One Hundred and Ten Years Apart
Chapter Three;; Yup I'm Crazy
Thursday, July 1st, 2009
Ah sleep. Sleep was a good thing in my world. It meant no worries. It meant no problems, no having to go here or there, no long boring days and no dumb people intent on ruining your day. Sleep was a world you could make your own. You could dream the sweetest of dreams; anything you wanted! You could get the guy you wanted, go anywhere you wanted, be anyone you-
"Ian! Get up! I told you we had to leave early!"
Sleep never lasted long enough...
I let out a growl, opening one of my eyes to see my bedroom light flicker on. Letting out a sigh, I sat up reluctantly, feeling the green afghan pool around my waist. Unlike a lot of teenagers, I didn't argue back often. Well, there were a lot of things about me that screamed strange teenager, and my room was one of them. The carpet was a faded golden brown color with a single bluish stain in the middle of the room (left of course by five year old me who had something squishy and stain like). My walls were a faded white/cream and I had ugly brownish gold curtains that were always drawn. There were two tall bookshelves again the window wall and the wall next to it that were filled with books and trinkets. Also against the window wall was a desk with a TV screen; the TV was hooked up to a DVD player as well as a computer hard drive, thanks to my dad. The DVD player sat upon a white dresser that was piled with a few books and a ton of DVDs. The dresser touched another wall; one what was filled with pictures of cats and lions and even a bunny or two that were hand drawn by me. On that same wall was a closet that had three creamy doors. Against the wall across from the large window, TV and one of the book cases was a large, black metal bunk bed. The bottom bed had a leopard patterned sheet that was golden with a ring of leaves here and there. It wasn't all girly (hell no), but it was more African themed, which I liked. The bottom bunk had four pillows; two smaller brown ones that rested on the edge of the bed to keep me from falling off (I'm a very violent sleeper) and two bigger pillows that had a lion, lioness, jaguar and tiger. There was also a big brown dog that rested on the bed against wall (violent sleeper, remember? I've hit that wall many a time with my head, knees, etc...). Like I've said before, I wasn't an average teenager. I didn't sleep under the covers. No, it wasn't because I'd get hot, it's because... I liked it? I don't really know why. Instead I had two feather afghans. One usually rested against the bottom of the bed while I kept the other over me. Another strange characteristic of my bedroom? It was a tropical rain forest. No fans were allowed in my bedroom, the window was always locked and the vents had pillows thrown over them when the air was turned on. Yup. I was weird.
The bunk above me had a regular green blanket with a faded white pillow. Under the covers slept a somewhat normal person. Somewhat. It was my twin brother, Ian, who was supposed to be getting up to go to work with my mom because he had a doctors appointment for his scoliosis (yup, we both shared mild scoliosis even though his was slightly worse). Letting out a yawn, I got up off my bed and stretched. I wore my interesting mix-match pj's: soft blue sweat pants, a pink, long sleeved button up with yellow smiley faces and green stripped socks. What could I say? I just wore them to bed; I didn't have to be beautiful to sleep.
Turning back around, I put my feet on my bed and held on to the edge of the top bunk looking into the silent face of my brother. He didn't snore, lucky for me, but he did breathe pretty deeply, like myself, and at the moment he was doing this; taking a deep breath in and then letting it back out. Silently, I brought my right hand up to his face and pushed his nose up so he looked like a pig.
"Wakey, wakey Iaaaaaaaaaan!" I yelled in his ear as he tried to bat my hand away.
"Why?" He mumbled into his pillow before he turned over onto his side, facing the wall away from me.
Rolling my glaucous blue eyes, I put my hands on the top metal bar and hefted myself up. I brought my foot up to the lowest bar before I fell upon Ian.
He let out a grunt, his matching blue eyes glaring up at me, his breath coming out in raspy little breaths.
"I. Hate. You..." He gasped, trying to push me off.
I grinned widely at him, poking his nose with my index finger.
