shieldslaveofjustice01220 this is going to be one of 80+ chapter ones so hang with me I promise it'll be Good ;)
Snowie woke with a start at the blaring of the TV in her mother's bedroom down the hall. She groaned and looked at her clock. Jerk, she thought. It was only 5:40 a.m. why was he such an ass? Probably because her mom had left earlier and he was just doing it to be mean. Her stomach growled so she got up slowly so the bed wouldn't squeak. Opening her door a crack she peeked out wondering where the psycho was. He wasn't in the hall so she ventured out. As soon as she reached the stairs she heard the shower start up. Good. She could eat before he came down and make it look like all the eggs were still in the mountain piled on top of the plate. She hated eggs but it was early in the morning when her mom left for work she hated to bother her. But if he was home she couldn't cook.
She finished off the last bite when she heard Matt coming down the stairs. She quickly washed her plate, dried it and set in the dish strainer. She grabbed a juice bottle and a pop tart in record timing. When she turned from the fridge he was standing by the microwave, looking at her suspiciously. What? She wanted to ask but kept her mouth shut. He took out the plate and set down at the table ignoring her. Snowie took the opportunity to walk, almost run from the room. Jogging up the stairs she decided she'd go for a quick run. She liked running when she couldn't be in gymnastics it kept her nimble and fast. Dressing quickly in thick yoga pants and a hoodie to match she threw on her bright Nikes and raced down the stairs. She hadn't meant to but she ran square into him. His coffee mug went flying.
"You stupid little fool! Clean it up!"
"I'm not a fool nor stupid. And if you wouldn't stop at the end of the stairs maybe I wouldn't have ran into you." She pointing these things out. Then walked off not giving him the satisfaction of having the last word. She walked back into the living room carrying a towel. She threw it down on the spilt coffee. "There." She said turning and walking out the door.
She seen men leaving Jon's house. Strange he didn't mention having a dad last night. Snowie let it go as she picked her pace. She crossed the road and her step dad almost hit her. She forced a fuck you back down her throat. When she looked up he motioned for her to step closer. Why? She thought. So you can try to hit me again? No thanks. She ignored the gesture hoping he would think she hadn't seen it.
"Snowie Monroe Davison! Get your ass back here!" He called as he jumped out of his truck.
"What?" she yelled.
"You know what!"
She took a breath and gave up he wouldn't let this go. She walked toward his truck. "What do you want?" she asked coolly.
"For one don't speak to me like that. I am your father and you will show some respect." She balled her fists. "And for two I want you to stay away from that kid."
"For one, Matt." She spit his words back at him. "I might only be twelve but even I know respect has to be gotten to be given. Oh and no way are you my father." She let that sink in. "And for two I will not stay away from the only friend I have here."
"Get away!" He yelled jumping in his truck and taking off.
"Ugh!" She threw her hands up in the air. Then looked at her watch. "Oh man." She took off at a dead run. She was going to be late. Yep. As her house got into her vision Jon was setting on the curb waiting. "Hi Jon!" She called passing him and headed for the door.
"Hi Snow. What are you doing?" He ran to meet her.
"I went for a run then Matt stopped me, yelled at me and now I'm late." She gave him a quick rundown. "Come on in."
"You know class doesn't start until eight right? You have plenty of time it's only seven." He said sitting down in a chair in the living room.
"What are you doing? If he forgot something and came back to find you here he'd kill us both. Come on." She walked up the stairs.
"Um."
"Jon I'm not kidding. That's one thing he yelled about. Me and you." She wanted to slap herself. "Not that there is a-me and you." That wasn't helping. "Oh. Well you know what I mean."
He laughed and jogged up the stairs. When he reached the room she had disappeared in he felt like he was dropped into a sea of band and wrestling posters. He knew he liked her. "You like wrestling?"
"Love it. When he's not home I get to watch but well never mind, you know." She disappeared again into a door. He assumed it was her closet. When she came out he knew he'd assumed right.
