I lent back in my chair, sitting in front of me was a story I started. It
wasn't really any good. It was just about to guys, named Louis and Mark if
you wanted to know. The end of my pencil sat in my mouth, as I thought what
more I could write. I then, hearing my mom call for me, pushed my chair
forward so all four legs were on the ground, then exited my room.
"Did you call me Mom?" I called down the two flights of stairs.
My littlest sister Megan, who was only six, was walking up them, "You're going to get it now!"
"What? I didn't do nothing." I glared at her.
She just smiled, "Anything."
"Huh?"
"You didn't do anything. We learned it today in school; when you say you didn't do nothing, that's just saying that you did do something cause-" Megan's voice was cut off by my moms
"Can you come downstairs please Louis? There's someone here to see you!" My mother's fait, but sweat, voice called from the second, and main, floor of our house.
"Alright! I'll be right down." By the time I had answered I saw my friend Mark walking up the stairs, "Oh, hey Mush what's up?"
He shrugged, "I was wondering if I could come over for a little, my parents are fighting again and I tried to call but you were on the phone."
I nodded, "Ya I was talking to Skits."
"Oh..." Mush said reaching the top of the stairs.
"Hi Mush!" My little sister's voice squeaked.
"Hey shortie." Mush said ruffling her hair.
"Megan, can't you go bug Kellie or something?" I asked, I wanted more then anything to be alone with Mush.
"I guess..." she said turning around and heading back down the stairs.
I smiled at her, then turned to Mush, "Hey, lets go in my room." He nodded.
My room was in the attic, mostly cause it was HUGE and I wanted to be away from everyone else. It was the only room on the fourth floor, last summer we installed my own bathroom fully equipped with a shower, two sinked sink, and of course a toilet. When you first walk into my room you see my bed, the covers are a dark shade of Navy blue with bright silver, red, yellow, and any other color pillows all over it. Mostly cause, Megan liked to make pillows with mom on her free time, and always gave them to me, I'm her favorite. Anyway, next to my bed was a small dresser, which I kept all my junk in, come on, don't tell me you don't have a junk dresser. On the wall under the window, on the right of my bed, sits my desk. A real mess, but I work around it. That's mostly what my room is like, with the junk on the floor, and everywhere else.
Mush and I walked into my room, I sat in my chair, and Mush laid back on my bed. Sitting there for a moment, we began to talk.
Mush lifted up one of the pillows, it was a orange one, "Is this one new Blink?"
I laughed, "You kiddin'? That was one of the first ones I ever got."
"Man, this is such a comfortable bed, I'm jealous." He laughed falling back into all the small pillows.
"Dude, anything's better then your bed." I said walking over and sitting on the bed with him.
"What do you mean? I have to sleep on the couch." He said sitting up.
I looked at the wall where a poster of the Universe hung, "That's what I mean. Your house is so small you don't even get your own room."
"We can't afforded a bigger house Blink, we're not as rich as you." He said as I looked at him.
I felt my heart begin to beat harder, "Well, maybe if they didn't blow their money on drugs and junk! And paid more attention to you!"
"Blink, their my parents."
"Then maybe they should BE parents to you Mush." I said looking away.
Mush grabbed onto my hand and placed it in his own, "Blink, they may not act like parents, but their still my parents. And I love them."
"THEY DON'T FEED YOU MUSH!" The anger inside of me was taking control.
"Blink! I'm sixteen years old! I can take care of myself!"
"They don't BUY food for you Mush." I felt tears on my face as I looked into his wonderful brown eyes.
"I survive don't I?" He smiled, how could he smiled? He hardly ate, most of the time I made him come over and eat here. Of course my mom knows what's going on and she lets him eat over when ever he wants. But he, being the guy he is, always felt like he was intruding when he came over. I try to tell him it's alright... he just doesn't understand.
Seeing him smile made my heart soften. He could tell that I was upset, and knew that I had a strong dislike for his parents. Slowly I lent in to kiss his sweet lips. My lips met his and he began to kiss back, I pulled him closer.