"Suuuure ya do, Ian." I chuckled before I bit his shoulder. What? It was a friendly little bite, it's not that weird...
I got to the edge of the bunk bed as it screeched and yelled under my weight. I jumped off the top bunk and landing on my knee and foot. Cracking my neck, I heard I loud meow at my side. Looking down, I found myself staring down at my cat, Shadow. The petite black cat stared up at me, her golden green eyes wide. If it hadn't been for the fluffy fur all over her body, and my floor, she'd probably be confused with a kitten even though she was probably just as old as me (13 or 14 at the most). Shadow was all black with the exception of a tiny white dot of fur on her chest. She was a weird one alright; she was the sweetest thing a few years ago, and then we got two small mutt dogs and she just got so pissed off, she ran away. She was gone for about half a year before we ever saw her again, but it was a mystery as to where she had gone. She was well fed and groomed, but she came back with a very sour personality. But now she had mellowed out and allowed a few people to touch her.
"How you doing, Shadow?" I asked, scratching her a couple times under her chin. Almost immediately, she started to purr deep within her throat. Still petting her, I looked up to see Ian climb down the real ladder (nearest the door) and walk to the closet. Yes, even though we were both teenagers and we were of the opposite sex, we shared everything; a closet, a room, a bed... heck, I even stole his basketball shorts for my sports some times. What could I say? All the girls shorts were short shorts or spandex, and believe me, you didn't want to see me in spandex.
By the time I had finished giving Shadow a good pet, Ian was fishing some of his clothing out of his side of the closest (the left) so I went out of the room. (Well we did have boundaries. I wasn't going to watch him change!)
I skipped across she small hall just outside our bedroom door to the bathroom Ian and I shared. By the time I came back and knocked on the door, Ian imerged in basketball shorts, a T-shirt with Brian from Family Guy saying "Sarcasm is just another free service I offer" and black low top All Stars.
His shortish hair was a mess, the brown streaked blond locks flying everywhere.
He yawned as I walked by, walking toward the bathroom to finish getting ready.
Finding nothing better to do in my room, I plopped down onto my gray swivel chair seated at the computer/TV and turned the monitor on. I checked the few things I had; e-mail, Myspace, Facebook, MSN... nothing interesting.
A few moments later my mom and Ian called a goodbye before the garage opened and they left. All I had to do now was wait. Danielle, my best friend, was coming over this morning at about "nine-ish" she told me. It was almost ten. But then again, Danielle hated mornings, and didn't get up very easily.
So I doodled around on "Paint" for a little while, awaiting Danielle.
It wasn't long before I heard the back door that was in the dining room down the hall open and then close loudly.
"Deeeedaaaaa." Danielle sang as she skipped down hall way and kicked open my door with her foot.
Swiveling around in my seat I saw her enter the room.
Danielle was just about as tall as me, even though she was my complete polar opposite. Instead on tan skin, long and straight blond hair and lightish blue eyes like me, she had snow white skin, curly strawberry blond hair and gray blue eyes. Danielle smiled widely at me, her tiny white teeth glistening. In her hand was a big brown back (pretty beat up from all the abuse it got from going back and forth from her parents homes) and on her back was a backpack that most likely held her computer and books. At the moment she wore her blue skinny jeans, Cullen T-shirt and checkered slip ons.
Throwing her stuff at the foot of the bunk bed by the latter, Danielle waved.
"Hey." I mummbled, stretching my arms, "What's up?"
"Oh not much." Danielle stated, coming to stand in front of me. A few seconds later, her eyebrows knitted together.
"Hey... did you know there's a strange guy laying on your roof?" She asked me in the most innocent voice she had.
My eyebrows shot up. Wow her imagination can fly.
I chuckled once before turning back around.
"Uh huh, sure. Very funny."