Snowie was dressed in almost too baggy black jeans and a lime green tank top. She pulled her ponytail out and brushed her hair out letting it fall to her mid back. She put bracelets on her wrists to match and black Chuck Taylors. At the very end she added an army green jacket. She grabbed her bag pack from a chair.
"Well what do you think?" Her expression said she really didn't care but her eyes said she actually did care what he thought.
"Looks great. This coming from a kid wearing ripped jeans and a hoodie that's seen better days though so not sure." He said jokingly.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Let's go, Goofball."
They walked down the street away. Then he spoke up. "We might have to run."
"Why it's not even seven thirty yet? We're not going to be late."
He twisted his mouth. "Trust me, okay?"
She looked in his eyes as seen an emotion somewhere between fear and survival. "Okay, Jon. I trust you. But why are we going down this way?"
"Good. Because it's the only way to get to school on time without a car."
"Oh." She said and sudden got a chill. She took his hand and he squeezed hers.
"Snowie?"
"Yes." She answered in a whisper.
"If I told you to run and you had to leave me would you?" He asked looking at her in the most sincere way.
"Not if I had another choice. I don't leave friends behind."
"That's not what I asked." He replied.
"Well that's what I'm saying."
"Fine."
They made safely and without incident down the street. Once they reached the school they stopped by the office. He told her good luck and that he would see her at lunch and introduce her to some people. He ran off at the bell and she took a deep breath and walked into the office. The lady behind the desk looked her up and down then smiled. She clothes were dress code appropriate she'd made sure of that when she'd received the school's handbook for students.
"I'm the new girl. Um…I was told to stop by this morning and get my schedule."
"What's your name, Hon?" The secretary asked leaning over the countertop.
"Snowie Davison."
She gave her a funny look. "No Honey your real name. Not a nickname, you can go by one but for this I need your real name."
"That is my real name. Honest." Snowie said. "Snowie with I. E. Monroe Davison. It's my real name."
"Oh I'm sorry." She smiled. "Yes I see it here now. You are to meet Dr. Morgan in just few minutes. He'll provide your amplitude test"
"A test? What kind of test?" Snowie was very confused. A test on her first day. She was good but not that good.
"Dr. Morgan will explain everything. Just have a seat, Dear."
Snowie set in the hard chair feeling like she was in trouble. She heard a bell let out its screech and doors flying open. Some kids ran in and out of the office. Jon walked by and seen her sitting in the office looking as bored as she could get. He had to drop Mrs. Jenkin's role card off anyways.
"Hey Snow White." She looked up.
"Really?" She laughed.
"You looked bored thought I'd amuse you." He said sitting beside her.
"In trouble again Jonathan?" The secretary asked him.
"No. I've got Mrs. Jenkin's role card and seen my friend." He answered.
She went on to ignore them. He asked. "Why are you still in here?"
Snowie shrugged. "She said something about a test. I don't know."
A woman with long black hair wearing a white button down and a black pencil skirt walked out of an office. "In trouble again, Jon?"
He laughed it off. "No Dr. Morgan."
"Well then get to class." She smiled at him.
"See ya later Snow." He ran off down the hall.
"Snowie Davison?" Dr. Morgan asked.
"Yes?"
"Come with me."
Snowie felt like she was being interrogated for something she hadn't done when she walked into the cold room. There was metal tables and chairs set up and some kids were already sitting, they all turned to look at her. One kid even snared at her as if she had insulted him by breathing the same air as him. She shivered.
"Am I in trouble?" She looked up at the doctor.
"No, Snowie. We have gotten your testing scores from your old school and it would seem as though you tested out of your age group." Snowie actually felt like apologizing. "So we need to test you and see what grade you fit into. Alright?"
"Um…Okay?" She followed Dr. Morgan to a table. The test and a few pencils were already waiting.
"I'll let you begin. When you finish take the test to Mrs. Lindsay at the front desk."