We pulled apart as we heard the door open, it was my older younger sister, Kellie. Luckily she didn't see anything, "Blink, deserts ready, ya eating some... oh, hi Mush, are you can have some if you want?" she smiled kindly at him, though when she was talking to me she didn't look up from her game boy.
I looked at him with plead in my eye, "Are ya?"
He sighed then smiled, "I'd love too."
I nodded, "Alright, I'll have some too..."
We stood up and walked down the stairs. Stair after stair we made our way down. It always seemed like forever going down these stairs, especially when you were so very hungry.
"What are we having today?" Mush asked me.
I shrugged, "I don't know, haven't been down stairs since I got home. But I smell pie."
Mush smiled, "Gosh, I bet Pie wishes he were here." I smiled too.
We finally got to the bottom of the stairs and entered the kitchen.
"Mmm... Are we having pie mom?" I asked my mother who was cutting something on the counter.
"Yes, dear, we are." She answered.
"What kind?" Mush asked.
She turned and smiled at him, "Cherry, dear."
"My favorite!" Called my little three-year-old brother, Trent.
She walked over and gave him a small piece, "Here you go Trenty." She turned to us, "Help yourself boys."
We did, it was good.
As we ate my mom started to talk to me, "Trey, your father called today. He wanted to know if you would help him, later, fix up his bathroom."
I nodded, "Alright, I'll call him later."
Mush and I finished up our pie and I walked Mush to the door, "Thanks for coming over, dude."
He nodded, "I'll call ya later."
I smiled, "Alright, c-ya!"
He left, and I walked up the stairs to my room. I walked over to the desk where the story lay on the top of many piles of papers. I grabbed the story and read through it. After finishing reading it, I crumpled it up and threw it away.
"My story will be a lot different."
* * *
*PieEater!Muse* -I want pie! (
*Itey!Muse* -Haha, loser.
*Mush!Muse* -you can have some of mine Pie.
*Itey!Muse* -dude, you already ate all your pie...
*Mush!Muse* -Oh, sorry Pie...
*PieEater!Muse* -That's all right Mush.
A/N: Alright, Now you know a little more about the life of Mush... And Blink... And people, if you have any ideas, I'm open for them. Let only the best come forth... hehe...
PLEASE REVIEW!
Love lots, Chip
"Did you call me Mom?" I called down the two flights of stairs.
My littlest sister Megan, who was only six, was walking up them, "You're going to get it now!"
"What? I didn't do nothing." I glared at her.
She just smiled, "Anything."
"Huh?"
"You didn't do anything. We learned it today in school; when you say you didn't do nothing, that's just saying that you did do something cause-" Megan's voice was cut off by my moms
"Can you come downstairs please Louis? There's someone here to see you!" My mother's fait, but sweat, voice called from the second, and main, floor of our house.
"Alright! I'll be right down." By the time I had answered I saw my friend Mark walking up the stairs, "Oh, hey Mush what's up?"
He shrugged, "I was wondering if I could come over for a little, my parents are fighting again and I tried to call but you were on the phone."
I nodded, "Ya I was talking to Skits."
"Oh..." Mush said reaching the top of the stairs.
"Hi Mush!" My little sister's voice squeaked.
"Hey shortie." Mush said ruffling her hair.
"Megan, can't you go bug Kellie or something?" I asked, I wanted more then anything to be alone with Mush.
"I guess..." she said turning around and heading back down the stairs.
I smiled at her, then turned to Mush, "Hey, lets go in my room." He nodded.
My room was in the attic, mostly cause it was HUGE and I wanted to be away from everyone else. It was the only room on the fourth floor, last summer we installed my own bathroom fully equipped with a shower, two sinked sink, and of course a toilet. When you first walk into my room you see my bed, the covers are a dark shade of Navy blue with bright silver, red, yellow, and any other color pillows all over it. Mostly cause, Megan liked to make pillows with mom on her free time, and always gave them to me, I'm her favorite. Anyway, next to my bed was a small dresser, which I kept all my junk in, come on, don't tell me you don't have a junk dresser. On the wall under the window, on the right of my bed, sits my desk. A real mess, but I work around it. That's mostly what my room is like, with the junk on the floor, and everywhere else.
