A/N--Completely off topic-If you just want to read the fanfic skip down-but
last night I had a dream that I was transported to Tex's world. Guess I've
gotta stop thinking about what's next for this fanfic when I go to sleep.
Anyway I had nowhere to go so I became Lem's assistant and I got paid
really well. But then Negrito started talking to me-yes a talking horse.
But nobody believed me because they said I was a drugee and hallucinating.
Anyway he warned me that Tex was getting shot that day so I attacked the
guy with the gun so he shot me. Then the horse came in and told everyone I
was telling the truth and that the drugs were actually popcorn seasonings.
Then he got up on his hind legs and started punching the guy but then he
got shot. Then Kelly Clarkson came in and started singing so the guy
dropped the gun and all the dead people got up and the horse started a
conga line and Kelly and Mason got married. yes I know I need help I've
been told many times.just thought it was interesting.anyway Hinton's
characters not mine. Oh and Bambi and Thumper obviously aren't mine
either..Disney's I guess. This is kinda a long chap but here goes:
(Mason)
I waved Bob off as he pulled out of my driveway. He wanted me to go back to his house but I told him that I'd come by later with Tex later. I wanted to see Tex and Pop first.
They would probably be surprised to see me so early, today only being Monday. Thanksgiving wasn't until about a week away but somebody must've been anxious to get home. The entire campus was contaminated with some sort of foul smelling substance. Since we all had to be evacuated anyway, we got to go home early.
I tried to open the door but it was locked. Strange, the door was hardly ever locked. Tex must be getting more responsible and keeping it locked. I reached under the rock at the side of the porch and grabbed the key. I unlocked the door and walked in. There was some mail at my feet, under the mail slot, so I picked it up and closed the door.
"Hello?" I called. Only silence answered me. School only got out about ten minutes ago, so that's most likely where Tex was. Pop was probably off gallivanting somewhere. I wasn't really worried.
The house seemed so different now. I don't really know why. The house was almost exactly the same.
The only major difference I found was our-or I guess I should now say Tex's- room. Besides, the obvious difference that all my stuff was gone, there were a few others. Tex's decorating style was obvious different when he had the freedom.
The bed wasn't made and the floor was covered in magazines, clothes, and who knows what else. I found this very odd. Tex could be messy but was only this messy when he was in a hurry to get somewhere and tore apart the room looking for clothes or something. I never knew him to be in that much of a hurry to get to school. Besides, when I called on Saturday I told him that I would be here in a few days. He knew I was coming, he would have cleaned up to try to prove that he was doing fine with out me. Something was going on.
Calm down. Nothing is going on, I reassured myself. You gotta stop this. Things are fine. I continued to look around.
There were pictures of various horses from magazines and different bands throughout the walls. When I lived here there was an article about me from the paper plastered all over the walls. When I left Tex was just going to leave it how it was but I didn't want him to do that. I told him to take them down. I figured it would be hard looking at them all day. He took most of them down. There was still one on the bulletin board above the bed. There were also some pictures up on it.
There was one of Tex and me at my high school graduation last year. He was pretty tall then, not even close to me but still pretty tall.
There was another one of Tex and Negrito back when Tex was about twelve. It was after he had one a rodeo one day, one of the last ones before we had to quit. I hadn't seen this one in quite a long time. Wow. It was one of a bunch of a few years ago. Tex, me, Bob, Johnny, Charlie, Jamie, even Blackie was there. And of course Lem was there but I blocked him right out because I have still yet to forgive him. I doubt I ever will.
Then there was two pictures that I'm pretty sure were at the gravel pits. They were really recent looking. The first was a bunch of guys in which I only recognized Johnny and Roger that Tex used to hang out with some times. Some of the other guys looked familiar but I'm not sure who they were. The other was of Johnny and Tex and it must've been the same day 'cause Johnny looked exactly the same clothes, hair, everything as the other picture. Wow Tex was still growing. It looked like I still probably had a few inches on him though. Then I noticed something kind of sparkling so I looked closer.
TEX GOT HIS EAR PIERCED! How could Pop let him do that? I wondered if Pop even noticed. It's okay. It could have been something more serious, calm down.
I dropped my bag and Tex's birthday present in the room and continued through the house. I couldn't believe Tex was already going to be 16. He could drive legit now. I pity the outside world. It'd just be an easier way for him to get into trouble.
When I got into the kitchen dropped the mail that I forgot I had on the table. I started searching through the fridge for something to eat. Man, I was hungry. There wasn't much though. There was some baking soda and a Tupperware container. I pulled out the container which ended up holding what I believe was spaghetti. If Tex or Pop had made it I'd have better luck with the baking soda. I put it back. I figured I'd wait until Tex got home and we could go get something to eat. It shouldn't be too much longer. I sat at the table and picked up the mail.
Water bill, overdue. Electricity bill, final notice. Well I could see Pop was handling the money well. Maybe he was having a hard time right now or something, I'd ask him later.
The third letter was addressed to Tex, with no return address. That was strange. Who wrote Tex? All his friends were close enough to just come over or call. I had been writing to Tex but it didn't look like my handwriting.
I was very curious but I knew it was wrong to open other people's mail. There just happened to be a light right over top of me. It wouldn't be my fault if I accidentally saw it through the light. It was too hard to make out though. But I had a feeling it was something bad.
