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This is being made up as I go along but there is a plot. It's just really good at evading my butterfly net of doom. Well Here's the second chapter.
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John, now dressed in some of Kevin's clothes, a faded blue collared shirt and a pair of blue jeans, was lead downstairs for dinner. John noticed how the man held the polished railing, as though he would fall without it.
When the two reached the bottom of the stairs, Kevin sighed. The man looked exhausted and that made John concerned. Kevin seemed to notice the auburn haired teen's concern.
"Oh, don't worry about me, lad." He said light heartedly, "These old bones still have some life in them." Kevin seemed to forget about his momentary laps of energy and began giving John a tour of the house.
John was lead through an elegantly decorated parlor area. The walls were a soft cream color that held many pictures. John guessed the people in the pictures were members of Kevin's family. The carpet was a deep blue and the two love seat couches were the same color as the walls. A small silver lamp sat on top of a polished wooden nightstand between them. Two wide windows overlooked the expansive lawn in front of the house and let in the fading light that reflected off the polished coffee table that matched the nightstand.
"This way." Kevin's accented voice called. John caught up to the smiling man a little embarassed to have fallen behind. Kevin, however, didn't seem to mind.
He lead John down a wide hallway that had even more pictures. John began to wonder how big this man's family was. He hoped he wasn't intruding.
Almost halfway down the hall John's nose picked up the sent of blended spices, meat, and some other scents he didn't recognize. His stomach gave a low rumble at the mouthwatering sent making him blush slightly and Kevin's smile widen.
The two entered the dinning room. It was well lit by a small chandelier over an oval shaped polished dinning table. Four chairs were placed around the table. John was confused. He'd thought there would be more, but that was just because of the pictures. The floor was a beige tile that glowed orange with the setting sun bieng let through by another nearby window.
The kitchen area was separated from this room by a white counter. Said counter held several steaming bowls and a stack of white plates being tended to by a thin elderly woman. She had light blond hair that was leaning towards white. Despite her age the woman held an air of authority around her while she worked to prepair dinner. Her light blue eyes were so focused she didn't notice the two men that had entered.
"Hello Sandra." Kevin said breaking the woman's Rythm. As she looked up in slight irritation her gaze softened into a smile as she spotted John.
"Why hello there." She said as she whipped her hands on the pink apron covering her yellow sundress and went to him. "You're finally up." John bagan to wonder how long he was out, but he smiled pleasantly at the woman as she took his hand in hers. He noticed that she had the same accented voice as Kevin. The accent was familiar but John couldn't seem to place it.
"Pleased to meet you." John said politely.
"How are you feeling?" She asked as she ran her fingers through his auburn locks, pushing back a few stray strands. The clear concern in her voice struck a cord in the teen and a sudden wave of emotion made his throat constrict.
"It seems the lad's lost his memory." Kevin answered for him. Sandra turned to the nearly forgotten man beside her in surprise.
"Oh dear, that's too bad." She said turning back to John. "Not even your name?" she asked. John shook his head slightly.
"I guess for now I'll go by 'John Doe'." The teen said. Sandra nodded.
"Well don't you worry." She said, the sense of authority reappearing around her frail form, "You're more than welcome to stay with us as long as you like." Another wave of emotion overwhelmed the teen. He didn't know people like this still existed in this chaotic world.
"Thank you." His voice a whisper. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Oh!" Kevin said distracting the two, "I should probably warn you about-"
The man's words were cut off by a high pitched squeak of delight. John turned in time to see a black blur tackle him to the ground. He was pinned to the ground by a small girl, around six or seven. Her ink black hair was cut short and spiked out in all directions. Her dark brown eyes sparkled happily down at him.
"You're finally awake!" she said excitedly, "I'm Elizabeth, but I don't like Elizabeth so you can call me Lizzy. Will you be my big brother?" John could only stare in shock.
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Guess Kevin should have warned him sooner, ne? Well this is the end of the second chapter. Please review and remember this is the first story I've ever posted so be nice. I think L's gonna be in the next chapter.