January 4th, 2011
After everything yesterday with that boy and that lady who is now by the way our maid, Anthea passed out and stayed passed out until this morning.
Tony's bedroom and mine are now finished and now we have to set up the kitchen and living room. So while we were doing that we both could hear Anthea and Jim fighting in the study.
"What's there problem today", Tony asked me.
"Jim is pissed because Anthea hired a maid, and Anthea is pissed because Jim never told her the reason why this house was so cheap", I told him.
"Oh, nice, I didn't know Anthea hired a maid I have not seen one around here yet, and what happened to make this place so cheap, do you know", he responded with a question.
"Yeah she did, just so she doesn't have to do shit around here and just get wasted and pass out, the maid starts work at 10 so she's not here yet, and apparently there was a murder or something here, I guess Jim knew too and didn't want to say anything", I told him.
"Awesome, I wonder where or how it happened, that's pretty cool", he said with enthusiasm. But just when he said that we heard this loud man voice coming from the front yard.
"What the fuck is that", I said confused.
"I don't know, let's go see", he said while walking towards the door.
When we stepped outside there was a black tour bus with the title, "The Murder tour Of LA", and the man was speaking in a microphone, "This house towards my left is the Murder House where just last year there was a murder suicide, the couple that was living here had trouble, and so the one could not take the cheating man any longer and so he killed him and killed himself, they were said to have died with their hands touching, truly romantic". Just after he said all that Anthea and Jim came out and looked at each other and then started to fight again.
Me and Tony walked back inside and went back to work.
"So now we know what happened", I said being a wise ass as usual.
"Yeah, who would have ever thought that, a proud gay couple, murder suicide and we move right in to this house, fucking cliché", he said laughing.
I laughed with him and then asked him, "Hey did you see a boy in here at all yesterday"?
"No, why", he answered.
"Well I was in my room and this kid just came in, no one saw him, it was weird".
"You sure you're not taking any more pills, were you high"?
"No Tony, I was perfectly sober".
"Well no I didn't see anything", he said.
4 hours later,
Anthea and Jim are still fighting, and Tony and I are done. I'm sitting in my bed listing to Led Zeppelin, when the bell rang, I wonder who that could be I thought sarcastically.
When I walked downstairs I saw this old woman who looked as if she belongs back in the 40's and the boy standing next to her, the boy I saw yesterday in my bathroom there was also a girl behind the boy, she is special.
"Effy say hello", Anthea told me, I looked at her and looked back to these people, "Hi", I greeted. That's when Tony walked down and said, "ugh, hi", he walked to shake their hands.
Anthea turned to us and said, "Invited the Langdon's over for dinner tonight, this is Constance", pointing to the 40's woman, "this is Tate", pointing to the boy in that was in my bathroom, "and this is Addy", pointing to the girl.
"Well hello, I hope my intrusion is not keeping you from anything, um what's your name", Constance said with attitude towards me.
"Effy". I responded politely.
"Ahh yes, Effy, such an interesting name", she said while staring me down.
Anthea broke the stare down with saying, "its short for Elizabeth, and no worries you are not interrupting anything".
"Well good, such a pretty face if I had a face like that maybe I would have made it in this god awful place", she said while turning to the kitchen.
We all followed like idiots, and since we all turned at once I was pushed to the back next to the girl, Addy.
"Your pretty", she complimented.
"Ugh, thanks, you are too", I said trying to be nice.
"No, not as pretty as you, that's all I want, is to be pretty", she said with a little excitement.
After an hour of endless talking from Constance, and staring at one another, Moira finished cooking dinner.
We all went to the table, Constance sat in the front of the table, to her right was Jim and to her left was Anthea, next to Jim was Tate and next to him was myself, across from me was Tony and Addy. Moira served the dinner and Constance said something I could not make out but she was mean towards her that whole night. I didn't want to eat, so I do what I always do, move my food around and scrape some of it into my napkin. No one ever notices other than Tony but only sometimes.