With that she turned heel and walked out of the room. Snowie set at the desk and took a deep breath she hated tests. They always made her feel stupid when she missed a question. But she sighed and opened the packet, the questions all seemed easy enough. In thirty minutes she was going back over the pages to make sure she'd answered them all.
"You're done?" Asked the boy with the snare. "It normally takes people an hour or more."
She didn't really like the kid he just had that air of rude jerk about him. "Yeah and I'm not most people."
She walked out and to the front desk. Mrs. Lindsay, the secretary, looked at her then at the clock on the wall. "That was fast. Are you sure you gave yourself time?"
"Yes. I even went back to make sure I had answered everything." Snowie answered. Why is everyone acting like it's such a big deal? She thought.
Jon was sitting in second period waiting for Hanna to stop yapping about some boy to Lisa so he could tell her about Snowie. Why he was so excited he had no idea. But he really liked her and not in a romantic way more like he the way he liked Hanna. Hanna turned to him.
"Okay Jon spill. You're really quiet." She said giving him a push on the shoulder.
"Oh I'm sorry I don't want to talk about a guy." He said returning her shove. "I met someone yesterday."
Hanna and Lisa both faked shocked. "Jon Good met a person willingly." Toby, one of Jon's closest friends said.
"Ha. Ha. Yes I was even nice to her." He played along.
"A girl!" Hanna exclaimed throwing her hand over her heart. "Tell me he didn't say a girl, Toby."
Toby laughed, "He did indeed. Do we get to meet said girl?"
Jon just looked at them with stoic face. Why had he wanted to tell them again? "You guys are just messed up."
"Every take your seats, please." Miss. Myers called from the front of the class. She waited until everyone shut their mouths and fond seats. "Okay, before we get started for the day, we have a new student. Snowie Davison." Jon set up a little straighter. How was she in one of his classes? He knew she was younger than him so it didn't make sense. "Snowie before you take a seat, would you like to say something about yourself?"
She looked horrified, "Uh…no thank you."
Miss. Myers smiled. "Okay then I think there's an empty seat in front of Hanna."
The empty seat happened to be next to Jon. Hanna waved so she'd know where to go. Snowie walked over and Jon smiled. She smiled back and mouthed hi. Hanna and Toby giggled and he turned giving them both go to hell looks. He wanted to ask how'd she got in his class but couldn't until after class.
Finally the bell shrieked. "See ya at lunch Jon." Hanna called as she ran out.
"Hey Jon, if you're not too busy can I ask you something?" Snowie like she was almost ready for a breakdown.
"Yeah, what's up?" He asked. "And how did you manage to get in seventh grade classes?"
She looked at him dumbfounded. "They made me take a test it said I should be in seventh so…here I am, I guess. But I have no idea where I'm going."
"Let me see your schedule. Biology with Sanders. That's my next class." The warning bell rang out. "Come on, she gets crappy if you're late." While they walked two halls down, he noticed something. "Hey are you stalking me?"
"What?" Snowie looked at him like he'd sprouted another head.
Jon laughed. "Almost all your classes are mine."
"Oh." She gave a half laughed. "I didn't make it up sorry not to bust your ego but I'm not stalking you."
The rest of the morning passed in a blur. New teachers, new classes, new peers, new everything; the only thing that stayed the same was Jon. For that she was grateful. Fourth period ended and Jon actually looked happy about it.
"What is that look?" Snowie asked as they walked out of the room.
"Lunch." He replied. "Come on, Snow White."
"You do love food don't you?" She commented as they rounding the corner and headed into the cafeteria.
He grinned and nodded his head. "Yep. There's Hanna." He grabbed her hand without thinking and drug her along behind him to where she was standing.
"Hey Bud. Saved your place." Hanna said. Then looked at Snowie "Hi."
"Snowie this is Hanna." Jon introduced them.
"Hi." Snowie said.
Once they got seated at a table. Hanna started asking the usual questions. "So where you from?"
"Oklahoma." Snowie replied swallowing a mouthful of horrible food. Cafeteria food was the same no matter where you went, she thought.
