, and he was immediately energized. To a limit of course. After washing his hair and waking up a bit more, he turned off the faucet and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around him, he grabbed his cell from his pant pocket and called Gretchen.
"'Ello love," she said, sounding very tired and more.
"Yo. What's up chicky? Ready for the best concert of the year?" he said it with enthusiasm, as he always did. She of course, replied the same as she always did.
"I'm just positively brimming with excitement." Her sarcastic tone a sign of what was to come.
Bobby sighed. "Hey Gretch, I gotta go. Pick you up at noon. Later." He snapped his phone shut without waiting for a reply.
He stepped into his pants, putting on his spiked belt and pulling his shirt on. Realizing it was inside out, he took it off and fixed it. Then he scrawled his eyeliner on, and put his hair into liberty spikes. Stepping out of the bathroom, he was surrounded by complete darkness. He knew where everything was, his room was never light up completely, the most that would happen was some light coming through his curtains.
Bobby went downstairs into the kitchen, which he knew would be empty as his father had left for work and his mother was sleeping. He quickly brewed a cup of coffee, drinking it thankfully. Turning around, he pulled out a bowl and spoon. Walking across the kitchen was his cat, Luna.
"Luna, no, you can't have my food. I'm eating it today."
The cat meowed in response and left the kitchen, probably to venture out into the backyard for a mouse or bird. Bobby padded across the tile flooring and opened the refrigerator, grabbing milk. He found his cereal out already, and smirked. Silently he slipped into the living room, looked around, and found no one.
"Where could she be?" He murmured.
"Hey Gretch," he said, just as Gretchen was going to scare him.
"How'd you do that?" she questioned.
"And you think I'm going to tell you?"
"No." The girl pouted, remembering the past times she had tried to scare him and failed.
"Correct! You win a ticket to the best concert ever!" Shouted Bobby, punching his fists into the air.
"You're such a loser."
"Thank you, you're not a beauty either."
Gretchen faked being hurt by the sarcastic comment. Bobby came over, playing along and sat by her. "Well, what now? Shall we pretend to be emo and make cut here drawings on our wrists? Or shall we booze it up and get piss-ass drunk. You choose." She laughed, hugging Bobby. Bobby was always trying to make her laugh.
"How about we make big signs that say, 'Gretchen is hungry'?" she countered, a smiling making it's way across her face.
"Sure! What'll you have your majesty, Cap'n Crunch or Cheerios?" She didn't have to reply though, Bobby knew what she wanted. Cap'n Crunch with a little bit of Cheerios mixed in. Extra puffs. He made her a bowl and passed it to her, and she smiled gratefully. He fixed himself up some Cap'n Crunch, hold the Cheerios. He sat down at the dining table and watched Gretchen. She and himself were exact opposites. Her dark brown hair made his blonde hair look white, her dark complexion making his look paler than he already was.
As time passed they each finished their cereal and treaded into the living room. Gretchen picked up the remote and turned on the T.V, knowing all they would be doing was channel surfing. Hours ticked by slowly, only the sound of the T.V and Luna were heard. Soon, twelve o'clock came and Gretchen went out with Bobby to his car. Bobby slid comfortably into his Toyota, as did Gretchen.
"Initiating turn on, GO!" shouted Bobby, turning the key in the ignition. "Backing out, GO!" He continued this game as Gretchen laughed, until they were on the highway.
Gretchen Alvarez was a short brown haired girl, with brown eyes. Nothing too special about her. Her hair was down to the middle of her back, though she usually had it up in a ponytail. She had an athletic build, and was heavily into sports.
An only child, she had been spoiled to the max. Nice, beautiful dresses; lavish furniture; and delicacies from around the world. Her parents were rich beyond belief, their wealth coming from her father's smarts in business and stock, and her mother's designer clothes line. She was mommy and daddy's perfect little angel, until she met Bobby.
Bobby and Gretchen first met in the 6th grade, when he moved to the small town of Marysville, California. At first, she despised him. His rocker looks and attitude made her spine tingle. During the summer of 7th grade, she and Bobby started hanging out more, her changing into a rebellious rocker without a care in the world. It didn't all happen in the summer of 7th grade no, not at all. Her transformation was complete in her junior year of high school.
