Chapter Two
Kestrel's POV
After getting all my stuff in my room
and organized I step back to look at
my handiwork. I have my computer by the window and my TV in front of my bed. Valentine has the Xbox since I'm more of a computer gamer. Posters cover my walls except for one spot, which I'm saving for when I'm done with Roslyn, my character design. Small glass blown figurines stand on shelves, most of which are varying colors and sizes of horses and pegasi. There are a few cat and dogs in the mix as well as wild animals.
In the center of the shelf is Roslyn. A pegasus. She's reared up on her hind legs with its wings spread. She is easily one of the most precious things in my life.
Since I worked extremely hard for her, I clean her once a month. It's the only thing I really care about, other than my sister. Even when my room's dirty there's always at least a two foot area of space between the mess and the bookshelf.
Valentine says that she heard that ghosts are in this house. I just hope they respect the beauty of my fragile collection, and stay away from it. I chuckle at that thought, ghosts aren't real.
Leaving my room I walk down the stairs to take a better look at the rest of the house. Looking down a hallway, I watch a door open slowly. Walking over to it I look through the doorway. Stairs lead to a dark room which I'm assuming is the basement. Something moves in the dark and I swiftly shut the door. Never going down there.
I go into the kitchen and fill a pot with water. Setting the pot on the stove I stare at the dials to turn it on. God damn... how many knobs do people need? Figuring out which one to use, I turn it on and leave to burn time while the water's heating up.
As I walk through the house some more, I get a twisting feeling in my gut. I always get this feeling when I think someone's messing with Roslyn.
I rush up the stairs and down the hall, bursting into my room. There's a girl, probably around my age, running her hand over Roslyn like she owned her or something. The nerve of some people.
"Hands off!" I bark, walking over to the girl. She jerks her hand away from the glass figure and turns to face me. I glare at her and pick up a folded blanket I have and open it up, making a nest type shape out of it at the foot of my bed.
Brushing past the girl roughly I pick up Roslyn and lay her gently on the blanket. Grabbing a pair of gloves and a microsoft rag I begin wiping the pegasas.
"Who are you?" I ask, not taking my eyes from my precious.
"Violet," she answers, coming to stand next to me and watches me clean, "Who are you?"
Valentine's POV
After awhile I have everything set up, my Xbox and PS2 included. My laptop sits on my bed, basically I'm really obsessed with video games.
After awhile of organizing my room, I leave in search for adventure. I sadly don't find it. What I do find is a boiling, spilling pot of water. Left completely alone. I turn the burner off and leave the pot there. I walk to my sister's room. I don't knock, I just walk in.
"You left the water..." I stop, realising I'm the third person in the room. "Hi...?" The word jumbled and ended up a question. Suddenly remembering why I came into the room, "Bruh not cool. You should tell me when people are here. I could have been naked or something!" My words are laced with sarcasm, I would never walk around naked. "You left the water boiling in the kitchen, Not my mess not my problem." I say, regaining seriousness.
I flash a smile toward Kes's new friend, then I bring my fingers to my face and point them at my eyes then point at Kes. I smirked and say,"I'm watching you," then I leave the room. I can't keep myself from laughing. Now my search for adventure starts again.
Wandering through the house was only slightly boring. I suddenly realise how big the house is, every ceiling floats high above my head and every corner I turn I seem to find a new area to explore. The house carries a foul smell to it, like rotting tomatoes. I'm trying to remember every little detail of it, every creaky floorboard, every loose door handle, and every empty room. The rooms bring me to my second conclusion about this house, it's creepy as fuck. Other than the obvious creepy delusions of the ghost man behind me in the mirror, it has a certain quality to it... Abandonment. Like if I were to call out for kestrel she wouldn't answer back, so much of it makes me feel alone. It's my worst fear. Losing everyone I care about. Loneliness.
I walk back to my small attic bedroom and lie down on my bed, drifting off into sleep just as a knock on the door beckons to me. Shift out of my comfortable position, knowing that once I come back I won't be able to get comfortable again.
I stubble half aware in the haziness of sleep, down the ladder and the stairs to the front door. When I open the door I hiss, the brightness of the sunlight burns my eyes and I'm reminded that it is still daytime, if mom were here she'd tell me off for taking a nap. I recoil back into the house a little until I remember why I opened the door, and adjust my eyes to the light.