"But I'm telling the thruth! I was walking around the house, going the long way because I forgot the pass word for the garage and I didn't want to ring the bell cause I didn't want to wake you or Ian up- where is he anyway? Didn't you say he was-"
"Focus, Danielle." I interrupted, becoming a bit annoyed with her.
"Oh right... anyway, I came around the long way and right above the back door on the roof this guy was just laying there. He was kind of cute you know. Anyway, I yelled at him, but he didn't hear me, so I came in here." She gave me a wide smile at the end as if to emphasize how stupid she was acting.
She wasn't usually like this... today just must not be a good day...
"You left a strange guy... on my roof..." I said slowly, taking in the words she was throwing at me.
"Uh huh..." She said back, almost innocently.
Rolling my eyes, I stood up, making my way past Danielle and to the door. Our house wasn't very big, really; near the front door we had a semi-large living room with a wooden TV set that had a large TV sitting in it. We had a green carpet (don't ask, believe me) through out the living room, but the rest of the house, besides the bedrooms, was made out of cork squares. The living room had three walls; the wall closest to the front of the house was wooden, the wall at the side of the house was white and the last wall was entirely made of large windows, plus a door, that led out to the backyard. The open space that should have been a wall had a wooden closet. On the other side of the closet (it opened out that way), was a large white door that led out to the front. Just outside of the small hallway from the front door was the dining room. The back wall had windows, although not as big as the living room, also facing the backyard, with a brick wall underneath. There was a barbecue built in to the wall next to the windows, and on the other side of that at an angle was the back door. Next to the back door was a litter box plus the cat food. And next to the litter box was the washer and dryer. Across from the windows facing the back yard was the kitchen, which couldn't really be called a kitchen at all. It was tiny with the dishwasher, sink, fridge/freezer, stove... you know, normal kitchen just small and.. fun sized? Anyway, over by dryer and washer, both of which rested by the back door, mind you, was the hall way to the back. Right before the hallway was a door that led out to the furnace and then the garage that usually held my dad's silver Toyota truck and my moms pixie white RAV 4. Once you started walking down the medium sized hall way, you first came by some cabinets on the right. Then there were two door on both the right and the left. On the right was the bathroom Ian and I shared, and then on the left was my dads room. His small room had cloud wall paper (after all, that room had been mine and Ian's nursery first), his computers, plus his futon bed. A few feet down the hall from my dads room, still on the left because there were some large closets on the right that housed all my moms old clothing, was our room, which I have already mentioned. And then at the end of the hall was my moms bedroom with the bathroom to the right once you entered the room. The carpet had been ripped out (the old green carpet {why did the people before us love green carpet} had started to get worn through, so mom became crazy), and in the room was her queen bed, TV and computer. (My parents didn't sleep in the same room because the both of them snore which irritates each other. So what was the plan? Give surround sound snoring to the kids!)
Walking a bit fast down the hall, still clad in my odd pj's, I slipped my flip flops on that I had left by the washer and opened the door. Once the first door was open, my two dogs, Sugar and Licorice, started jumping at the screen door. Both were little mutts without defined breeds, although Sugar sort of had a Yorkie face and Licorice was long and slim with a long snout like a Dachshund. While Sugar was a light creamy curly haired small dog with butterscotch ears, Licorice was a dark brown and black with little silver curls on her lower back, bottom, tail and back legs (misfit dogs or what?). Opening the screen door, I allowed the dogs to come in. Immediately, they ran in, their claws making scratching noises against the cork. They rounded the corner and jumped into their little cage that sat in front of the unused barbecue. I exited through the door, Danielle right on my heals. I walked forward onto the grass and turned around, looking up at the brown roof. True to her word, there was a boy laying up there, looking calm as if he were asleep. From what I could tell, he wore turn of the century clothing with a blue button up shirt, brown trousers, red suspenders and a gray newsies hat. In his pocket there seemed to be a sling shot and through his belt loop was a gold tipped cane.
I scratched my head as Danielle came to my side, looking at the boy with me.
