Oliver gave the door a sharp tug, and it opened, spilling warm light and the smell of tomato soup and apple pie out onto the porch. Inside, he saw a worn rug along the hall and a coat rack with 2 hats. One of them was his, though he didn't recall bringing anything with him. In the kitchen, he saw a boy with a rounded jaw and fluffy blonde hair that fell in his eyes. He was wearing black and yellow plaid pants and a blue T-shirt. He stood by the stove, singing obnoxiously while stirring spices into a pot. The door slammed behind Ollie, stopping the boy in the kitchen with a BANG. He left the soup and greeted Ollie with the most graceful dropping of a spoon and leaving soup on the floor.
"Shit. Umm. Hi! I'm Rowan. You're Oliver?"
"yep." Oliver replied with finger guns.
Rowan responded with finger guns. They were going to get along just fine.
"Here is your room," Rowan said, gesturing to the door at the far end of the hall, next to the kitchen. "Here is my room," he continued, gesturing to the door next to that, "and here is the bathroom," he said, gesturing to the door across the hall. "Over there is the living room, as you can probably tell-" The living room consisted of a tv, an old leather armchair covered in blankets, a 3-seat couch on a fluffy carpet surrounding a Thai-style teak coffee table. In the far corner, there was a wall of bookshelves with a library ladder. On the walls, there were watercolour landscapes, most of them of the rocky mountains, but a few of a beach with a stone jetty of porous grey boulders, and a girl in a blue dress with tiger lilies in her golden hair.
"Who is that?" Ollie wondered aloud.
"My sister."
"She's pretty."
Rowan nodded and chuckled: "Prettier than I was."
"Do you want dinner?" I made Tomato soup."
The pit in Ollie's stomach growled, ravenous. He hadn't realized how hungry he was.
Rowan laughed. "I'll take that as a yes?"
Ollie nodded. He was definitely hungry.
They sat at the kitchen table with bowls of red soup and plates of fresh bread.
"You have green eyes." Oliver pointed out.
"And you have brown eyes." Rowan said.
Oliver had brown eyes and curly brown hair that seemed to have a mind of its own. He was 5ft 5 to Rowan's 5ft 8, with unfortunately soft lips and a button nose that were far too feminine for his taste. He wore a pair of pyjama pants that were ripped from the claws of a million birds, and his right shoulder was bloody from the talons of the great owl. His hair was greasy and dirty from lack of showering. Long story short: He needed to change.
YOU ARE READING
The Birds
AdventureOliver never thought any of this would happen. Of course he wouldn't, as it was very rare for people to be carried off into the sky by a million birds. lol, I'm bad at descriptions, but there's a lot of representation, and the writing is pretty good.
