A New Dawn
By: Sedi
El numero dos! Hehe! ^_^ Grr... I hate Spanish class... I hat skol. Dun ned skol. I no stoopid. I ned no edumakashion! XP Heh heh... Anyway... commence to chapter two! Mweh heh...
Chapter Two: First Day Jitters
Max looked out the window of the car and stared at the house. It was pretty big, about two stories high. In place of normal doors were the sliding kind that was made of glass. The windows were circular, and the vines that grew up the sides of the house made it seem ancient. He'd have to say that the house is at least fifty years old.
Parked infront of the house was a U-haul van and a green car, which Max recognized as his mother's, Judy. He quickly looked at his father, who was sitting in the driver's seat and pulling up into the side of the street. His father seemed focused, but somewhat broken at the thought of leaving his son. Max shifted in the seat uncomfortably, and looked out the window again. U-haul men walked out of the house, stepped into the van, and drove off.
"Do you want me to walk you up to the house, or will you be fine?"
Max looked at him. He knew that his dad didn't want to face his mother, not yet anyway, so he wasn't going to make him. "I'll be fine, Dad, don't worry." He faked a smile. "I'm always fine, aren't I?"
His father stared at Max for a minute, then reached over and ruffled his son's hair. "Take care of yourself and that knee of yours. Don't get into any trouble. Be good at school. And always try your best, no matter what. You're a great kid, Max."
Max smiled for real this time. "Sure, Dad..." He grabbed his bag out of the backseat of the car and stepped out of it then shut the door. "I'll miss you," he said through the opened window.
"I'll miss you too."
The blonde boy turned around and headed up towards the house, limping on his only crutch with ease. It had an almost spooky aura to it that sent shivers down his spine. He limped up to the door and knocked. Almost immediatly it flunged open. Judy stepped outside to hug her son, and he hesitantly returned it.
"I missed you so much, Maxie... It's been too long."
Two whole years. That's more than too long, that's an eternity. A big chunk out of his life. Max stared up at his mother, fighting back tears. Then he looked back to see that his father had already left. He already missed him.
"Come in..." She lifted the bag out of Max's hand and walked back inside.
Max silently followed her through the small hallway and into the living room, and looked around. The house was very old-fashioned. The floor was made of wood, as was the walls and ceiling. He could tell where electricians did a sloppy job of installing electricity. Some of the light switches were on backwards, and the above fan looked as if it were about ready to fall. Max made a mental note not to step under it anytime soon.
Judy set the bag on a white sofa. "Well what do you think? I know it isn't much, but I was in a hurry to move into Tokyo. I was hoping that me and you could remodel it a bit. What do you say?"
The blonde boy only nodded. For once, he didn't feel like talking or being his cheerful self.
"Well..." Judy hesitated. She could feel Max's uncomfortableness. Then she suggested,"How about I give you a tour of the house? You'll need to know where the bathroom is sooner or later." She giggled in an attempt to cheer her son up.
"That'd be great," Max replied, faintly grinning. "And after that, can we get something to eat?"
Inspired by his son finally getting a bit talkative, Judy added,"Sure, then maybe we can get some stuff unpacked. I already have a bed in your room. I decided to let you have the first floor room, since it might be too much of a hassle for you to try getting up and down the stairs every day. It's a good thing there's a full bathroom on the ground floor..." She trailed off, then smiled at Max. "Well, let's go!"
Judy walked into another room slowly, and Max had to take a second to reposition himself on his crutch before following her. They walked into a small kitchen, which also had sloppy installments of appliances. Max's mom didn't seem to mind though.
"This is the kitchen, which is the last thing I want to remod-" Suddenly a phone rang. Judy took a cellphone out of her pocket and turned it on. "Hello? .... Yes.... Okay...."
Max let his eyes wander around the kitchen as he shifted on his crutch again. He then looked at his mother, and remembered what his father had said to him about her before. She was a busy woman who worked in some lab, and was always on call. Most of the time she had to go off to work in the middle of the weekend.