Tomorrow was the day Gretchen was being dragged to a concert with Bobby. She had never heard of the band, and truthfully, didn't care. Though she and Bobby were alike in many ways, they liked different bands. Same genre, but whatever she liked, he didn't. What he liked, she didn't. All she could think about though, was the next verse for her poem.
***
Bobby sleepily dragged himself out of bed, running a hand through his knotted hair. He snatched a pair of dirty jeans from the floor and a shirt, making his way to the bathroom in a limp-walk. He set his clothes down and rubbed his eyes, looking at the pictures of Gretchen and himself at various locations. He sighed, knowing Gretchen would, like the other concerts he'd taken her too, would leave in the middle and say that it was crap.
He stripped himself of his pajamas, and stepped into the shower, turning the hot water faucet onto full blast. The steaming water woke him up, and he was immediately energized. To a limit of course. After washing his hair and waking up a bit more, he turned off the faucet and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around him, he grabbed his cell from his pant pocket and called Gretchen.
"'Ello love," she said, sounding very tired and more.
"Yo. What's up chicky? Ready for the best concert of the year?" he said it with enthusiasm, as he always did. She of course, replied the same as she always did.
"I'm just positively brimming with excitement." Her sarcastic tone a sign of what was to come.
Bobby sighed. "Hey Gretch, I gotta go. Pick you up at noon. Later." He snapped his phone shut without waiting for a reply.
He stepped into his pants, putting on his spiked belt and pulling his shirt on. Realizing it was inside out, he took it off and fixed it. Then he scrawled his eyeliner on, and put his hair into liberty spikes. Stepping out of the bathroom, he was surrounded by complete darkness. He knew where everything was, his room was never light up completely, the most that would happen was some light coming through his curtains.
Bobby went downstairs into the kitchen, which he knew would be empty as his father had left for work and his mother was sleeping. He quickly brewed a cup of coffee, drinking it thankfully. Turning around, he pulled out a bowl and spoon. Walking across the kitchen was his cat, Luna.
"Luna, no, you can't have my food. I'm eating it today."
The cat meowed in response and left the kitchen, probably to venture out into the backyard for a mouse or bird. Bobby padded across the tile flooring and opened the refrigerator, grabbing milk. He found his cereal out already, and smirked. Silently he slipped into the living room, looked around, and found no one.
"Where could she be?" He murmured.
"Hey Gretch," he said, just as Gretchen was going to scare him.
"How'd you do that?" she questioned.
"And you think I'm going to tell you?"
"No." The girl pouted, remembering the past times she had tried to scare him and failed.
"Correct! You win a ticket to the best concert ever!" Shouted Bobby, punching his fists into the air.
"You're such a loser."
"Thank you, you're not a beauty either."
Gretchen faked being hurt by the sarcastic comment. Bobby came over, playing along and sat by her. "Well, what now? Shall we pretend to be emo and make cut here drawings on our wrists? Or shall we booze it up and get piss-ass drunk. You choose." She laughed, hugging Bobby. Bobby was always trying to make her laugh.
"How about we make big signs that say, 'Gretchen is hungry'?" she countered, a smiling making it's way across her face.
"Sure! What'll you have your majesty, Cap'n Crunch or Cheerios?" She didn't have to reply though, Bobby knew what she wanted. Cap'n Crunch with a little bit of Cheerios mixed in. Extra puffs. He made her a bowl and passed it to her, and she smiled gratefully. He fixed himself up some Cap'n Crunch, hold the Cheerios. He sat down at the dining table and watched Gretchen. She and himself were exact opposites. Her dark brown hair made his blonde hair look white, her dark complexion making his look paler than he already was.
As time passed they each finished their cereal and treaded into the living room. Gretchen picked up the remote and turned on the T.V, knowing all they would be doing was channel surfing. Hours ticked by slowly, only the sound of the T.V and Luna were heard. Soon, twelve o'clock came and Gretchen went out with Bobby to his car. Bobby slid comfortably into his Toyota, as did Gretchen.
"Initiating turn on, GO!" shouted Bobby, turning the key in the ignition. "Backing out, GO!" He continued this game as Gretchen laughed, until they were on the highway.
