Sweet Dreams
The banging coming from upstairs got louder and louder. I gripped him and saw the twins do likewise. We sat as quiet as we possibly could but I could hear it get louder every second. It suddenly stopped, about 10 feet away. We held our breath. I looked into his eyes and held their wonderous gaze. How had we ended up here? I wondered silently, pleading the blue orbs to give me an answer. He seemed to realize there was unspoken questions in my eyes and cupped my cheek. Just then I heard it.
The last thing I would hear before I died.
-Chapter 1-
It was warm out. I was glad for that I mean, who would want a cold and foggy day on a momentous fuck up like this? I was being sent to Oregon, some backwater place called Gravity Falls. All becuase of some stupid jerk who couldnt keep it together. Wow sometimes I really hate my family. Actually, make that always. Yeah, some guy went crazy and ran in the mall with a bomb, but it didnt go off, so why worry? I never understand what they think or how the world works for them. Well, fine. Send me there, Ill manage. At least I have someone for the ride.
Only problem is I hate him.
I used to adore him. Waste hours worshipping some sticks in a closet for him. He never paid it back. Yeah, we are friends, but I still despise him after 7 years of soul wrenching failedromance. We hang out, and I act nice, and even though I hate him, I stick around. Thats what devotion does to you. Some people are surprised a 13 year old, 98 pound and 5'7" girl like me could hold so much fury. (Mostly my parents.) My ass of a father took parenting courses urged by my too sweet sister (too sweet as in cyanide) and my mother cut her drinking. She is usually still dazed, most likely from the obscene amount of alcohol she has had in the past 15 years. Im surprised that im only milded fucked up and not dead. Anyways, they cleaned up their act and my best friend left for Chicago. She didnt want to be a city rat anymore, so she moved into a city. Go figure. I didnt mind being a city rat. It suited me. I could beat up any of the guys i hung out with, and they could beat up everyone else. ItWas a good relationship. I wouldnt kick them in the balls, and they would make sure I wasnt annoyed by anyone else.
One problem with it.
Him. Again.
He just happened to be part of the guys I banded with. Thats why we are friends. He got more intense when his grandmother passed away. Apparently, the last thing she said was, Arnold. His name.