Sure enough, when Judy hung up, she asked Max,"Do you think that you can be on your own here for a few hours?"
The blonde boy nodded. "Yeah, sure..."
"Okay. There's Ramon Noodles in one of the cabinets, so get yourself some dinner soon. Make yourself at home and explore it a little. Just don't attempt the stairs. Wait until that leg of yours gets a little better, okay?" Judy kissed her son on his forhead, picked up a set of keys off of a table, and swiftly walked out of the door.
Max limped up to the window and watched his mother's car pull away from the house and down the street. "I guess... I guess I have the house to myself for a while." He sighed and went back into the living room, careful to walk around the fan on the ceiling, then flopped down on the sofa.
The teen boy stared at the ceiling for a moment, then suddenly shivered. "This is nuts," he muttered to himself. "It's only the beginning of October and I'm already getting cold. Does this place even have heating?" With the help of his crutch, he stood back up and limped into a hallway.
Max opened the first door in the hallway and saw that it was the bathroom. The electricians actually did a good job installing the shower, sink, and toilet. Either that, or they hired different electricians for that job. There were a few boxes stacked ontop of the toilet and sink. Probably full of towels, washclothes, and shower curtains, Max decided.
He closed the door and wobbled over to the next door, then opened it. It was a plain room, with only a bed and a few boxes lying around.
"Must be my room," he said outloud, not caring that no one was around to hear him.
The boy walked to the end of the hallway and walked into the last door at the end of it. He was surprised to find himself on a porch in the back of the house. The porch definently did not match the house, and was for sure an add-on. Even though it was made out of wood, the material seemed newer. Wire was inplace of windows; the door leading outside was also made of wire and wood.
Max stepped up to a window and looked out of it. He saw a small field that looked quite gloomy. There were many plants, but almost all of them were dying. The only one that actually seemed to be alive was a large, leaf-less tree that stood in the middle of the field a good hundred yards away from the house. Everything else, obvious failed attempts at making the place look more cheerier, was dying around it.
"How depressing..."
"What's depressing?" Asked a calm voice.
Max's eyes widened as he spun around as fast as he could, but lost his balance as he tripped over his crutch. The poor boy started to fall, but was caught by a pair of arms. Max quickly looked up at a pair of smokey eyes. The guy who caught him chuckled.
"Hey, sorry I scared you, bud!" He held Max with one hand, and retrieved the crutch with the other, then gave it to him. "I didn't think you were so jumpy."
Bude? Max leaned on the crutch again, and glared at the other boy. "Who are you, and what are you doing in here?"
"Chill! My name's Tyson." Tyson gave Max a goofy grin. "I saw a moving van right outside here, so I just came here to see who was moving in. But no one answered when I knocked, so I just went in to see if someone was really moving in here."
"Oh..." Max reshifted on his crutch. "Well, I'm Max." He looked at the other boy, and couldn't help but let his instincts kick in. He giggled and held out his crutch-free arm. "It's nice to meet you, Tyson."
Tyson took Max's hand and shook it. "It's nice to meet you too, Maxie!"
Max glanced at Tyson then looked away. Only three people call him Maxie, and that's his mom and dad, and Jade. But, not wanting to worry his new friend, Max said,"You wanna sit down or something? Want anything to drink?"
"Something to drink would be nice," Tyson answered. "But I'll get it, you sit down."
"Tyson, I'm not a cripple. I can get it." Before Tyson could answer, Max limped back inside and into the kitchen, the smokey eyed before not far behind him.
"Sorry if I offended you in any way," he said apologetically. "So, what did happen to you?"
"I prefer not to talk about it," Max murmured while looking through cupboards. He finally found one with glasses in it and pulled two out, then wobbled over to the fridge. He opened it and was disappointed to find that there was only milk in it.
"I understand." He looked into the fridge also. "Your mom and dad don't like to shop much?"
"We just moved in," Max replied. "And it's just me and my mom. Dad lives in a different town. I used to live with him, but then I moved in with Mom today."
