Oh goodness… another story. I've got to stop. Anyway, I really like how this one is turning out. I haven't written much, as you can see, but I think its coming out lovely. Gary has been a very difficult character to get right, so I'm a little nervous on how I made him out to be.
Review please, but I'm not going to push you to do it. Just, do what you like.
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Don't Tell Me Everything Is Wonderful Now
Chapter 1: 'You're so immaculate, you'd never understand.'
Gary fumbled with the tie he was forced to wear. He tried to loosen it up, but his father would just tighten it back up. So, he was left wishing he could breathe. He didn't understand why he had to dress up. He didn't even want to meet the lady he hung out with. He didn't want to meet her little boy. He didn't want to change. He wanted his mommy back. He didn't care that she didn't live with them anymore, or that she used to do bad things to him.
His father had checked his watch for the four hundredth time, and sighed once more. She was three minuets late, heaven forbid. Gary could never understand why punctuality was so important, she was coming eventually. He paced around the living room, looking out the window every time he turned to it. Gary does similar things, even at his young age. A six year old pacing around mumbling incoherent things always alarmed his neighbors and family. But, Gary had something wrong with him, that's what they tell him anyway. He feels perfectly fine, though. He just thinks more then any "normal" kid his age.
Daddy had told me that this new lady was very special to him. The last time he said someone was special it was towards my mommy. He said that he couldn't leave her because of that. But, now mommy's gone, does that mean this lady is going to take her place? That's no fair, mommy can't tell him that she still loves him and that she's going to change, like she used to.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried, for once, to not think about anything. He hated thinking. It just gave him a horrid headache, and made him cry. He couldn't stop thinking about everything, and everyone. Just as he was about to ram his little head into a wall, another crazy past-time that takes away all the thoughts, a van pulled into his driveway. The lights flickered off and a dim lit the inside of the van. He barely made out a woman turning to the back seat, where Gary believed her child sat.
Joseph, Gary's father, quickly ran to the door waiting for her to knock and open it by the first or second bang so he didn't waste any time. Gary watched with eyes drooped with boredom. He stood in front of the two big windows in his living room with a bright light lit, making him seem very obvious to see from the outside. He watched a frail looking boy stumble out of the car, looking as amused Gary did. When the last car door shut, darkness engulfed the visitors, but the psychotic boy could still feel eyes on him. Curious and terrified eyes. He would have to fix that; he doesn't want some wimpy boy hanging around him.
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A sigh burst from his mouth as they pulled out of the driveway. His mother had divorced his father not to long ago, almost a whole month passed by. It didn't take much for her to get over it, but little Petey was still shook up. Not with sadness, mind you, but with happiness. His father used to beta him every chance he got. The moment his mother left for work or to have a girl night, he'd grab the closest object and forced Pete to learn that not every one is a good person.
He felt so unbelievably happy and he couldn't wait to meet his new friend. He wondered if he liked to play board games or even video games. He hoped that he had a Gameboy and Pokemon: Red Version. He really wanted to trade and get new Pokemon. But, he was really worried that he wouldn't like him. "Mommy, do you think Mr. Smith's kid will like me?"
"His name is Gary, dear." She laughed lightly, "And yes, of course he'll like you. What's not to like? You're a sweet, caring, imaginative little boy."
Petey blushed and thanked her meekly. He always got flustered when he was complemented. He sat quietly for the rest of the ride, watching the sun fall down. Darkness had come upon them as they drove into the driveway. Butterflies filled his stomach as he opened the sliding car door.
His eyes darted to the glowing front windows and noticed a boy about his age watching with anger filled eyes. All the butterflies were crushed by the rock that dropped and weighed his stomach. He felt sick with fear. Now he didn't want to meet Gary, not at all.