*And again I do not own this, and again this is the beginning.*
"Mike?"
"What?"
"What the hell are we gunna do today?"
Mike shurgged his massive shoulders, tilting back his head. David on the other hand got up from the messy bed they both sat upon.
"Dude I'm bored, I'm getting a drink." David informed him, the black smudges on the bottom of his socks apparent to his companion as he left. Mike took a moment to flop down upon the unmade bed, laden with dirty clothes and magazines, that crumbled against him.
"Fine." He muttered standing reluctantly. He wasn't in the mood to move. His father had him working three days in a row at his laborous lumber company. Hauling out orders of wood to the customers waiting in the front took it's toll on his young body, and he was more than content to just.. sit. To bad he felt so obligated to entertain he best friend. He thought upon the work he father made him do, as he descended the stairs, fingering the paper cash in his pockets.
'It's really not worth the 20 bucks' He thought, coming into the kitchen. The walls were a faded pink, after an attempt to 'brighten up the place' from David's grandmother 5 years ago. The result was less than that, in fact it had begun to peel in tiny clumps.
"Blue or red, blue or red..." David wondered allowed holding two pouches of liquid, matching his descriptions.
"Hey pick one already, you sound like a bomb tech." Mike commented open the the frigde, not inhibited about picking what he liked.
"Nah I don't really want it, this generic stuff my Gram picks out is pure crap." He wrinkled his nose and made a face, "I think I'll just go fer some water, er, something."
He was about to step over to the small sink and get out a glass, when his eye caught something on the table. A cup full of what could only be water sat before him, he thought a moment, then decided 'What the hell? it's all ready there'. While Mike ate a few grapes, he drank a few gulps, noting it wasn't cool, and wasn't.. hmm he couldn't describe it. It just didn't seem like water... It wasn't placable in any category of drink that he had tried before. He put down the glass, confused.
"David, honey?" A call was heard from the laundry room agencent from the kitchen, soon after an eldery woman still clinging to her prime despite the many wrinkles marking her face.
"Yeah Gram?" David asked, still eyeing the glass. She walked over to her grandson.
"Have you seen my," She stopped spotting the glass, "Oh there's my bleach! I was must have left it in here I need it for the whites."
David stared at his Gram and then at the glass, she gave him a strange look because of his wide eyes he stared with, but then left to tend to her waiting laundry. He looked to Mike who had begun to drop the grapes to the floor. One rolled over to Davids foot, stopping as it hit the rubber bottom of the sneaker.
"David, What the hell did you just do?"
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Please Please do me the small favor of checking out Molotovs stuff. It really is very good, and doesn't get as many reviews as it deserves.
"Mike?"
"What?"
"What the hell are we gunna do today?"
Mike shurgged his massive shoulders, tilting back his head. David on the other hand got up from the messy bed they both sat upon.
"Dude I'm bored, I'm getting a drink." David informed him, the black smudges on the bottom of his socks apparent to his companion as he left. Mike took a moment to flop down upon the unmade bed, laden with dirty clothes and magazines, that crumbled against him.
"Fine." He muttered standing reluctantly. He wasn't in the mood to move. His father had him working three days in a row at his laborous lumber company. Hauling out orders of wood to the customers waiting in the front took it's toll on his young body, and he was more than content to just.. sit. To bad he felt so obligated to entertain he best friend. He thought upon the work he father made him do, as he descended the stairs, fingering the paper cash in his pockets.
'It's really not worth the 20 bucks' He thought, coming into the kitchen. The walls were a faded pink, after an attempt to 'brighten up the place' from David's grandmother 5 years ago. The result was less than that, in fact it had begun to peel in tiny clumps.
"Blue or red, blue or red..." David wondered allowed holding two pouches of liquid, matching his descriptions.
"Hey pick one already, you sound like a bomb tech." Mike commented open the the frigde, not inhibited about picking what he liked.
"Nah I don't really want it, this generic stuff my Gram picks out is pure crap." He wrinkled his nose and made a face, "I think I'll just go fer some water, er, something."
He was about to step over to the small sink and get out a glass, when his eye caught something on the table. A cup full of what could only be water sat before him, he thought a moment, then decided 'What the hell? it's all ready there'. While Mike ate a few grapes, he drank a few gulps, noting it wasn't cool, and wasn't.. hmm he couldn't describe it. It just didn't seem like water... It wasn't placable in any category of drink that he had tried before. He put down the glass, confused.
"David, honey?" A call was heard from the laundry room agencent from the kitchen, soon after an eldery woman still clinging to her prime despite the many wrinkles marking her face.
"Yeah Gram?" David asked, still eyeing the glass. She walked over to her grandson.
"Have you seen my," She stopped spotting the glass, "Oh there's my bleach! I was must have left it in here I need it for the whites."
David stared at his Gram and then at the glass, she gave him a strange look because of his wide eyes he stared with, but then left to tend to her waiting laundry. He looked to Mike who had begun to drop the grapes to the floor. One rolled over to Davids foot, stopping as it hit the rubber bottom of the sneaker.
"David, What the hell did you just do?"
*Read and review*
Please Please do me the small favor of checking out Molotovs stuff. It really is very good, and doesn't get as many reviews as it deserves.