Tyson nodded, took the milk out of the fridge, and filled both glasses with it. Max took it from his hands when he was done and put it back in the fridge. They both walked back into the living room, Tyson carrying the drinks, and sat on the sofa. When Max set his crutch on the ground, Tyson handed him his milk.
"So where is your mom?"
"She had to go back to work today, some kind of emergency. She's on call on the time, so she frequently has to go to some lab outside of her actual working hours. At least, that's what my dad told me. I guess he was right. I hope she isn't gone too much."
Tyson grinned his goofy smile again. "Don't worry your blonde head off about it! If your mom is ever gone again, just call me, okay?" He whiped out a pen from nowhere, took Max's hand, and wrote a number on it. "It's a good think Kenny gave me this pen after school. I don't think you'll be able to find anything to write with, with all of these boxes stacked around."
Max blinked at the number on his hand. He then broke into another smile, grateful to already have a good friend. "Thanks!" He giggled. "I'll write this down on paper later, when Mom gets back. She might know which box is which, 'cause I sure don't." He took a drink of his milk, and Tyson followed this suit.
Then, Tyson looked at his watch. "Great, it's five already. Grandpa will want me home by now to help him with dinner. I'll come by again tomorrow, okay? I'll help you unpack and stuff."
"Thanks Tyson, I'd really appreciate that!" Max grinned at him.
Tyson winked at him and said,"Until then, see ya later!" He walked out of the front door, gently closing the door behind him, and ran back down to the streets.
Max sighed, then used his crutch to again get up from the sofa. 'This is becoming a chore,' he thought. The blonde boy walked back down the hallway and onto the porch again. He looked at the tree, then shivered for the third time.
"What's wrong with me?" he wondered. Then, dismissing it as just first day jitters, he walked to the kitchen to make himself Ramon Noodles for dinner.
~To Be Continued
I'll get the next chapter of this up after I'm done with another chapter of Vampire's Winter. Unless I decide to work on this again before that... I'm really enjoying writing this! I'm still trying to think the whole plot out, althought I know what I'm gonna do in the end of this fic. It'll be a sort of evil surprise. *demented grin*
By: Sedi
El numero dos! Hehe! ^_^ Grr... I hate Spanish class... I hat skol. Dun ned skol. I no stoopid. I ned no edumakashion! XP Heh heh... Anyway... commence to chapter two! Mweh heh...
Chapter Two: First Day Jitters
Max looked out the window of the car and stared at the house. It was pretty big, about two stories high. In place of normal doors were the sliding kind that was made of glass. The windows were circular, and the vines that grew up the sides of the house made it seem ancient. He'd have to say that the house is at least fifty years old.
Parked infront of the house was a U-haul van and a green car, which Max recognized as his mother's, Judy. He quickly looked at his father, who was sitting in the driver's seat and pulling up into the side of the street. His father seemed focused, but somewhat broken at the thought of leaving his son. Max shifted in the seat uncomfortably, and looked out the window again. U-haul men walked out of the house, stepped into the van, and drove off.
"Do you want me to walk you up to the house, or will you be fine?"
Max looked at him. He knew that his dad didn't want to face his mother, not yet anyway, so he wasn't going to make him. "I'll be fine, Dad, don't worry." He faked a smile. "I'm always fine, aren't I?"
His father stared at Max for a minute, then reached over and ruffled his son's hair. "Take care of yourself and that knee of yours. Don't get into any trouble. Be good at school. And always try your best, no matter what. You're a great kid, Max."
Max smiled for real this time. "Sure, Dad..." He grabbed his bag out of the backseat of the car and stepped out of it then shut the door. "I'll miss you," he said through the opened window.
"I'll miss you too."
The blonde boy turned around and headed up towards the house, limping on his only crutch with ease. It had an almost spooky aura to it that sent shivers down his spine. He limped up to the door and knocked. Almost immediatly it flunged open. Judy stepped outside to hug her son, and he hesitantly returned it.
"I missed you so much, Maxie... It's been too long."
Two whole years. That's more than too long, that's an eternity. A big chunk out of his life. Max stared up at his mother, fighting back tears. Then he looked back to see that his father had already left. He already missed him.
