A/N: Woo, no reviews. Makes me feel great about my writing prowess.
Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. I'll still write, as I can obviously see that you guys are still reading. Seriously. If you're ashamed of reading or something, don't read.
I'm really just being sarcastic because I'm in a bad mood and I'm emotionally taxed to hell. And I've been getting to summer homework and bleh.
Well, I guess I should start the story. For a change it's David's point of view because we can all see the friend zone forming and teenage boy drama is fun.
My heart pounded in my throat as I sped away, trying to calm my frustration. I would just have to try again next time, and get rejected again, and again.
I exhaled slowly, and let my death grip on the steering wheel relax. She was just oblivious; I told myself that in a hope that it was right. I practically knew it wasn't, but thinking about it in a calmer manner helped. I turned on the radio and found the jazz network, as they played wonderful music at night.
I slowed down significantly, as I was obviously creating some serious disturbances behind me. My car wound through the residential neighborhood and my mind drifted. I looked at a small, one floor house with a small yard and a deck to match. It reminded me that I would probably have to find my own house as soon as I became an adult.
I stopped at the intersection, even if no one was there, and kept driving. I had driving rules hammered into a skull as soon as I was old enough to be behind a wheel. Again, I came to a stop at another red sign.
I glanced down the street and saw another car a little ways off, so I pulled away and turned left, so I could get to the main road. I glanced into the rear-view mirror and noticed the car didn't stop, but sped up, as if to catch up to me. I looked back to the road, but couldn't avoid looking into the mirror every few seconds.
Before long, he sped up to pass me and I finally noticed it was a police car. For some unknown reason, I felt panicked. I wasn't doing anything wrong to warrant my fear, but it was there.
I watched him pass me and breathed deeply to calm myself. As soon as he was in front of me, he slowed. I tried to pass him, but he seemed to block me.
And then it hit me.
He was pulling me over.
I pulled over to the curve, and as I stopped, I placed my head in my hands, breathing to keep calm. I heard a knock on my window and rolled it down. I reached over to turn down the music and looked up to the police officer.
He was extremely pale and had no facial hair, but had well cut ginger hair framing his face. It was hard not to notice the freckles covering his nose.
"Good evening, officer." I said in my most polite voice. I tried to be quiet, so I wouldn't disrupt the silence of the neighborhood.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" He asked, obviously expecting me to reply with the right answer. I scanned my memory to try to think of any errors I'd made. I couldn't think of anything, and I even had the tags on the license plate renewed the month before.
"I'm sorry officer, I honestly have no clue why we're talking right now." I wanted to say something sarcastic, but I didn't want to dig a deeper hole to throw myself into.
"How high are you?" He asked abruptly. I was caught off guard by his question.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, boy. Now answer me before I cuff you right now." He was obviously angry.
"Sir, I'm completely sober." I said before he scoffed.
"Yeah, because people's eyes dilate like that. And your eyes are incredibly red. " He said and I looked into the mirror. My eyes were perfectly normal, but it was hard to tell, as my eyes were so dark already.
"My eyes are brown. If you actually looked, then you'd see that my eyes are perfectly normal for this time of night. And I'm currently a high school student deprived of sleep, that just got rejected by a potential girlfriend. It's not surprise my eyes are red." I said and watched his expression go into a defensive state. "And on top of that, I'm able to form sentences and pronounce words with fluency and accuracy. How many high people have you seen do that?"
He was scanning for excuses to arrest me and I could see it on his face.
"Get out of the car." He ordered and I sighed, pulling the keys out of the transmission and standing up. He pulled out is flashlight and shined it in my face, making me wince. I watched him grow frustrated as he watched my eyes and found they were in fact brown. He scanned my excessively baggy clothes and looked into the car. "Why is your passenger seat soaked?"
"My friend needed a ride after she got pushed into the river in town." I answered and waited for his next accusation. It came as quickly as I blinked.
"You stole this car, didn't you?" He asked quickly.
"I have the title in the glove compartment."
"Get it, and your license." He muttered and watched me walk around to the passenger side and open the door. I searched through the compartment and brought out the piece of paper.
I showed it to him and pulled out my wallet to show him that I was perfectly able to drive a car. He searched for another reason to arrest me, and I started to grow frustrated.
"We have a curfew in these parts." He said as I leaned onto the car.
"The curfew applies to people out of cars and walking around the streets. It's midnight for people over 16, and 22:00 for people under that age. As you can see from my license, I'm sixteen, and as you can tell from the previously running car I wasn't walking around the streets." I said quickly.
"Don't talk back to me!" is voice was louder than before. I groaned and rolled my head back, trying to stay calm. "What did I say, boy?!"
"Officer, you are honestly abusing your power under the law. I was not speeding, I have all my tags up to date, I can legally drive this car, and I'm not under the influence." I said in a smooth tone that I didn't expect to come out of my mouth. From his face, he hadn't expected it either.
"You didn't come to a complete stop at that intersection!"
