So my general rule is not to have two stories active at the same time, but while Innocence Of A Child is on it's tiny break, I'll start this story which goes along with like...the forth Innocence Of A Child story, so this will be referenced in there and since it's fresh in my mind, I decided to start it. Don't know how I'll be with updates till Innocence Of A Child is finished but we'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own KND or really any of the characters from the show.

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This is not how I wanted to spend my summer before senior year. I mean...I didn't really know how I wanted to spend my summer but I knew I didn't want to be here, in front of this old house on the edge of Cleveland.

In order to get into my school of choice for college, I needed some volunteer work. I didn't think that'd be too hard, till mom found out. She said that an old regular Clint of her's, back when she was a caterer, needed someone to help clean his house and run errands.

Didn't seem so bad, till she mentioned he was in a wheelchair and was a very stubborn man. He had a nurse who came by to take care of him, but she didn't have time to take care of his house and go shopping or anything. The more mom described it, it started sounding more and more like I'd be spending my whole summer babysitting some old man.

I looked up at the big house in front of me, it was obviously old. Probably older than Lee's actually. It didn't really look like anyone was taking care of it, the lawn was really overgrown, one of the upstairs windows looked like it had been smashed by a baseball and was covered with a blue tarp. The front gate didn't latch and just kinda sat there. I grabbed it to open it and had to push with all my might to get it to move an inch in the long weeds that were wrapped around the bottom of it. I managed to squeeze through the tiny space but didn't dare close the gate, or attempt to close the gate, behind me.

I started up the rock path, well I assumed it was a rock path once upon a time, most of the rocks had been removed and now there were just huge holes I tried not to break an ankle in. The wooden stairs were cracked and splintering and one if them, near the top, was just an empty stair shell, no top, nowhere to step, just a hole you'd probably break a leg in. I stepped over it, and over the two holes in the porch, and approached the door.

I knocked. No answer. I knocked again, harder. No answer.

A sign next to the door said "Ring The Bell", so I rang the bell.

No answer.

"Son of a-"

I rang the bell several times. Still no answer. Finally I opened the creaky old door.

The entryway was cramped with a whole ton of old shoes piled in the corner. I figured that meant take off your shoes but with how gross the floor looked I made a mental note to make sure I was up to date on my tetanus shot. Padding into the kitchen with just my socks, I saw dishes (whole and broken) expired food all in a pile in the corner, the refrigerator not plugged in with the door open, and a...black and gray cat sitting on the counter.

"Oh, hi kitty. Do you live here?"

The cat walked across the counter towards me and meowed, rubbing against my hand.

"Where's your owner? I'm supposed to meet the guy."

The cat jumped off the table and walked, past a huge pile of phone books and more expired food, into the living room. There was no TV, just 3 bookcases filled with books and 3 couches, a wheelchair with a man in it sitting by the window.

"I don't need no help." He grumbled, not even looking at me.

I rolled my eyes, here we go.

"Uh...well my mom said you do so here I am. I'm Harvey." I walked over and stuck my hand out "I'll let you shake my hand."

The old man turned his pale face towards me, he couldn't have been any younger than 90. He had the most wrinkles I'd ever seen, pure white hair that was curly and hung on his eyes, and, just past the hair, bright blue eyes.

"Your mom Millie?"

I lowered my hand "Uh...yeah."

He grinned towards the window "Always liked that girl." He turned his wheelchair towards me and looked me up and down "She still with that ass Ryan?"

My eyes widened, Bo certainly talked about my father like that but since his death people were usually pretty respectful "Uh...no he died 2 years ago actually."

The old man shook his head "Well, good riddance. He your daddy?"

I nodded "Had to prove it to him but, science says yes."

He shook his head again "That's unfortunate." He turned his chair back toward the window "Now Harvey, son of Millie, you can show yourself out. It's bad enough I have that Elaine lady here all the time, I don't need some bratty teenager here too."

I stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. I was supposed to be here for another hour.

"Um...are you hungry?"

He glared at me "No."

"Thristy?"

"No."

"Okay...can I clean something?"

He turned towards me again "Can you clean?"

I nodded "I could organize. I'm very good at that."

He groaned "I guess, go upstairs. The nurse was doing my laundry but she doesn't fold the shit so it's just in a big old pile up in the second bedroom."

I nodded and started up the stairs "I second bedroom."

"Second door on the left. Don't go into the third room, and the bathroom doesn't work at all. Only the one down here has plumbing."

I nodded and headed up the stairs. Upstairs was actually cleaner than downstairs but I assumed it was because he spent all of his time downstairs. The house wasn't huge, there was a door right by the stairs the wouldn't close no matter how many times I pulled it shut. The window that was cracked, then two more doors. There was a bathroom at the end of the hallway. The door was slightly cracked with a "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the handle.

I opened the door to the second room and gasped, the entire room was filled with laundry baskets.

"You didn't say you had every laundry basket in Virginia up there!"

I stomped, delicately but still angrily, down the stairs (I was terrified they would collapes under me) and walked up to the old man.

He laughed "Yep. Way too much work for a 17 year old. You may as well just head home kid."

I glared "Why?"

He looked at me "Elaine gets paid to do this, you're a volunteer. You're gonna spend your whole summer taking care of me for free?"

I stared at him and walked over to the livingroom door, grabbing my backpack "You know what Mr. Orth? You're right."

I walked towards the door, the cat had resumed it's place on the counter, I considered slamming the door behind me but I was afraid the entire house would collapes.

"Screw this, I'm not waisting my summer here for that ungrateful ass." I hopped over the gate instead of fighting to open it again "I'll work, and I'll hang out with my friends, and I'll volunteer at a soup kitchen and that's good enough."

Turning around I flipped off the house "Screw you Horton Orth."

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So there's the first chapter. I'll try not to spoil anything from the other stories that are currently unwritten. I'll just gloss over a bunch of details.

Give me some feedback, does this seem like a good synopsis? I like it I just have to figure out how to execute it.

Love you all!