Baby, we're just daydreamers (Markimash)

13~ New Friends and Cute Dates

Okay I'm just going to warn you guys that, this chapter has a lot in it and it's kinda crammed and fast paced..

~~Aaron's P.O.V~~

For the rest of the weekend I basically cleaned. I vacuumed the carpets, scrubbed the kitchen, cleaned the bathrooms, got rid of all the old gross food and organized the pantry and fridge, dusted the windows and ceiling fans, cleaned the furniture and so on. I did a deep clean and practically scrubbed everything several times. Some of the small blood stains on the living room carpet would barley come off so I'd have to scrub those areas. Once I was finished it actually looked decent. I also got rid of everything drug related and threw it in my neighbors garbage, you know so I don't get caught. My neighbors are kind of douchebags anyway.

But out of the whole house, I left my parents room alone. I didn't want to go in there so I stayed clear. I was curious but I didn't want to find something I wouldn't like seeing. It made me wonder when my dad would get back and when he does, what will happen to me? How will he react to me throwing everything out? I went to bed that Sunday night with a full head. I was terrified of the future from here on out.

When I woke up for school I actually felt kind of good. The house smelled nice, I could sleep soundly with no yelling to bother me and it felt nice to not have to worry about my dad. Well not worry about him at home. He could come after me out on the streets.

I also thought a lot about my mother these last few days. I know she's gone but sometimes I like to think that maybe I will find her and bring her back home. That I can take care of her and watch her recover, watch her get a job or maybe even see her re-marry. I feel like I should be mourning her a lot more but for some reason I wasn't all that phased. I was indeed extremely sad, and I still am, but I feel like since she wasn't really there for me that, that's the reason I'm not more upset. I don't know, I know the police will find her soon and I can prepare a proper memorial for her. Hopefully.

I quickly stumbled out of bed and went over to my closet. I feel like dressing a little nice today so I picked out a nice grey button down shirt and some blue jeans. Ehh it's nice enough for my budget.

I quickly got dressed and went into the bathroom. My face has cleared up a lot to my surprise. I'm actually happy because I don't want to have to walk around bloody, bruised and gross all day. There was only a slight tint of purple under my eye that was completely totaled but the rest had healed. I smiled at my reflection. I don't think I had ever done that, smiled at myself feeling nice and happy. I walked out and slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed my school bag and walked to school.

When lunch came around I looked everywhere for Bob. I searched through the sea of people before spotting the familiar pair of glasses and pudgy form.

"Bob!" I called out. His head turned to me and smiled widely. He quickly made his way over to our table and patted my shoulder.

"Aaron! Where have you been? I've been worried sick." He asked taking a seat next to me. I shrugged.

"I had a bad case of the flu, parents made me stay home." I told him remembering the lie Mark came up with.

"Oh, that's what I've heard but I wasn't sure. It's not like I could have asked. I mean I came over a few times but you didn't answer." He said. I froze.

"We were out getting medicine." I lied. Bob raised an eyebrow.

"You had the get medicine four times?" He asked. I nodded quickly trying to keep my cool.

"Well when you have what I had, you tend to need a lot." I laughed it off. Bob chuckled and I looked around. "So how have you been? I mean it's felt like forever since we last talked." I asked.