Okay, one more chappie before I leave.
Let the fun begin, mysteries unravel and chaos ensue!
I ran through the streets, reminiscing on some old memories. I remembered when I really young I played with this imaginary friend. I actually kept him around for a long time because I didn't make many real friends. His name was Dexter, and he was actually kind of creepy with his abnormally large grin and echoing laugh. But I didn't really care. After all, it didn't matter anymore, he was gone.
Oh really?
I halted in my tracks before looking around wildly for whoever said that. It almost felt like I was thinking it but not in my own voice. I felt stupid to try it but-
Dexter?
Yes?
A-are you in my HEAD?
No, I'm at the NORTH POLE.
Get out!
I don't want to.
Tough. Out.
Make me.
I banged on the side of my head with my palm.
Nice try.
Smartass.
I started to run again, despite the fact old Dexter got bored and started going, "BaDeBaDaBaDeBaDa" over and over and over again. This had to be the worst time for an old imaginary friend to pop up out of nowhere.
I stopped at my apartment. Dexter actually went silent. I peered in the window to see a small boy who I definitely did not know staring at a photo in a picture frame. He looked pretty sad, but I was in too much of a hurry. I started to run again, my heart pounding.
BWAHAHAHAHA! Did you really expect her to be there you-
Shut up you asshole.
I stopped at the cemetery, out of breath. I walked through rows of headstones, searching for a particular name. Lee, Long.. Louver. My grandmother and- my mom…
Cordelia Louver.
I sank to my knees, disappointed. When I left I remembered the boy in the window. Why was he home alone? He looked only about 9 or 10. I decided to check up on him.
You realize this makes you a stalker right?
Ugh, he's back. For the last time, shut up.
Make me.
Make me make you.
Make me make you make me.
Make me make you make me make you.
Make me make you make me make you make me.
Make me make you make make me me you- wait, what?
BWAAHAHAHAHAAA!
Ugh, that laugh again. Oop, look, we're here. I looked in through the window again. I lightly tapped against it to get his attention. He looked up from the photo, shoving it in a drawer. He quickly got up. "Who's there?"
I climbed in through the window, landing not so gracefully on the floor in front of him. I began asking him questions. It took me a long time to gain his trust though. His name was Mal and his father and mom lived here. They kept aging while he didn't. Eventually, they died. It was hard on him. His last name was "Werevis". Then I noticed he had three grey wolf tails and wolf like ears.
Apparently, his dad was a werewolf but there wasn't an explanation towards why he had three tails. I asked who his dad was, then his mom. He said, "I can't remember, her name started with a 'C' and she was really nice."
My breathing hitched. "What was you're mom's maiden name?"
"What?"
"Her last name before she married your dad."
"Uh… She said once it was Louver."
I almost fell over in shock. My mom had remarried and this was my half brother!
Well, that escalated quickly.
No shit.
Aw, why you so mean?
Aw, why you have grammatical errors in your asshole sentence?
Aw, because I'm not the asshole here, you are!
I rolled my eyes. I could tell that "Mal" was still feeling sad. I gently told him my name and that we were related. He started bouncing around like he had a bunch of caffeine. He had a bland white long sleeved shirt on with some long jeans and white socks. His eyes were red, like my mom's. His hair was grey for some reason, like his ears and tails.
He's such a wimp.
How so?
It's obvious.
No, it's not. Now shut up.
Make me.
Make me make you.
Make me make you make me.
Oh we are not doing this again! Make me make you make me make you.
Yes we are! Make me make you make me make you make me!
Make me-
"Are you okay?" Mal asked with an adorable confused face. I had spaced out.
"I'm fine." I answered, before grabbing his hand. I was bringing this kid back to the Jack O House.