"Come in..." She lifted the bag out of Max's hand and walked back inside.
Max silently followed her through the small hallway and into the living room, and looked around. The house was very old-fashioned. The floor was made of wood, as was the walls and ceiling. He could tell where electricians did a sloppy job of installing electricity. Some of the light switches were on backwards, and the above fan looked as if it were about ready to fall. Max made a mental note not to step under it anytime soon.
Judy set the bag on a white sofa. "Well what do you think? I know it isn't much, but I was in a hurry to move into Tokyo. I was hoping that me and you could remodel it a bit. What do you say?"
The blonde boy only nodded. For once, he didn't feel like talking or being his cheerful self.
"Well..." Judy hesitated. She could feel Max's uncomfortableness. Then she suggested,"How about I give you a tour of the house? You'll need to know where the bathroom is sooner or later." She giggled in an attempt to cheer her son up.
"That'd be great," Max replied, faintly grinning. "And after that, can we get something to eat?"
Inspired by his son finally getting a bit talkative, Judy added,"Sure, then maybe we can get some stuff unpacked. I already have a bed in your room. I decided to let you have the first floor room, since it might be too much of a hassle for you to try getting up and down the stairs every day. It's a good thing there's a full bathroom on the ground floor..." She trailed off, then smiled at Max. "Well, let's go!"
Judy walked into another room slowly, and Max had to take a second to reposition himself on his crutch before following her. They walked into a small kitchen, which also had sloppy installments of appliances. Max's mom didn't seem to mind though.
"This is the kitchen, which is the last thing I want to remod-" Suddenly a phone rang. Judy took a cellphone out of her pocket and turned it on. "Hello? .... Yes.... Okay...."
Max let his eyes wander around the kitchen as he shifted on his crutch again. He then looked at his mother, and remembered what his father had said to him about her before. She was a busy woman who worked in some lab, and was always on call. Most of the time she had to go off to work in the middle of the weekend.
Sure enough, when Judy hung up, she asked Max,"Do you think that you can be on your own here for a few hours?"
The blonde boy nodded. "Yeah, sure..."
"Okay. There's Ramon Noodles in one of the cabinets, so get yourself some dinner soon. Make yourself at home and explore it a little. Just don't attempt the stairs. Wait until that leg of yours gets a little better, okay?" Judy kissed her son on his forhead, picked up a set of keys off of a table, and swiftly walked out of the door.
Max limped up to the window and watched his mother's car pull away from the house and down the street. "I guess... I guess I have the house to myself for a while." He sighed and went back into the living room, careful to walk around the fan on the ceiling, then flopped down on the sofa.
The teen boy stared at the ceiling for a moment, then suddenly shivered. "This is nuts," he muttered to himself. "It's only the beginning of October and I'm already getting cold. Does this place even have heating?" With the help of his crutch, he stood back up and limped into a hallway.
Max opened the first door in the hallway and saw that it was the bathroom. The electricians actually did a good job installing the shower, sink, and toilet. Either that, or they hired different electricians for that job. There were a few boxes stacked ontop of the toilet and sink. Probably full of towels, washclothes, and shower curtains, Max decided.
He closed the door and wobbled over to the next door, then opened it. It was a plain room, with only a bed and a few boxes lying around.
"Must be my room," he said outloud, not caring that no one was around to hear him.
The boy walked to the end of the hallway and walked into the last door at the end of it. He was surprised to find himself on a porch in the back of the house. The porch definently did not match the house, and was for sure an add-on. Even though it was made out of wood, the material seemed newer. Wire was inplace of windows; the door leading outside was also made of wire and wood.
Max stepped up to a window and looked out of it. He saw a small field that looked quite gloomy. There were many plants, but almost all of them were dying. The only one that actually seemed to be alive was a large, leaf-less tree that stood in the middle of the field a good hundred yards away from the house. Everything else, obvious failed attempts at making the place look more cheerier, was dying around it.
"How depressing..."
"What's depressing?" Asked a calm voice.
