Little Lockwood

1.0 New Kid On The Block

"Bonnie why are you making me do this again?" He asked cleaning the streaks of his glasses with his grey long sleeve shirt.

"Because you an Jeremy still havn't really talked at all since the funeral an it's not healthy for a friendship." The young african american girl said keeping her focus on the road as she drove to the Gilbert's. Not without having to occasionaly blow or tuck loose strands of her black curly hair behind her ear.

"Hey it's not from a lack of trying. He's been so caught up in getting high that he's pushed away any parts of his old life. Me included. " Linkin sighed. "Plus if dad even thinks im doing drugs it wouldn't end well." He said almost shaking at the thought. He had to readjust his seatbelt again because it kept clinging on his bandaged shoulder hidden under his long sleeve. He's lucky he washed his clothes yesterday or he wouldn't even know how to hide the bruises an gash littering his skin.

"Speaking of." Bonnie spoke noticing Linkin constantly fiddling with his belt. "You were saying things were going better at home." She said as more a question.

Linkin instantly stopped touching the belt an let out a deep sigh. "Yair." He kept his eyes forward.

"What happend to your shoulder?" She asked, giving her firend a quick look before turning back to the road.

"I just ran into the wall opening in the dinning room." He said trying to keep his voice normal.

They hit a red light so she took the opportunity to turn an look directly his face. With a 'you really expect me to believe that.' Expression plastered on her own.

"Bonn I swear, I ran into the wall. I was looking at my new art book and didn't see it." He elaborated but she still kept her deadpanned look.
"Come on, you know that I basically have tunnel vision. I literally ran into a chair at Grams a week ago an feel flat on my face, all because I was trying to read a tea leaf in the bottom of my mug." He added, the ghost of a smile on his lips. He remebered how he made the older woman jump so high she thought she was levitating.

As his eyes met the girls Bonnie just stared into his intently, almost glairing. That was until the sound of a car horn made them both jump in there seats in shock. Bonnie saw the light was green an stared driving again.

It took Linkin a second to realise what she was doing, trying to do. "Where you seriously trying to read my mind?" He asked a little suprised.

"Grams said we are psychic." She added going along with the change of subject.

"Ah actually, she said you were psychic an I was and I quote "are something magically adept. But it's been locked away an only you have the key my little sponge"." He said doing his best impersonation of Shelia Bennett. The pair just went dead silent, only to burst out into laughter.

It was another few minutes of driving that gave them time to collect themselves before they pulled up to the Gilbert residents.

"I'll call Elena." Linkin said going to grab his phone.

"Nope, we're going in." Bonnie said with an evil grin before swifly unbuckeling her belt an jumping out the car before he could protest.

Bonnie seemed to be at lightning speed because by the time he turned his head to face the white painted two story house. Said girl had already scaled the stairs of the front porch and nocked on the door.

"Why the hell dose she do this to me." He mentally winned as the youngest Gilbert opened his front door coming face to face with his sisters friend.

Linkin saw the two talking before Jeremys face looked over the Bennett girls shoulder to see Linkins head dive down right into the dash board. The youngest Lockwood saw stars as he put his glasses back on before quickly and painfully pretending to rummage through his bag at his feet. All be it trying to not look conspicuous.