"Oh why'd you move here?" Snowie relayed the whole story. "That sucks. So I hope you don't mind me asking but how old are you?"
"Gees Han lay off let the girl eat in peace." Jon told her. "Are you going to eat that?"
"Gees Jon are you the only person that can eat this junk?" Hanna pushed her tray towards him.
"I'm about to turn twelve." Snowie replied quietly.
"How'd you get in seventh?" Hanna asked and once again Snowie told her the story. "Wow, you must be super smart, then."
"Thanks."
"Hey Snow White, you gonna…."
"Here." She didn't even let him finish before she pushed her tray at him and laughed.
"Sorry about him. If you haven't figured it out yet the boy likes his food. No matter how gross. So what classed you got?" Snowie pulled out her schedule and handed to the other girl. "Hey the rest of these are with me and Jon."
Snowie looked at Jon. "You weren't kidding."
"Well except seventh we have gym together and last when Jon has gym and we have English." Hanna contemplated. "But that's okay. You can hang with me if you want."
"Sure if you don't mind a tag along."
Once again Snowie felt the day buzzing by. Hanna turned out to be actually pretty cool and she took to her after she warmed up to her. Jon met up with them at Hanna's locker only long enough to tell them he'd meet them in front by the water fountain after school. She had yet another teacher demand she say something about herself. Who cares? She thought.
"I'm Snowie. Yes that's my real name and obviously I'm new here." She set back down.
Hanna laughed. "Well that went better than before."
"Well gees. What do they want a five-point report?" She said and started to laugh.
The minutes ticked by slowly. The class was the same as any other, nouns, verbs and other words that she really had never figured out what they were or where they went in sentences were thrown around. And then bam it hit! The teacher Mr. Kandinsky passed copies of a screen play for Romeo and Juliet around. She and Hanna shared a terrified confused look.
"As I seen from some of your faces you're rather confused. Well as you all know this is the time for the schools theatrical production. Last year each student took a vote and Romeo and Juliet was the winning play." He paused. "Now you're getting it, aren't you? Yes well as every year every seventh grade student is required to audition for a part of their choosing."
Snowie tossed a rolled up piece of paper at Hanna. 'Well I wasn't here last year. No fair I'm NOT even supposed to be in this grade :(' Hanna tried to contain her laughter as she wrote back 'sorry sucks to be you'
"That wasn't nice" Snowie whispered and tried not to giggle.
The bell rang. "Okay guys auditions are to be held last period in the auditorium on Friday. So instead of coming here you'll go there."
As she and Hanna walked out of class they heard fighting and someone yell the names of two boys one of them being Jon. "Oh no! Come on!" Hanna raced down the hall with Snowie right behind her. Sure enough it was their Jon and the boy she remembered from that morning. He looked worse than Jon but he was also bigger so that could cause issues for Jon later. Two of the coaches finally pulled them apart.
"Both of you go to the office! The rest of you get out of here." One coach, the one she had had, said before blowing his whistle.
Hanna grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side. "Come on, Jon normally doesn't mess with Heath. Let's go find out what happened." She pulled her to a back door and around the side of the building. "Jump up there but quietly."
They stood on old wooden boxes and peered through Dr. Morgan's office window. "Jon. Heath. What happened? I thought we'd discussed the two of you staying away from each other, because this happens most of the time."
"Oil and water, on fire." Hanna whispered close to her ear.
"He started it." Heath was more than willing to throw Jon under the bus and if a train was handy he'd push him there first.
"Oh. And how was this?" Dr. Morgan set on her desk arms crossed.
"Well he…he…"
"Jon would you like to refute his claim?"
"Not really. I mean I didn't start anything. He's the one that said something about my mom and deserved the first punch too. But I really don't have anything to say, just give me my punishment so I can leave." Jon slouched in the chair.
"Well I should do that. But I think something new is in order here. As both of you know the play is just around the corner and you already have to audition for a part but you will both be doing whatever needs to be done or you are directed to do for the sets. Do you understand?"
"I can't…I…"Heath stuttered out again.