Max's eyes widened as he spun around as fast as he could, but lost his balance as he tripped over his crutch. The poor boy started to fall, but was caught by a pair of arms. Max quickly looked up at a pair of smokey eyes. The guy who caught him chuckled.
"Hey, sorry I scared you, bud!" He held Max with one hand, and retrieved the crutch with the other, then gave it to him. "I didn't think you were so jumpy."
Bude? Max leaned on the crutch again, and glared at the other boy. "Who are you, and what are you doing in here?"
"Chill! My name's Tyson." Tyson gave Max a goofy grin. "I saw a moving van right outside here, so I just came here to see who was moving in. But no one answered when I knocked, so I just went in to see if someone was really moving in here."
"Oh..." Max reshifted on his crutch. "Well, I'm Max." He looked at the other boy, and couldn't help but let his instincts kick in. He giggled and held out his crutch-free arm. "It's nice to meet you, Tyson."
Tyson took Max's hand and shook it. "It's nice to meet you too, Maxie!"
Max glanced at Tyson then looked away. Only three people call him Maxie, and that's his mom and dad, and Jade. But, not wanting to worry his new friend, Max said,"You wanna sit down or something? Want anything to drink?"
"Something to drink would be nice," Tyson answered. "But I'll get it, you sit down."
"Tyson, I'm not a cripple. I can get it." Before Tyson could answer, Max limped back inside and into the kitchen, the smokey eyed before not far behind him.
"Sorry if I offended you in any way," he said apologetically. "So, what did happen to you?"
"I prefer not to talk about it," Max murmured while looking through cupboards. He finally found one with glasses in it and pulled two out, then wobbled over to the fridge. He opened it and was disappointed to find that there was only milk in it.
"I understand." He looked into the fridge also. "Your mom and dad don't like to shop much?"
"We just moved in," Max replied. "And it's just me and my mom. Dad lives in a different town. I used to live with him, but then I moved in with Mom today."
Tyson nodded, took the milk out of the fridge, and filled both glasses with it. Max took it from his hands when he was done and put it back in the fridge. They both walked back into the living room, Tyson carrying the drinks, and sat on the sofa. When Max set his crutch on the ground, Tyson handed him his milk.
"So where is your mom?"
"She had to go back to work today, some kind of emergency. She's on call on the time, so she frequently has to go to some lab outside of her actual working hours. At least, that's what my dad told me. I guess he was right. I hope she isn't gone too much."
Tyson grinned his goofy smile again. "Don't worry your blonde head off about it! If your mom is ever gone again, just call me, okay?" He whiped out a pen from nowhere, took Max's hand, and wrote a number on it. "It's a good think Kenny gave me this pen after school. I don't think you'll be able to find anything to write with, with all of these boxes stacked around."
Max blinked at the number on his hand. He then broke into another smile, grateful to already have a good friend. "Thanks!" He giggled. "I'll write this down on paper later, when Mom gets back. She might know which box is which, 'cause I sure don't." He took a drink of his milk, and Tyson followed this suit.
Then, Tyson looked at his watch. "Great, it's five already. Grandpa will want me home by now to help him with dinner. I'll come by again tomorrow, okay? I'll help you unpack and stuff."
"Thanks Tyson, I'd really appreciate that!" Max grinned at him.
Tyson winked at him and said,"Until then, see ya later!" He walked out of the front door, gently closing the door behind him, and ran back down to the streets.
Max sighed, then used his crutch to again get up from the sofa. 'This is becoming a chore,' he thought. The blonde boy walked back down the hallway and onto the porch again. He looked at the tree, then shivered for the third time.
"What's wrong with me?" he wondered. Then, dismissing it as just first day jitters, he walked to the kitchen to make himself Ramon Noodles for dinner.
~To Be Continued
I'll get the next chapter of this up after I'm done with another chapter of Vampire's Winter. Unless I decide to work on this again before that... I'm really enjoying writing this! I'm still trying to think the whole plot out, althought I know what I'm gonna do in the end of this fic. It'll be a sort of evil surprise. *demented grin*