But it was good because Constance didn't not want to shut up so no one was paying attention at all, or at least I thought that. But when I looked to my right I noticed Tate was watching me that whole time. I looked at him and got nervous, so I looked at my food and told everyone, "Um I'm tired I think I'm just gonna go off to bed, nice meeting you", I said looking at Constance and Addy both. I got up and started to walk off, when Anthea just had to say something, "You haven't even touched your food, come back".
"No I'm fine, goodnight", I said annoyed.
I ran upstairs and into my bedroom, I turned and shut my door, but once I started to walk to my bed someone knocked on my door. So I opened it, and it was Tate.
"Hi", that's all he said, hi with a smirk on his face.
I can play this game too, so all I said was, "hi", and so I stood there looking at him waiting for a response.
"Can I come in", he asked me pointing to nothing that was in my room. I thought for a second, and nodded my head while I opened my door inviting him in.
When he came in, I shut the door and went to go sit on my bed, I walked past him, and he was just standing there looking around all curious.
As I sat I looked up at him and asked, "So what brings you to this humble abode", I said sarcastically looking around at this nothing room.
"My cock sucking mother made me come up here, to introduce myself to normal people", he said with a look on his face that he didn't want to believe in the definition of normal.
"Well I'm far from normal, if that's such a thing", I said while I looked at my black box then looked back at him, "well that's a great name you call your mother", I said while getting up to get a cigarette out of my box.
"Yeah", he said while watching me go over to the box that he was not a stranger to, "She cheated on my dad by sucking off the guy next door, I kind of walked in them in the action", he told me while I went to open the window and lit up.
"Nice, my mom cheated too", I told him for some reason.
He still stood there in the middle of the room when he asked, "can I have one", pointing to my cigarette.
"Yeah, it's in my... Ugh… that box over there", I answered with my finger pointing to that evil black box on my clear desk. I trusted him enough to not say anything, he seemed chill, and then I noticed that I trust a complete stranger rather than my own moth-Anthea.
Once he got his cigarette he came over to sit across from me on the window sill, I looked at him while he lit his own cancer stick.
"So how did you find out your mom was cheating on your dad", he asked after he took a drag from his cigarette.
"She was sleeping with the bastards boss, and Jim found out because his boss slipped at work, he came home and freaked out on her, and so his great plan was to bring us all here to this fucking place", I released myself and told him everything.
As he took another drag I noticed that he had a cut on his wrist as well, I wonder if he does anything else that I do.
"Parents fuck you up every day, all bullshit. Your mom was talking about you down there before I came up here", he said, I looked straight at him and asked, "yeah, what about", I took another drag.
"How you never talked and now you are, also that you don't eat much and she's scared", he said looking at me with even more curiosity.
I laughed and looked back out to the road of depressing street lights, "I talk just not to them, I fucking hate them, and I do eat I just don't like it that much, and she's fucking lying, she could care less about me and Tony".
"Yeah she seemed like a bullshitter", he said and we both laughed.
In the little 35 minutes he now knows about Anthea, my not eating, my cutting, and drugs. Our cigarettes finished and we flew them out to the ground. We sat there talking about music and high school, he's 18 and graduated. He went to the same high school that I'm going to be going too soon. He told me that it sucks there and to not take shit.
"Nice room, all plain, pure", he complimented.
"Yeah, thanks I hate clutter and shit", I responded with short answer.
"You're really pretty", he said out of nowhere.
"Well everybody thinks I'm pretty", I said annoyed with that expression and how everyone just loves me.
I placed my hand on the sill and he glided his to mine, I looked back at him and his face got closer, he was about to kiss me I could feel it but then his mother came up and opened the door, "Tate it's time to go", Tate then said, "alright I'll be right down", "now Tate", she insisted while turning around back to go downstairs, "Lets hang out tomorrow", he told me and then got up before I could even answer.