"Not one with words is he?" Snowie whispered to Hanna.
Jon had the surprising answer though. "Fine better than being at home anyways. Can I please go now?"
She dismissed Jon. Hanna and Snowie rushed around to meet him. He caught both of them with a double clothes line taking them down to the ground softly. "Jon!"
He laughed and raised up to his knees. "Haha! You think I wouldn't see you Hanna Banana?"
"Don't call me a banana Jonny Boy." She mocked him. "And we just wanted to know what had happened."
"It was all her idea." Snowie said setting up. When Hanna looked at her she stuck out her tongue. "Well it was but I didn't protest it any."
Jon shoved himself off the cold ground and then offered them each a hand. "I could see that, Snow White. So you need to get home?"
She looked at her watch, Matt would be getting home and her mom wouldn't be home until late. "No. I'm good."
"Cool."
They started walking in the opposite direction then the one they had come to school. She didn't mind so she didn't bother asking why. But she could also have walked herself home. Jon and Hanna pointed out the good places to eat or shop at along the way. They reached a place called Comic Mania. And Jon's eyes lit up a little more.
"Hey Jon! Did your box come in yesterday?" A cheery blonde behind the counter asked.
"Yeah I haven't gotten time to open it but I waited around yesterday for it."
"Great!" She said going back to painting her nails.
They walked to the back. "The new magazine should be in."
"What magazine?"
Hanna let out a fake groan. "Don't get him started, Snow! Please I beg of you."
"Oh shut up. The new wrestling mag, Snow."
They spent about an hour wondering the aisles and read any comic or magazine they found interesting. Finally Jon said he was hungry so they went to the same little place he'd taken her to the night before. They ate and then played in the arcade until Hanna decided it was time for her to get home. They walked her a few more blocks and then headed to their block.
"So how was your first day?" Jon asked as they walked.
"Fine. Thanks for introducing me to Hanna she's great." Snowie really meant that she'd really only had one or two friends back home and they weren't really her friends she had a feeling they just let her hang with them.
"She's the best. I don't know what I would do without her."
"Your own homework?" She laughed.
"Ugh don't say that!" He shoved her lightly. And she pushed back. "So are you really that smarted or did you fake the whole test thing?"
"You doubt my brain?" She freighted shock. "No I'm actually scary good at stuff. Like I hate school but I'm really good at it."
"Oh." He thought for a minutes. "So when's your birthday?"
"Twenty questions again?" She laughed. "October thirty-first."
"No way! Really?"
"Yep. Strange name to fit the strange birthday I know."
He stopped and looked at her. "No I think it's actually cool. Way better than mine."
"When's yours?" They began walking again.
"December seventh."
"Not far off then."
"No neither is yours. Just a few more weeks." He said.
They came to Broker St. the same street he'd freaked her out about that morning. "Are you sure there isn't another way?" she could hear people talking and yelling.
"Nope. If someone talks to us just keep going." He warned and took hold of her hand. He didn't know why but knowing he had her by him made him feel better. Then he seen the worst sight he could think of: the gay guy who always tried to hit on him and steal his money and his mom. He looked at Snowie. "Hey Snow?"
"Yeah?"
"Run!" Still holding her hand he took off at a dead run. He was actually surprised when she kept up with him.
When they rounded the other corner she slumped against the wall of the building. "Why did we have to run?"
He gulped in air. "Uh…" He hadn't thought of that. He heard his name being called from the way they had come. "I'll exp…"
"Jonathan Good!" His mom stepped around the corner. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Uh…hey mom." He wanted to die right then.
"Don't you 'hey mom' me. You didn't come home last night." She scowled him.
He laughed bitterly. "How would you know? And by the way I did too."
Snowie had stayed quiet the entire conversation tried to pull her hand from Jon's but he reaffirmed his grip. So she sighed and resigned to stand there. He had gone home, she thought. She'd see him climb up the side of his house. His mom noticed her for all his best attempts to keep her behind him.
