In front of you stood a modest two bedroom house, fully equipped with two bathrooms, a standard kitchen, a very basic living room, a small pantry, and a moderate-sized storage room underneath the stairs. The house is two floors, just like your old house, but doesn't have a basement because it's hovering on stilts. Why would it need to be hovering on stilts? Oh, right: because Dad bought a fucking beach house.
The idea of living near the ocean absolutely repulsed you, and the fact that THAT would become a reality? Let's just say you feel like you're going to hurl. Other than that unfortunate little detail, your new house isn't all that bad you guess. There's a white porch that wraps around the entire house and connects to sky blue siding. The roof matches the porch's color and slants in an attempt to look different from typical homes. There are three windows just on the front of the house: one on either side of the white door and one above it. The one above the front door is the biggest, and you decide that you'd rather sleep in the crawl space beneath the stairs then have that much sunlight in your room.
You drag the first of many suitcases lazily behind you and march past both Tuna and Dad, not really in the mood for conversation. The door is unlocked already, but you don't have the patience to dwell on that so you just open the stupid thing. You apparently use too much force when opening it because it swings back and strikes the wall it's connected to. You can here Dad say something, but you ignore whatever it is and trudge up the carpeted stairs. You don't bother to examine the first floor because honestly? You don't plan on coming out of your room unless you REALLY need something.
There's a white door at the top of the stairs, and you decide that that's going to get annoying very quickly. You position your suitcase awkwardly so that it leans against you and open the door to reveal a hallway. Seriously, why would you need a door to a hallway what the fuck? You groan and yank your suitcase up the last stair before opening the first door on the right. It's just a bathroom with only the necessities: a stand up shower, a toilet, and a sea shell sink. You're sure somebody must've installed that last thing thinking they were pretty clever in doing so, and all you wanna do is find this person and hurt them. It was NOT cute in the slightest.
Now that you know where the bathroom is, you decide to see what's in the room across from it. You open the door and see a small bedroom, probably a guest room. Your dad didn't mention anything about a guest room, so when you check behind the next two doors and see that they're bedrooms, you get more than a little peeved off. You decide that this smaller room will be yours since it's farther away from the other two rooms and closer to the stairs. This means quicker commutes when you have to get food and less time someone could stop you for conversation. That, and it's across from the bathroom so that's easier too.
You toss the suitcase unceremoniously to the ground and head back downstairs to repeat the process. Once you're finally done bringing all of your belongings up, which only took about ten trips, you figure that now's a better time than any to unpack. At least your dad won't bother you if you do. You open up a cardboard box with your computer in it. It's pretty much the best thing ever and it's what you spend most of your time on. Although, you can't just set it up on the floor, so you eye the desk you'd dragged up here.
Dad had insisted that you wait for him to help, but you were stubborn and mad at him so you just lugged the thing up the stairs by yourself. It fucking sucked, but the look he gave you afterwards was so worth it. You grip the edges of the desk and yank it over to the desired location. It's directly across the room from the door so you don't have to look at anyone who bothers you, and you decide that even your family will be smart enough to get the hint.
Then there's the bed. You noticed upon entering that there was already a full sized mattress in here, only there was no board. It just sort of laid on the floor, and you decide to keep it that way because the likelihood of you actually sleeping was slim to none. Plus, it'll upset your dad, and that's something you've seriously been striving for. You open up another box full of blankets and pillows and toss them haphazardly on top of the mattress. Boom, consider your bed made. Time to set up your computer.
You do so in record time, and before you know it you've also unloaded all but your suitcase. The suitcase just had your clothes and didn't strike you as that important right now. Besides, you only wore like four different outfits, so there wasn't a lot in the bag anyway. The other stuff that you'd already unpacked consisted of your laptop, your wheely chair, a shitty little purple lamp, your mini fridge, two 12 packs of Mountain Dew (for the fridge obviously), a medium sized dresser for the clothes you weren't going to bother with yet, a box of Honey Nut Cheerios, your 24 inch TV, the speakers for your TV and computer, your headset and microphone, and black curtains for the window in your new room. Don't wanna risk any light seeping through.
Pretty proud of how quickly you unpacked, you decide that you deserve to play Minecraft for a while. You double click the icon on your monitor and, just as you're about to enter your favorite server, your fucking family walks in and ruins everything. You resist the urge to turn around, but you can hear them. You can hear the springs in your mattress creek, meaning Tuna had probably jumped on it, and then Dad just HAD to clear his throat so you'd turn. There were no more excuses to ignore them.
You turn your chair around and give your dad the rudest glare you can manage, but he just chuckles heartedly like a douche. Your brother is currently wrapping himself in your sheets, probably trying to make himself into a cocoon. You groan and nod your head in disapproval, completely deterred because of Tuna's antics. You just can't stay upset when there's an adorable seventeen year old twirling around in your blankets and chucking pillows at Dads face. Your dad smiles and raises a hand to block the fluffy weapons, then looks at you and you frown. Fuck, you were hoping Tuna would distract him and he'd forget why he was up here, but then again that's not like your dad.