"You know as well as I that I did, and if you don't believe your own eyes, I know for a fact that you have a camera on your dash. If you'd like to see my lack of traffic violations, lets go and watch it." I said, finally shutting him up. He looked around for a bit before reaching to his belt. He started speaking a sort series of gibberish before saying: "My location is the intersection of Robinson Avenue and Forest Street. I'm requesting backup for an unruly teenager refusing arrest."
I nearly punched him.
My fingernails dug into my palms and I exhaled through my nose loudly. I imagined that I was at home sitting at the computer and listening to music before I opened my eyes to the pale man.
Not even ten minutes needed to pass before another cop car came down the road with his siren on. I wanted to hide in my car form how much of a disturbance it was.
He pulled to the curb and stood up out of his car. I took a swig of the coffee I had in the car since I took Maddie to the store.
"What seems to be the problem?" The new police officer asked. He was a tall African American man, who obviously was extremely bored.
"This boy was insulting me when I was simply checking if he was lost, because he was driving extremely slowly."
My coffee splattered onto the ground when I crushed the cup in my hand. It was all I could do to stop myself from lashing out. I unclenched my fist and let the cup fall to the ground. I looked up and saw the new police man stare confusedly, while the ginger man swallowed hard.
"Sir, I have been nothing but respectful to this man. He has falsely accused me of driving under the influence of drugs, reckless driving, being out past curfew, and stealing this car. He also started questioning me without plausible reasons." I said and watched the two of them stare at each other.
After a few moments the new police officer looked at me and nodded.
"You can head home, son." The man said and I nodded back. I hopped in the car and started it, then turning the radio up and shooting a spiteful glace at the ginger man before pulling away.
As soon as I got a reasonable distance from the two cops, I punched the passenger seat out of pure frustration. I forced my hand down multiple times before returning my hand to the steering wheel.
I was soon driving along the busier streets of the town, back to my house across the bridge. It was a long drive with nothing to accompany my thoughts other than the music. The only things I was able to think were thoughts about Maddie, and the farm.
"How the hell am I supposed to get her to like me." I muttered to myself. Vocalizing my thoughts, even if no one listened, was always comforting. "I don't have money, and I don't have the courage to just buck it up and ask." My hand motions followed what I was saying, even if I still had a hand on the wheel. "I couldn't ask anyone for money, and everyone would laugh at me if I asked for help anyway."
I looked across the intersection I had stopped at and saw another driver staring as me as if I was crazy. I decided that I needed to shut my mouth until I got home.
Driving across the bridge was a serene moment, as the sky was clear the the moon was out. I could only think back to what Maddie described and shudder.
The long driveway to my house came into view, as the streets thinned out and no one accompanied me on the road.
Before I knew it, I was stepping out of my car and up to the front doors. It was unlocked from when I dropped off my little sister, and it didn't even creak as I stepped inside.
I should have been home at ten, and that was when I dropped off my sister, but it was almost an hour later.
I practically crawled up the stairs, past my parents' and brother's rooms, and slipped into my bed silently. I didn't even bother to take off me shoes before I covered myself in blankets and slept.
ϪϪϪTIMESKIP+MADDIE'S POVϪϪϪ
I opened my eyes to an abrupt and insentient knocking on my door.
"No one's home!" I tried to say in my groggy half-asleep talk. It probably came out as a series of unintelligible grunts. I heard the door burst open and threw a pillow at the person walking in the room. I heard Kumajiro on the floor trying to get them to play.
"Maddie, get up. Someone found your bags." The person talking was easily distinguished as Al. I looked up at him with fuzzy and bleary eyes and confirmed my suspicion of him. He was holding Kumajiro in his arms and a phone.
I grabbed the phone out of his hands and rolled over. He laid my polar bear cub on my stomach and I spoke into the phone.
"Hello?" I asked groggily.
"Hey! Maddie, I saw your bags outside the school and thought you lost them or forgot them or something." I heard Matt's loud and energetic voice on the other end. "I was wondering when I could drop them off for you."
"Um, today, I guess. Whatever time is good for you." I said as I rubbed my eyes. I glanced over and saw Alfred trying to rummage through my desk drawers. I picked up a shoe from right below my bed and tossed it at him, hitting him in the shoulder blades. He turned around, alarmed, and I simply shook my head.
"Okay, I'll probably be around by 13:30." He said and I grunted before hanging up.
"What was that for?!" Al asked, slightly angry.
"No one looks through my stuff. I'll give Kuma his medicine on my own." I said and tossed him the phone. He caught it and walked out quickly before shutting the door behind him.
I felt bad for throwing things at him and wanted to ay sorry, but he was gone already. I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, reaching into the drawer that held both of our medicines.
I grabbed the two bottles and walked back to the bed. I opened my own and swallowed the two pills dry, before opening his bottle.
"Open up." I said and tapped his nose. He did so and I slipped him his medicine. They helped his heart beat more efficiently, and mine were simply anti-depressants, which barely even worked.
