( i own nothing, and Ill do spell check tomorrow, this is just an idea?)
I shoved my hands deepr into my coat pokets as i walk up the drive way to my bestfriends house. I hate it when we get this much snow, its like it never stops. But hey, everything is colder now a days around this town. I stop when i reach the front of the door and concider knocking, i am sort of a uninvited guest, i mean he dosnt know im stoping by. but thats just becuase if i did ask him to chill he would ditch me again. Its been like that all week, ever since we got into that stupid fight about him being more careful with himself.
"ugh" I watch my breath go up in a fog and decide to just climb up to his window, I still cant belleive he stopped talking to me after that little incedent and this is what i resort to. I mean i didnt even see the big deal of it, hes been showing up for three months now with little briuses and marks here and there. Then when we were running the mile for p.e. he did nothing but limp. I wouldnt have bothred him about it becuase normally he skips out on class anyways but he just looked like he was in pain.
Maybe its becuase I should have just minded my own buisness. But when i brought up the marks on his arms he got really defencive, and all i told him is that he should stop being so clumsy before he breaks himself. "easy donavan." I say to myself as i make my way up to his window hopeing the vine still holds my weight. Its been forever since i snuck threw his window.
I finally get to the opening and i ease my way inside. "Umph!" well so much for easing i think as i get up and start to rub my sore backside. But I dont really get the chance to finish before theres and hand over my mouth and a body pressed tight to my back. If I didnt know Craigs smell I would proabably have pissed myself or broke out some cool ninja moves. But weve been close for so long now I can literely smell when he walks into a room.
"mm mm mm" Im trying to talk and ask him what the hell hes doing but he whispers "shh dont move" and i dont. Not a single muscle. But then i notice my body shaking only its not controlled by me, its from craig. I slowly reach up and take his hand off of my mouth, but before I can say anything we hear a loud bang and a crash like something glass fell to the floor, then in a flash craig has both of us locked into his tiny closet.
"What the fuck man, whats going on are you being robbed or something?" I ask in a harsh whipser but by the look of his face, its alot worse then that. IVe seen craig pisssed, Ive seen him upset, but never have i ever seen him scared.. no terrifeid. His face has lost all color exept around his eyes which are rimmed red, he looks like a dear cought in the head lights, his hat is missing so his hair is stiskcing up everywhere and his mouth wont stop shivering.
We hear the noise of his bedroom door being slammed in, and he finally looks at me. My mouth goes dry becuase i have no idea whats going on all i know is its not good and craig looks like hes about to break. "Dude, hide and close your eyes. dont come out." he whispers to me and I dont know why but I just grabbed onto him. "Im not leaving you craig", great im crying now, Ive never been good in sitiuations like this. An if craig looks like hes on the verge of tears then I should have been balling my eyes out hours ago.
But as soon as the words leave my mouth my blurry eyes are blinded by a light and he is literly ripped from my arms. I hear a thump and craig whimper so i whipe my eyes real fast, and the next thing i see isnt the burgler i pictured. "Mr. Tucker, what are you doing.?" I ask as i step out of the closet.
A/N Eh should i keep going or nah