"Looks like we've got three rooms," he tells you as if you're not already completely fucking aware of that, "Lucky you, right?"
"Oh ya, if moving acroth the fucking country and living near a beach maketh me lucky then I'm the luckietht athhole in the fucking world," you sarcastically inform him, even going as far as smiling to convey your point. Dad just sighs and shakes his head at you, and you couldn't help but notice how he'd flinch every time you cussed. Hell, if you weren't so pissed off you might even feel a tad bit guilty. Only a tad though.
"I know you aren't happy with how things worked out, but-"
"But nothing! I don't care if mom left your ath, that doethn't mean you can puthy out and drag your fucking kidth with you! Thingth weren't that bad, but YOU jutht couldn't handle being even remotely clothe to that bitch tho now HERE WE ARE! Thtuck in thome mitherable thtate by thome thtupid ocean!" you scream at him, telling him your opinion on the situation for the fourth time since he'd suggested it. He frowns and looks away from you. Good, fuck him!
"Tuna wants to go swimming," he says, getting to the reason he'd even bothered coming up here, "I need you to take him while I finish unpacking. I'm making spaghetti for dinner, so be back in an hour or two."
Then he leaves your room and you can hear him go downstairs. You could've sworn you'd heard a sob too, but that may have just been in your imagination. You turn to Mituna, who looks like he's about to cry. He'd always hated confrontation, even before the incident, and the fights between you and Dad upset him the most. Although, can it really be called a fight when you're the only one yelling?
"Come on Tuna, let'th go."
He instantly perks up and it makes you smile just a little. Fuck, this kid always knew how to make things better didn't he? You start downstairs with Mituna right behind you, already dressed to go, and you peer around the corner cautiously to make sure your dad isn't in the kitchen. He isn't, so you exit through the back door with your brother and walk along a concrete pathway until your stepping on sand instead of rock.
Mituna runs past you with a childish grin towards the ocean, and you calmly walk behind him. He runs into the water until it comes up to his chest, then turns to you with the brightest smile you've ever seen on a person.
"Hey Thullox, come FUCKING THWIM WITH ME YOU UTHELETH CUNT pleathe!" he begs, and you just frown at his outburst. He notices your frown and mirrors it before bowing his head in shame.
"I'm thorry Thollux…"
He's bent over so his brown hair is now covering his face completely, but you know he's near tears. Not really wanting to see your older brother cry because of something that was out of his control, you laugh loud enough so he can hear. He straightens out and looks at you hopefully.
"Don't worry about it Tuna, jutht go thwim. I'll watch, ok?" you tell him, and he nods happily and dives underwater. You decide to just lay down in the sand, seeing as you have nothing better do to, and stare at the clear blue sky. There are no clouds today, but you don't really care because you really just wanna go back inside. You could care less about stupid clouds.
You decide to rest your eyes and do your best to enjoy yourself, soothed by the happy squeals of your Tuna-Fish. You smile a little and think that maybe this whole thing won't be so bad. It's quiet along this beach, save Mituna, and if it stays like this you dare say you might even ENJOY living here. Maybe for once in your life you can actually just relax and be happy.
And then you hear Mituna scream and the entire dream of contentedness just goes to hell. You jerk up and the first thing that comes to mind is 'oh thit he'th drowning' but what you see is a million times worse.
There're two other kids in the water with your brother. One of them has slicked back pitch black hair and a cigarette in his mouth, the bigger one, and is pushing your brother's head underwater while his arms flail above the surface. The other kid who's a bit smaller with a purple streak in his hair is tugging frantically on the bigger one's arm. They look like siblings, but it doesn't appear that they like each other very much because the bigger one just let go of your brother and punched the smaller one in the face.
You quickly get up and run towards Mituna, but freeze when you reach the water's edge. Fuuuuuhhhh, you can do this, you can do this, you can do this, you can fucking do this! You charge into the water towards your brother who's desperately trying to swim in your direction, but the bigger kid has a hold on his ankle and won't let go. You're not very tall, so by the time your hand grabs Tuna's the water is already at your chin. He clings to your hand for dear life and you pull him towards you with every bit of strength you possess.
There was no way in HELL you were going to let Mituna get bullied again, no fucking way! He didn't deserve it, and if these punks thought they could hurt him then they had another thing coming! Although, who were you even kidding? You're scrawny and weak, so it's not like you could fight them, and you don't think they'd be up for a battle of wits. All you can do is just keep pulling and cussing and walking backwards until the bigger kid snickers and punches you in the nose. Your grip on Tuna remains, but you lose your footing and fall in the water. Oh fucking shit god damnit no!
You struggle to keep your eyes open as you continue to pull, but all you can see are the blinding rays from the sun reflecting off the water and you've run out of oxygen from screaming. Your hand falls out of Mituna's and your thoughts cloud over and the last thing you remember seeing is a purple streak and the gayest glasses ever made.