I shivered from the cold breeze coming in through the window and turned to the closet, were I pulled out a bra that was hanging on the rack, and a pair of grey thigh high knit socks. I preferred them over pants or tights, because pants were too constricting to my hips. I could also slide on the wood floor of the house.
They also concealed my scars.
I hopped a bit, trying to put on a different pair of underwear for the day, and tripped over my own feet in the process. I pulled them on as I was sitting, followed by my socks.
I opened the door and Kumajiro practically jumped down the stairs, and I followed him, closing the door behind me.
As I reached the downstairs I glanced at the news that was playing on TV, waiting for the small bar on the bottom to scroll into the forecast. It was in the 20's outside, which made me smile.
"Maddie, don't go outside without pants." Al said from the couch as he looked over at me and my pet.
"We have a tall fence, and I'll even put a coat on." I said, a little bit dryly. It sounded as if I didn't want to exist, when I was actually feeling strangely bouncy that morning, despite the abrupt awakening. "You don't even have pants on." I observed before he chuckled.
"Are you going to have him 'hunt'?" Alfred asked. He was referring to when I wrapped a piece of red meat in pork skin and tied it to a string before letting Kumajiro chase it around the small, crude pool in the back.
"Well, it's perfectly cold outside, and the pool is frozen out back, right?" I asked and watched him nod. His face contorted as he was sickened by the morbid exercise my bear got.
"Please don't." He said and I chuckled a bit. His cat was de-clawed and stayed in his room at all times, so the bloody fun my pet got was a little too gruesome for him.
I opened the glass door to the porch and let the white ball of fluff bound out onto the frozen dirt. He got to the back corner, where a ditch in the ground held a tarp, which in turn held a two and a half foot deep pool of frozen over water.
He pounded his front paws on the ice, in an attempt to break it, most likely to get to the red ball in the bottom, which was his favorite thing to play with.
I closed the door before heading into the kitchen to retrieve a hunk of meat from the back of the fridge, which was already prepared. I placed it on a cutting board to puncture a hole in it with a knife, feeling the fleeting thoughts about placing those same holes in my own body run through my head.
I shook them away as I rummaged to find the smooth ended hook to put the meat on. I was soon outside, dangling the meat around, watching the cub follow it intently before he finally mauled it.
While he was eating the meat in a playful way, I searched the yard for a shovel. My shoes kept slipping on my feet, but it didn't matter. The shovel had somehow ended up in between the tree and the fence.
When I got back to the pool, Kumajiro was nearly done with his food. I waited until he wanted to get back on the ice. He tried to dig at the ice with no claws, and I only moved him out of the way gently, so I could smash the ice.
As soon at it was broken up, he jumped in and dove the short ways to his ball. I crouched next to the pond like thing and tossed the ball around for him to play with. This was his favorite thing to do, and I often left him outside alone, because I knew he wouldn't get out of the backyard, and was perfectly comfortable in the late fall frost.
"Madelyn!" I heard a voice say from the door. I turned around to see Mom, leaning out in the cold. "Why aren't you wearing pants?" She asked, confused.
"I'm not cold." I said back, and had to repeat it another two times for her to hear. "What did you want?" I asked as I jogged up.
"Someone sent you a package." She said, and I simply stared. I never got packages, and when I did, they were actually for Al.
I glance back at Kumajiro to see where he was, and quickly walked to the front door. When I got there, I looked out at the lazy looking teen.
"Are you, uh.." He paused while glancing down at the paper. "Madelyn Williams?" He asked. I nodded so he would hand me the electronic pad to sign. I did so and found a long box pushed into my hands.
I turned to look at the two members of my family. My mother had obviously just gotten home.
"What is it?" Al asked, acting like an oversensitive puppy.
"It's in a flower box. And it has the local florist's logo on it, so my best guess is that someone has a secret admirer." My mom said before walking into the living room. She came back with a box cutter and led us both to the kitchen.
I opened the tape up, having small flashbacks of using that same box cutter to mangle my thighs. That was before I acquired my own razors.
I pulled out a bouquet of purple lilacs and stared deeper in the box. It had a small slip of paper at the bottom. My mom took the flowers out of my hand so I could reach in and unfold the purple slip of paper.
"Many people love you, especially me." It read.
I looked up a few times, trying to comprehend the note. Al leaned over to read it and had the same reaction as me.
"What?" I said blankly as I heard my mom snip the ends of the stems. She placed them in a vase.
"Do you want them in your room?" She asked and quickly realized the answer. It was too cold in my room for anything but Kumajiro and myself to live. She placed it on the side table in the living room.
I quickly pushed the piece of paper into my pocket so I wouldn't have to deal with my mother nosing in on it.
Before long, I was back outside, playing in the freezing water. I tried to enjoy playing with my pet, but the note just kept gnawing at my brain.
"Many people love you, ha. They have no idea who they're talking to." I muttered and saw Kumajiro stare at me, as if he was sad at the comment I made.
A/N2: So, I'll be heading to school on the 22nd if anyone cares. I might be late on my chapters, but always check on Sundays, I guess.