Honest to God, Ginny was the last person we wanted to see. Neither of us liked her. Why couldn't she just stay behind and help her Dad with the shitload of varmints they had locked up? "Hey guys! Can I play too?" is what she would ask us every time we were doing something. My answer was always the same: "Buzz off, Ginny. You play too rough." And with that, she would either walk away or not listen and jump all over me. Haha, damn those were the good ol' days. It just seemed like it was so recent, but in reality that was 11 years ago. A lot has changed since then…
~November 27, 2002
Well tomorrow was my 8th birthday. I was always pretty excited when I knew I was gonna be turnin' another year older. My friends would have somethin' special planned up for me every year. Usually the Road family would let me take the day off from helpin' them on their farm, the towns blacksmith, Ol' Gabby, would make somethin' for me like a horseshoe or somethin, the Delicioso family would make me whatever I wanted all day, and the Kai family would take me for a ride on their sailboat around the island. All this I got once a year. Oh, but nothing could compare to what my parents would do: of course, they'd let me sleep in and then when I woke up and crawled out of my tent they would be sitting there waiting for me with a huge box sitting in front of them. They'd hug and kiss me, sing to me, and then let me open up my present. Now let me tell you, my parents always got me the best birthday presents ever! I remember on my 5th birthday my Mom made me a blanket (which I still sleep with every night) and my Dad, who actually worked with Ol' Gabby, made me an iron horse. It was the coolest thing too. Sometimes I wished birthdays came more than once a year.
"Greetings, Rusty. I see you're doing very well. Aren't you excited that tomorrow is your birthday?" Matthew said as we were sitting under the tree by the Delicioso's farm. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I'll be another year older! That's always somethin' to be excited about."
Matthew nodded in agreement and looked ahead. "You know, my parents think you're a pretty neat kid. Sometimes I'm a little jealous. Why can't I be as neat as you?" I looked at Matthew with a rather skeptical look. This was another time where he just wasn't making any sense. Matthew always scared me when he started conversations like that. "Uh, what are ya talkin' about?"
"Well, it's quite obvious that my parents think you're pretty spot-on. They wish they had a son like you. They don't even care."
Now I started to get really, really creeped out. All I could really do was stare at him. I was speechless. He looked at me, smirked, and shook his head. "Well, I'll be off. I'll leave you alone now." He said as he stood up and walked casually away. Oh but don't worry, he gets creepier. You'll see as time progresses.
~November 28, 2002: Age 8
Today was officially my 8th birthday! I was so excited, I could hardly wait to crawl out of my tent to see my parents. I'd say it was about 9:30am or so when I woke up. First thing I did was come out of my tent, look up, and sure enough there were my parents sitting there smiling brightly. My parents were so young and cheerful, not to mention very good-looking. My mother had me when she was about 17 and my father was 18 at the time. Pretty young and reckless, but I guess it was more fun to have such young parents. And around these parts, it was kinda normal.
"Happy birthday, Rusty! Ever year on your birthday you seem to be getting more handsome, you know that?" my Mom said as she gave me a big hug. My Mother always gave the best hugs. She always made me feel better when I was upset. "Thanks, Mom. I love you." She gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I love you too, honey." I turned to my Dad and smiled. He smiled back and patted my head. "Happy 8th birthday, son. Gabby and I made you somethin' special this year. Go on, open your present."
This was it. Moment of truth. I tore the wrapping paper of and took the top off the box. I remember when I first laid eyes on it, I felt like I was gonna explode flower petals or some happy shit. I don't know, I ain't a poet. I was pretty fucking happy though. I picked it up and held it in my hand. It was a metal frame with a family picture of my parents and I that was taken when I was about 6. It was the best present I had ever gotten from them. I grinned at my Dad and gave him a big hug. "Thanks, Dad. I love it. You guys always know what to get me." He patted my back and looked at my Mom who just merely winked at him. Over my Dad's shoulder, I saw Roxie running up the ramp that leads to the top of the mountain.
"Happy birthday, Rusty! Come on! Let's go down and get breakfast!"
I looked at my parents and they both nodded. "Go on. You've got a big day ahead of you. Go have fun," my Dad said as he and I both stood up. I nodded and sprinted down with Roxie to the café. I'd have to say, that was probably the best birthday ever. I did everything I hoped would happen that day. I ate whatever I wanted, the Kai family took me and Matthew for a ride on their boat like I hoped we would do…it was a good day. I know I'll never have another birthday like that again. Not at this stage of the game.
Chapter 2 sucessful! Yay! So this one was just basically all about Rusty's 8th birthday. Nothing special. It's getting better, I promise you that. I'm just trying to decide when to add the death part...AND I gotta make Matthew creepier! If any of you read my first fanfic, Somebody to Love, you'd know how creepy and insane he was xD But yeah, this is gonna get good. It's not gonna be all cute and shit the whole time. THERE WILL BE ANGST AND SADNESS AND GLOOM! Yesss so anyway, enjoy my second fanfic guys :D