A small boy stands in front of me, his hair is blond... From the looks of him I'd have to say he's about 9 or so. "Hi?" I say looking around for his mom or dad. I find no one, so I ask where they are but he says nothing, just stares up at me with a smile on his face, despite the smile on his face he doesn't look happy. He looks cruel. "Uhhhhh, what's your name?" I ask him.
I guess I should have been more polite but something about this kid just gets under my skin. Actually, all kids get under my skin. I find all children creepy, I don't know why, they just bother me. He just looks back at me, his grin gets bigger and then he turns around and walks back down the street, turning into the house nearest ours.
I shrug it off and go to shut the door when a hand grabs a hold of the door. I push it back open and stare at the tall guy in front of me, he has blonde hair and dark eyes that burn into me with a furious curiosity. "Hi I'm Tate."
"Hi Tate, uh I'm sorry I didn't see you there" as I pull the door back open. He stares at me a second and I realize he wants to know my name. "Valentine." I tell him.
"I like that name, are your parents home, valentine?" He asks.
"yes" I lie, I'm not going to tell some freaky guy I just met that two teenage girls are here alone, or that we're the only ones living here. I'm not that stupid.
"May I come in?"
"Sorry but we're kinda busy unpacking right now... Maybe you could come back later... Unless you like too help...?"
"If you don't mind me helping, then I'd like to help."
I move out of the way to let him in, and he smiles, it's breathtaking. He has dimples. Oh my fucking shit he has dimples. Ignore it. I tell myself. And lead the way to my new band room, where a bunch of boxes sit unopened.
"Uh... So... This is going to be my... Well you'll understand when you open the boxes, so will you just start unpacking things?" I say as i reach over to the box that holds my microphones...
Then I realize how strange that must have sounded and blush... I say nothing and pull the microphones out of the box and set them up in a standing position.
He laughs as he finds my cello in a larger box, I can't help but feel self conscious about my nerdiness but I feel the need to hit him for making me feel this way. I kick the cardboard box he found it in instead. We, as a band are to lazy to go and get cases for our instruments so we just use cardboard boxes. If the boxes aren't big enough we tear them apart and duct tape them together.
He laughs as he pulls the cello to its upright position and digs the bow out of the box full of styrofoam peanuts. He drags it across the cords like one caresses a lovers face, but the sound that comes out is more like he strangled a cat, now it's my turn to laugh. I grab the cello and the bow from him and pull up a chair. I plop down into sitting position and let the music take me away, feeling the vibrations in my fingertips. When I look back up I realize my total dorkiness and cringe, struggling to not shove my cello back into the box and walk out of the house and never talk to him again, I settle for not looking him in the eye. He must think I'm a total retard.
I can't take the suspense any more and look up, and I swear if music was playing... The fucking bass would drop. He's so attractive it should be like illegal or something.
He smiles down at me and I can't help but smile back even though I look like a rabid chipmunk with some type of birth defect when I smile but it's a default reaction to cute boys who smile when I totally nerd out on the cello.
" so what is all this stuff" he ask as he hustles to a microphone.
"It's uh, my uh, like... I'm in a band with a couple of my friends and... They're not nearly as nerdy as me, like reign plays the guitar and sings, we've got drums and everything... And we're actually kinda popular, you might have heard of us..."
"What's your band name?"
"Kingdom of awkward"
"I haven't heard of it."
"Figures as much."
"So show me a song."
"Wow pushy much." I whisper as I laugh and pull out my phone, bringing up YouTube.
We spend the rest of the rest of the day like that, talking about bands and old stories about the time I fell of stage and into a creepy dudes lap and the guy started petting my hair. It was uneventful and unproductive but really fun, it's been so long since I've been able to talk to someone like that. It feels great.
Alright so there isn't really s good reason as to why i haven't posted, I'm just kinda really lazy. I'm really sorry, but every now and then id get a notification saying that someone has followed or Favorited this story and then id get the urge to write, knowing people actually want to read this is making me write faster so keep letting me know you're reading and ill probably write faster. wow that just makes me seem kinda rude, and now I'm just rambling. Sorry again, goodbye.