And Into The Night We Went
Chapter 1
Passing Judgment
The blood still lingered under Alex's nostrils, and he was desperately scribbling in his diary, as if in seconds his mind would turn into a dreary haze, and he wouldn't be able to write anything at all. He must have noticed me studying him, and he peered up, smiling wryly. His eyes were glazed, though, and I could tell his thoughts were still there, where he didn't want them to be. I was about to say something, words of assurance or comfort, but the commotion outside our house snatched my attention away. As I drew closer however, I realized the chaos was not coming from our house, but the one next door.
An oversized removal van was sitting in front of our driveway, blocking my entrance. People were shuffling in and out of the house with boxes and bin bags, unloading everything into the minute entrance. I pulled over to the curb, leaving the engine running as I outstretched away from the car. I tapped a shoulder of a box free man, pulling him out of the bustle.
"How may I help?" He queried politely. I was fighting the urge to swoon. He must have been older then me, only by a few years though, and his golden hair was neatly combed upon his godlike face. His beauty was literally perfect, every curve and every feature looked as if it was hand carved by the world's best carpenter.
"Your vans in the way of my drive." I stated the obvious, indicating towards the beast they were emptying. He turned around and looked, as if this had to be confirmed, and smiled vividly.
"I can see it is. Do you mind if you leave your car there until we've finished unloading it? That way its easier then stopping everyone." He meant well, but I hated waiting for people. I've waited for everyone the whole of my life, and being disappointed gets tiring after the umpteenth time.
"Uh, sure. I guess." I shrugged, not given much choice. I turned on my heel, not bothering to make conversation. I could see my brother sitting in the passenger seat of my Rabbit, watching, his brows furrowed. I opened his door and bent down.
"Pass me the keys Alex." I sighed, and he did as I asked.
"What the fucks going on then?" He asked, bending from under the shelter of the car. It was the first time he had spoken since the appointment with Dr. Oliver, and his voice was smoky and harsh. I could tell today wasn't going to be a good one. They seemed to be increasing vastly, the bad days, and the medication they gave him was unhelpful. They thought they could bullshit there way out of it. And Alex was fed up of lies.
"New neighbors."
He nodded, as if those 2 words explained it all. If only everything was that easy.
As we walked up our steps, I turned my head to see who was occupying the house. A boy around my age was walking up the path, a concealed box tucked beneath his arm. He had dark, charcoal hair, ruffled around his face. Like the man I had encountered earlier, he was shockingly beautiful, from his pearly white skin to his dark, luscious lips. He turned to look at us, and a smile lit across his flawless face.
"Aidan," he nodded, his cheeks blushing a light rose.
"Hally, and Alex." I jerked my head towards my brother, averting my gaze from Aidan before I started drooling.