A/N hey, this is gonna be a short series, just got the idea from a dream, but I hope that you all enjoy!. I don't own anything. the people ARE real, and James mooney is co-owner, he gives me inspiration when i have writers block on this. END A/N
As me, a 14, boy with messy reddish-brown hair, clear skin, and a trademark black jacket with a barbed wire pattern, and a few holes as well, walked to a friend's house to see if he was coming to spend the night, my phone, an iPhone, was dead and on its charger. About halfway, I meet up with him,
"hey James, still coming? Couldn't text because my phone's dead", I said. James is a bit pale, wearing a loose jacket, casual jeans, and a pair of well-worn tennis shoes.
"yea, I'm spending the night, got my stuff, and I was wondering why you weren't answering my texts. Oh well, at least you know in advance now", he stated. As we walked to my house, we talked about sleeping arrangements. He wanted to know if he would be sleeping in the living room or in one of my sibling's room. Having slept in the same room with them, I shuttered, and told him that at worst he would be in my room,
"and hey, it' not so bad, after you get past the black holes and bits of different dimensions.", i said, bringing up an old joke that I break the laws of physics with 'ginger powers'. Soon, we reached my house.I stopped him and said,
"prepare thyself, for we dive into the belly of the foul beast called my family". Laughing, we walked through my front door and into an ambush of formalities with meeting my family.
A/N short chapter, I hope that the next couple will be at least double the size, but no promises.