Old Drafts

Third Draft

(Note: This third draft is a rewritten continuation from the second one, that's why all this ordering is like this-)

(Zhenya)

It was a weekend today. My dad was out doing some work, Igor was in charge of everything, and I was minding my own business, doodling some characters from my favorite fandoms while listening to music. Then someone knocked on the door.

"Hello?" They called. I peeked through the balcony to see who they were, and what I saw was your average teenage boy. Or at least the kind of average boy I see everyday. He had red hair and wore the usual winter clothing, but the colors he chose seemed very Christmas-y. Either he's very excited for such event right now or he just really wants to look like the current flag of Belarus. I don't know, I just had that feeling he really looked like it. I mean, his scarf looked like the pattern you would see on the side of it, right?

He then noticed me. "Oh hey!" he yelled. He sounded like a nice boy.

"OH HELLO" I shouted back from the balcony. "I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE WHO ARE YOU"

"OH I'M Uhhh..." he replies back. "I'm just an old friend of your brother, Yuriy. You know?"

I don't think Yuriy mentioned anything about having ol- Wait... Those kids from the photo... Maybe...

"Well uh... Come on in!" I nervously stammer to him. So I rush downstairs to the door and I was pretty much interrupted by Igor.

"Aaaand where are do yo think you're going?" he asked, assuming I was going out.

"I-Igor- I-"

And promptly the door opens, and there stands the visitor. He seems happy to meet us, but very much sure he's here for Yuriy, right?

And by coincidence, he comes down.

"What's going on?" he asks.

And the boy immediately rushes to him, hugs him and all that. "R- sorry- YURIY!!!" he yells. "It's good to see you again, big bro!"

"...Big bro?"

"Y-You don't remember?" the red haired boy backs away a little. "I-it's me! You little brother Be- Siarhei! Right?"

There was silence.

"You really don't remember, do you?" the boy, who is apparently named Siarhei, sighed. I didn't know what to do in this situation.

Despite what just happened, we didn't wanna make our visitor's journey a waste. So we brewed some tea and the four of us chatted. Well, it was mostly me, Igor and Siarhei. Yuriy didn't say too much words. But then Siarhei decided that maybe some little talking and walking with him (Yuriy) will help him remember a little, or something? At least Yuriy will be able to get outside more. The only times he ever goes out is if he has to go with us to school or he has to buy some stuff from the nearby grocery store. He accepts it, and they both go out to walk around the neighborhood. Me and Igor say bye, close the door, and have a small chatter with each other.

"You sure you didn't just lead some kidnapper into taking Yuriy or-" he begins.

"Don't say that, you're gonna make me paranoid-"