"Who is this? Hanna is much taller if I remember correctly." His mom stated.
Snowie took charge she had reason to fear her step father but not this woman and she was a little mad at the way she talked to Jon. She still couldn't get him to let go of her hand so she stepped sideways. "I'm Snowie. We just moved in across the street and Jon and I go to the same school."
"Oh." Before she could say anything else a car pulled up and honked. "I won't be home tonight, Jon. Tell Annie if you see her." With that she sauntered away.
Jon looked at Snowie. "I'm sorry."
She got the sense he said that a lot. "Don't do be. Not your fault, Jon."
He looked at her harder yet softer at the same time. His blue eyes softened like it was the first time he actually believed it. "Hey well. Still sorry she was such a…" He searched for a word.
"Piece of work?" She offered.
"Yea." He let go of her hand and ran it through his hair. "Come on. Let's get out of here."
As they walked up to his door they could hear loud music. He looked at her and drew her toward the chair on the porch. "Stay here." If it was his sister and her boyfriend it would be okay to take her in but if it was still the moron he'd found asleep on the couch this morning he wasn't risking Snowie. He opened the door slowly.
"Hey bro!" Annie called.
"Come on." He help out his hand to Snowie. "Hey sis! Mom said she wouldn't be home tonight."
"Shocker." Offered up Annie's Boyfriend. And Annie laughed.
"You leavin'" He asked her.
"No. Why you wanna make out with your girlfriend?" She joked.
"She's not my girlfriend." He said a little annoyed but didn't let go of Snowie's hand. "This is Snowie, her family moved in next door."
"Hi Snowie!" Annie said. "Gees bro chill I was only kidding. But no I'll staying in tonight. Are you?"
He looked at Snowie, she'd said her step dad would be gone to a bar for a while and her mom wouldn't be home until late. "No, just came to grab something. See ya."
They rushed to his room. He picked up the little box and turned to smile at her. "What is in there?"
"Come on we can go to your house and I'll show you."
They ran out of the house without stopping. Once in her house they heard noise from the kitchen. She looked panicked but kept walking toward the noise. "Mom?" She said when they reached the kitchen.
"Hi, Baby. How was school?" Her mom turned around from the stove.
"It was fine. Got pushed up a grade. What are you doing home?"
"That's great! We'll go out on my day off to celebrate. I took an extra hour for lunch so I figured I'd make you a decent diner. Who's your friend?"
"Oh yeah! Mom this is Jon. Jon this is my mom Hope."
"Hi Jon." Hope smiled big.
"Uh…hi, ma'am."
"Well this will be ready in about twenty minutes. But I have to go or I'll be late so don't forget, please."
"Okay, we'll stay in here until it gets done." She hoped Matt wouldn't get home until after they ate or at least had time to grab a plate and go to her room. "Bye!"
"Bye, Hon. Jon it was nice meeting you." With that Hope walked out of the house.
They set in silence for a long moment. She felt a little guilty that his mom had been a horror and hers had been sweet. And Jon had a confused look like he figured she was just being nice to be nice and he didn't know how to feel about it. A steaming hiss came from the stove.
"Oh no!" She found a pot holder in a drawer and took the pan off the stove. "Oh I hope it doesn't taste burnt! If it does I'll have to fix something else in a hurry."
Jon found a spoon in another drawer dipped it into the stew and pulled out a bite. He blew on it then stuck the spoon in his mouth. "Yum! Not burnt."
"You ate three trays of cafeteria food, Jon" She grabbed the spoon. "Like I'd trust your food standards." She took a bite. "Mmm…needs some salt but it's really good. If you want to grab our stuff I'll get us two bowlfuls and we can go to my room and eat. And you can show me what's in the box."
They had just shut the door to her room when Matt came in the front door. They stayed quiet for a long time then heard the door slam shut. Snowie jogged to her window and looked out. When she turned around her face flooded with relief.
"He gone again?"
"Yes." She said sitting back down on her bed. "Ok I've fed you, now what's in the box?"