Mush and I walked into my room, I sat in my chair, and Mush laid back on my bed. Sitting there for a moment, we began to talk.
Mush lifted up one of the pillows, it was a orange one, "Is this one new Blink?"
I laughed, "You kiddin'? That was one of the first ones I ever got."
"Man, this is such a comfortable bed, I'm jealous." He laughed falling back into all the small pillows.
"Dude, anything's better then your bed." I said walking over and sitting on the bed with him.
"What do you mean? I have to sleep on the couch." He said sitting up.
I looked at the wall where a poster of the Universe hung, "That's what I mean. Your house is so small you don't even get your own room."
"We can't afforded a bigger house Blink, we're not as rich as you." He said as I looked at him.
I felt my heart begin to beat harder, "Well, maybe if they didn't blow their money on drugs and junk! And paid more attention to you!"
"Blink, their my parents."
"Then maybe they should BE parents to you Mush." I said looking away.
Mush grabbed onto my hand and placed it in his own, "Blink, they may not act like parents, but their still my parents. And I love them."
"THEY DON'T FEED YOU MUSH!" The anger inside of me was taking control.
"Blink! I'm sixteen years old! I can take care of myself!"
"They don't BUY food for you Mush." I felt tears on my face as I looked into his wonderful brown eyes.
"I survive don't I?" He smiled, how could he smiled? He hardly ate, most of the time I made him come over and eat here. Of course my mom knows what's going on and she lets him eat over when ever he wants. But he, being the guy he is, always felt like he was intruding when he came over. I try to tell him it's alright... he just doesn't understand.
Seeing him smile made my heart soften. He could tell that I was upset, and knew that I had a strong dislike for his parents. Slowly I lent in to kiss his sweet lips. My lips met his and he began to kiss back, I pulled him closer.
We pulled apart as we heard the door open, it was my older younger sister, Kellie. Luckily she didn't see anything, "Blink, deserts ready, ya eating some... oh, hi Mush, are you can have some if you want?" she smiled kindly at him, though when she was talking to me she didn't look up from her game boy.
I looked at him with plead in my eye, "Are ya?"
He sighed then smiled, "I'd love too."
I nodded, "Alright, I'll have some too..."
We stood up and walked down the stairs. Stair after stair we made our way down. It always seemed like forever going down these stairs, especially when you were so very hungry.
"What are we having today?" Mush asked me.
I shrugged, "I don't know, haven't been down stairs since I got home. But I smell pie."
Mush smiled, "Gosh, I bet Pie wishes he were here." I smiled too.
We finally got to the bottom of the stairs and entered the kitchen.
"Mmm... Are we having pie mom?" I asked my mother who was cutting something on the counter.
"Yes, dear, we are." She answered.
"What kind?" Mush asked.
She turned and smiled at him, "Cherry, dear."
"My favorite!" Called my little three-year-old brother, Trent.
She walked over and gave him a small piece, "Here you go Trenty." She turned to us, "Help yourself boys."
We did, it was good.
As we ate my mom started to talk to me, "Trey, your father called today. He wanted to know if you would help him, later, fix up his bathroom."
I nodded, "Alright, I'll call him later."
Mush and I finished up our pie and I walked Mush to the door, "Thanks for coming over, dude."
He nodded, "I'll call ya later."
I smiled, "Alright, c-ya!"
He left, and I walked up the stairs to my room. I walked over to the desk where the story lay on the top of many piles of papers. I grabbed the story and read through it. After finishing reading it, I crumpled it up and threw it away.
"My story will be a lot different."
* * *
*PieEater!Muse* -I want pie! (
*Itey!Muse* -Haha, loser.
*Mush!Muse* -you can have some of mine Pie.
*Itey!Muse* -dude, you already ate all your pie...
*Mush!Muse* -Oh, sorry Pie...
*PieEater!Muse* -That's all right Mush.
A/N: Alright, Now you know a little more about the life of Mush... And Blink... And people, if you have any ideas, I'm open for them. Let only the best come forth... hehe...
PLEASE REVIEW!
Love lots, Chip