Dave took one look back at his apartment complex. He was tired of the daily strifing and lack of food and care. His bro didn't have a real job, anyway. They didn't have parents, or any way to find whatever realtives they had. He was irritated the second he woke up every day. His smuppet-filled, booby-trapped apartment didn't seem enough of a home to him. He sighed, and trudged to the nearest bus stop.
1.
Dave got onto a bus to the edge of Texas, then a taxi (he found a $50 bill on the ground) to take him halfway across another state. After a lot of begging, lying and hitchiking, he made it to Rose's house. He looked at the large estate in surprise. It certainly fit Rose's snobbery. He walked up to what he assumed to be the front door and rang the door bell. He heard somebody vacuuming and feet stomping down the stairs. A moment later, Rose opened the door. "Oh, hello, Dave." Rose was the same height as Dave. She was wearing her t-shirt with the violet design on it. Dave nodded. "You know, I had to sell my sword to some knock-off shop to get here, so before you kick me out-"
"Come in, Dave." Rose stepped aside. Dave walked into the house. He looked to the left, and saw Rose's mom cleaning the lush, white carpetting. It looked like snow.
"Hi, uh- Miss Lalonde." He waved awkwardly. Rose's mom turned to Rose, looking like she wanted an explanation. "One moment," Rose took her mother's arm and led her away to the kitchen. Dave tried not to eavesdrop.
"No-NO-a FRIEND- he needs my help! And NO, Mom-!" Rose walked back to talk to Dave. "I am deeply sorry, my mother can be so- useless, sometimes..." Rose looked over her shoulder and frowned at her mom. "I'll show you the guest room."
Soon after, Dave was catching up on sleep when he heard a voice boom, "DAVE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" He sat up, startled. "Oh, no." He slowly tiptoed to the open window of the guest room and peeked out. His bro had a look of anger and impatience on his face. "I'm gonna kick your ass for this!" Dave was shaken. He should have gone to a less obvious location, and dyed his hair and got contacts while he was at it.
Rose looked up at his tall brother, visibly nervous. "I'm sorry to intrude, but why do-" Bro shoved past her and walked inside.
"Not now, miss. Where is Dave?"
Her mother came out of the wine cellar. She shook her head. Rose walked upstairs, and Bro followed her. "Dave, can we talk-"
"NOPE." Bro was fuming. "NO, because we're leaving now."
Rose stared at Dave, with a what else is there for you to do? look on her face.
Dave sneered. "You upset your punching bag left you? Well, I'm tired of the shit you give me."
"Excuse you, you ungratful lil shit!" Bro clenched his fists. "Want me to break that stupid neck of yours?"
"Come at me, bro!"
"Dave-" Rose looked worried. Outside, the wind picked up and blew the curtains around. Dave looked at the window. Bro looked at Dave, and in a furious rage, took Dave's arm and tossed him out the window.