I just want to finish a story without deleting it. So however you find this, I'm cool with it. I personally think I could do better. I'm just speeding past this. -_-
The house is quiet when they wake up. Normally, the television is heard from downstairs during the weekends or Leah's music from the next room. But it's oddly quiet. A note sat on his night table, reading that May was out for the day and Leah left as well. They went downstairs and Bug grabbed a saucer from the cabinet and boiled some water. Alex stayed close behind, a habit they both have.
"Alex? Are you worried about this years Ripper day?" Bug mumbled barely audible to his friend. Alex had to stay still and lean forward to hear him. They were in the kitchen; Bug was boiling water to make hot chocolate.
It wasn't a question they would normally ask, the day they all shared their birthdays, but mainly, shared the day of the death of the psychopath, Abel Plenclov. "Why would I be bothered by someone who died sixteen years ago?" Alex said, taking a bite out of the apple he picked out of the basket.
"I meant, who Brandon will pick, we've done it ever since we could." Bug said, fiddling with the hem of his wool sweater. Every year, they would make a doll of the Ripper and since the start; Brandon would be the one who would pick to 'kill' the Ripper. Alex looked at him, titling his head to the side. He touched Bug's chin and smiled.
"Don't worry about it; he'll probably pick himself again. He's done it before to impress everyone else." Bug grinned and rolled his eyes. He poured some of the hot water into a mug, hissing when it dripped down to his fingers. "Want some?" He asked, while trying to rip open the bag of powdered hot chocolate mix. He failed and tried opening it with his teeth.
Alex sighed, shaking with head but had a tiny smile on his lips. He reached over his shoulder and took the bag from him. He cut it open with a pair of scissors and gave it back to him. Bug looked at him, blankly. Alex gave him an innocent look, raising his hands. "Just trying to give you a hand."
"Well, I almost had it." He pouted, pouring it. He stirred it until it blended with the water with a spoon.
Alex watched him, standing close behind him. Bug hardly noticed, instead only felt the warm comfort of Alex's breath. "Are you sure you don't want some?" He asked. He hissed in pain when he accidently spilled more on his finger.
Alex took his hand and without thinking, put Bug's index and middle finger in his mouth. Bug gaped open his mouth, looking at his friend. Alex didn't realize what he had done until he locked eyes with him. Bug cleared his throat, taking back his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. "So how 'bout it?" He asked again, pointing at the hot chocolate."
"Maybe later." Alex said, looking down at his feet.
Bug looked everywhere but Alex, and then realized something that made him suck in his breath. "Brandon will pick me this year." He looked away when Alex looked at him. "He hasn't picked me yet, what if he picks me this year?"
"It's not a big deal, Bug." He leaned in forward and this time, for the first time, Bug stepped back. Alex tried not to notice. "You just have to knock over the damn thing."
"Knock it over." It wasn't really a question, more like he said it to himself. He actually tried to think of Ripper Day, but he found it hard, when what happened with Alex had given him shivers. He doubted it was the kind that made him sick. "That's it."