Jon smiled so wide she thought for a minute he'd stay that way. Even though when he smiled she liked him a little more but poor Jon to be stuck like that. "Alright I've saved and begged my sister for the rest of it. In this box is the Godfather of wrestling videos." He opened the box dumped it on her bed.
Her eyes grew huge. There was literally eighty or more videos now spayed across her bed. "Oh my gosh! Jon! Can we watch them?"
"You got a VCR?" He grinned.
"Yep and my own TV." She jumped off the bed and went into her closet. Snowie came back out rolling a TV cart with a VCR on the bottom. She plugged it into the outlet across from her bed and then looked at Jon smiling. "They're your videos. So you can do the honor of getting one ready while I change clothes."
"Alright." He hopped up and started stacking the videos next to the TV. "Which one first?"
"I don't care." She replied stepping back out of the closet and closing the door. "I know the answer but you want something to drink?"
He popped one in the VCR. "Sure whatever you got. Hey I'm going to run home right quick and change my clothes I think I have blood on my shirt."
"Okay sounds good to me. I'll pop some popcorn while I wait."
Jon left and ran across the road to his house. The lights were still on and Arron's car was still parked in front. He snuck to his room and changed into track sweats and a clean long sleeved shirt. He was in the middle of throwing his shoes back on when he heard the front door crash open. He listened then heard his mom. So much for not bringing the party home, mom, he thought. He heard her down the hall in Annie's room. She was asking about him.
"No I haven't seen him since this afternoon. He did his homework and said he was going to the park."
He jumped into his mangled bed and turned to face away from the door. Please let her leave, please. He didn't want to deal with her and if her stupid scum of a boyfriend was with her he'd try and hit him again. Not like that wasn't knew but he tried to avoid it when he could. His door opened and he smelled the stale liquor and cigarettes on her breath when she leaned over him. He forced himself to breath deep breathes and not squint when the smell burned his lungs. She walked out turning off the light.
"He's asleep. I'm going out again." She stomped down the stairs.
He stayed lying there not wanting to move even after he heard a car pull off. No chance in risking it. Finally he opened his eyes and his light was back on. Annie stood in the door way. "The bitch is gone you can go back to your friend's now."
"Thanks Ann!" He hugged her.
"Don't say I've never done anything for you."
He hurried back across the street and up to Snowie's front door. He heard a popping coming from the kitchen so he went there first. "Hey Snow White's cooking for the men."
"There are knives here Jon, don't make me use one." She laughed. The microwave dinged. "Get pops out of the fridge and come on."
"Pops?" he asked confused. "The cereal?"
She laughed so hard she was holding the popcorn bag in one hand and her side with the other, "No goof ball! Pop as in drink, as in coke. You know like soda pop. I'm from Oklahoma remember? Even tea is pop, there."
She was still laughing as they walked up the stairs. "Come on it wasn't that funny." But now he was starting to laugh. She had that effect on him. She smiled he smiled she laughed he laughed. "Okay fine I'm a hoot."
She laughed more. "Stop I'm going to tear at the seams!"
"Well stop laughing dum-dum." He said pushing her.
She almost fell off the bed. "Hey!" she sobered. "Okay will you stop goofing around we have serious work to do."
They both sobered and he pressed play. She yawned three moves in and laid her head on his shoulder. He didn't stop her or say anything just laid his head on top of hers. He woke to screaming music a few hours later. She didn't move so he lifted his head and sought out the clock, it read 5:00 The he groaned and laid his head back down. They had somehow managed to switch their position he was laying behind her and she was tucked into him. The white noise from the TV was the only light. He looked at Snowie in its glow. He decided she was pretty now but she'd be a total knock out when she got older. She shivered and curled closer so he grabbed the coverlet and pulled it over the side of the bed wrapping it around them. They stayed that way until her alarm went off at seven.
I know it seems they are moving a little fast for a twelve and thirteen year old but it's not in a sexual way I swear! It's just their relationship as friends is getting closer faster. There is a reason behind the madness I promise.