"How are we going to get him off the roof?" Danielle asked me.
"Uhm... I could climb the tree?" I suggested.
If you exited the back door, to the left was an herb garden against the wall with a single turtle in it (rightfully named Ms. Turtel). The herb garden was less than a foot above the concrete with two bricks high around it and a little white fence to keep her in. Around the herb garden away from the wall was the concrete path that led to the back back yard and the storage room. (The storage room is attached to the house, but there weren't any door besides the one outside. If there was a door, it would lead right into moms room.) Just on the other side of the storage room was a small tree that the cats often used to get up on the roof. The roof slanted down on this part of the house, coming just a few feet above my head (five and a half to six feet tops).
Without waiting for Danielle's answer, I walked to the small tree. It was an old tree (it was as old as me if not older), but didn't reach great heights. I started climbing the tree with my flip flops on (probably not a smart move on my part). Grunting, I pulled myself up onto the roof from the tree and sat there with my legs hanging over the edge as twigs and leaves slapped at my face. I started pulling away from the edge of the roof, my pants getting stuck on the roof tiles as I dragged my way up the slight slope. Once a few feet from the edge of the roof, I stood up, careful not to fall over. Then, as fast as I dared to go, I made my way to the strange boy lying on my roof. During the duration of the short walk over there, a few questions light bulbed in my brain. What was I going to tell mom and dad? "Oh hey mom, I found this strange guy on my roof. Can we keep him?" I chuckled as I got to my knees at the boys side.
Firstly, I checked the boys pulse to make sure he was alive. (Well, yeah; it'd be a strange place to dump a dead body... but you never know.) Much to my relief, his heart was beating. Setting his hand back down, I decided to stop being gentle. Bringing my right hand up to his cheeck, I poked it a bit hard.
"Hello in there." I mumbled, continuing to poke his cheek, "Why're you on my roof?"
For a couple of moments, nothing happened as I continued to poke the strange guys cheek. Then, after about my twenty seventh poke, his left hand shot up from where it had been laying as his side and grabbed my wrist. The motion had been so sudden, that I fell backwards onto my butt, thankful no where near the edge of the roof.
"Stop. Touchin'. Me." The boy growled, his eyes still closed before he released my wrist in a jerky way to lay his arm back down at his side.
"Hey!" I yelled, coming back to my knees, "Get off my roof, jerk!"
Nothing happened and I suddenly wondered if he was some mental patient and I'd done something wrong.
So I quickly leaned over him, looking carefully down as his face. He had smooth features; Normal sized, angry looking eyebrows, rounded cheeks, pouty lips, slightly upturned nose... Hey, in some persons book, he might even be considered cute.
"Would you please just wake up?" I growled, my eyebrows knitting together.
Slowly, yet surely, the guy opened his eyes. Once his eyelids had slid up and his eyes were visible, I felt a very painful shock of what seemed to be electricity go through my spine. In shock, I sat up completely, looking down at the boy. Screams suddenly rang in my ears. I could make out two high pitched screams; girls perhaps? Plus four other guys yelling? And somebody sobbing in the backround... and lastly another guy yelling that somebody was wrong.
As quickly as they had appeared, the voices and screams disappeared, and I was back in my world, my breath stuck in my chest.
The guy in front of my had sat up now, staring at me with wide eyes. But they were... scary looking. Sad looking as well. They were metallic blue that seemed to read me like an open book.
"Hollis?" He asked, his voice portraying signs of a New York accent.
"What?" I mumbled, looking at him with a confused and painful look on my face. My ears were still ringing from the pitches of the screams. Something about his boy... was off. Something about him... brought back something painful.
Yay, another chapter down! And this one was... really long. Sorry about that D: Describing my house is crazy hard... as you might tell.
Anyway, I hope you guys liked it!
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~Scree
(Ah yes... look up "Hello Brooklyn" by All Time Low. It practically screams Spot Conlon!)