I don't know how but somehow I justified opening it to myself. I slipped open the back and pulled out two objects. The first was a picture of a little boy that looked kind of familiar but I couldn't figure out who it was. Who would send Tex a picture of a little boy? Whoever I doubted it was good. I looked at the other object. It was a card with a picture of a deer-I think Bambi. There was also a rabbit thumping his tail and it said 'Have a Thumpedy-thumping birthday!' I was confused. I opened the card and two paper bills fell out. There was a long letter written inside that shocked me when I read it.
It was getting too long so the letter will be a separate chapter and then there'll be another chapter going back to Mason but please R&R.
(Mason)
I waved Bob off as he pulled out of my driveway. He wanted me to go back to his house but I told him that I'd come by later with Tex later. I wanted to see Tex and Pop first.
They would probably be surprised to see me so early, today only being Monday. Thanksgiving wasn't until about a week away but somebody must've been anxious to get home. The entire campus was contaminated with some sort of foul smelling substance. Since we all had to be evacuated anyway, we got to go home early.
I tried to open the door but it was locked. Strange, the door was hardly ever locked. Tex must be getting more responsible and keeping it locked. I reached under the rock at the side of the porch and grabbed the key. I unlocked the door and walked in. There was some mail at my feet, under the mail slot, so I picked it up and closed the door.
"Hello?" I called. Only silence answered me. School only got out about ten minutes ago, so that's most likely where Tex was. Pop was probably off gallivanting somewhere. I wasn't really worried.
The house seemed so different now. I don't really know why. The house was almost exactly the same.
The only major difference I found was our-or I guess I should now say Tex's- room. Besides, the obvious difference that all my stuff was gone, there were a few others. Tex's decorating style was obvious different when he had the freedom.
The bed wasn't made and the floor was covered in magazines, clothes, and who knows what else. I found this very odd. Tex could be messy but was only this messy when he was in a hurry to get somewhere and tore apart the room looking for clothes or something. I never knew him to be in that much of a hurry to get to school. Besides, when I called on Saturday I told him that I would be here in a few days. He knew I was coming, he would have cleaned up to try to prove that he was doing fine with out me. Something was going on.
Calm down. Nothing is going on, I reassured myself. You gotta stop this. Things are fine. I continued to look around.
There were pictures of various horses from magazines and different bands throughout the walls. When I lived here there was an article about me from the paper plastered all over the walls. When I left Tex was just going to leave it how it was but I didn't want him to do that. I told him to take them down. I figured it would be hard looking at them all day. He took most of them down. There was still one on the bulletin board above the bed. There were also some pictures up on it.
There was one of Tex and me at my high school graduation last year. He was pretty tall then, not even close to me but still pretty tall.
There was another one of Tex and Negrito back when Tex was about twelve. It was after he had one a rodeo one day, one of the last ones before we had to quit. I hadn't seen this one in quite a long time. Wow. It was one of a bunch of a few years ago. Tex, me, Bob, Johnny, Charlie, Jamie, even Blackie was there. And of course Lem was there but I blocked him right out because I have still yet to forgive him. I doubt I ever will.
Then there was two pictures that I'm pretty sure were at the gravel pits. They were really recent looking. The first was a bunch of guys in which I only recognized Johnny and Roger that Tex used to hang out with some times. Some of the other guys looked familiar but I'm not sure who they were. The other was of Johnny and Tex and it must've been the same day 'cause Johnny looked exactly the same clothes, hair, everything as the other picture. Wow Tex was still growing. It looked like I still probably had a few inches on him though. Then I noticed something kind of sparkling so I looked closer.
TEX GOT HIS EAR PIERCED! How could Pop let him do that? I wondered if Pop even noticed. It's okay. It could have been something more serious, calm down.
I dropped my bag and Tex's birthday present in the room and continued through the house. I couldn't believe Tex was already going to be 16. He could drive legit now. I pity the outside world. It'd just be an easier way for him to get into trouble.
When I got into the kitchen dropped the mail that I forgot I had on the table. I started searching through the fridge for something to eat. Man, I was hungry. There wasn't much though. There was some baking soda and a Tupperware container. I pulled out the container which ended up holding what I believe was spaghetti. If Tex or Pop had made it I'd have better luck with the baking soda. I put it back. I figured I'd wait until Tex got home and we could go get something to eat. It shouldn't be too much longer. I sat at the table and picked up the mail.
Water bill, overdue. Electricity bill, final notice. Well I could see Pop was handling the money well. Maybe he was having a hard time right now or something, I'd ask him later.
The third letter was addressed to Tex, with no return address. That was strange. Who wrote Tex? All his friends were close enough to just come over or call. I had been writing to Tex but it didn't look like my handwriting.
I was very curious but I knew it was wrong to open other people's mail. There just happened to be a light right over top of me. It wouldn't be my fault if I accidentally saw it through the light. It was too hard to make out though. But I had a feeling it was something bad.
I don't know how but somehow I justified opening it to myself. I slipped open the back and pulled out two objects. The first was a picture of a little boy that looked kind of familiar but I couldn't figure out who it was. Who would send Tex a picture of a little boy? Whoever I doubted it was good. I looked at the other object. It was a card with a picture of a deer-I think Bambi. There was also a rabbit thumping his tail and it said 'Have a Thumpedy-thumping birthday!' I was confused. I opened the card and two paper bills fell out. There was a long letter written inside that shocked me when I read it.
It was getting too long so the letter will be a separate chapter and then there'll be another chapter going back to Mason but please R&R.