My Heart Is Spoken For (ON HOLD)

My Heart Is Spoken For - Chapter 2

White Rabbit - Emiliana Torrini, such a cool song! And I love her name...

Chapter 2

Blake's POV

A new home? I could barely believe it.

"A fresh start...for the two of us." My mom tried to reason, and I cringed at the last part. It had once been the three of us but now its two. Mom and I.

I banished the depressing thought with effort. "Where?" I questioned with a grim smile.

"There's this beautiful hous-" and she was off. Her enthusiasm stung me. I knew she's at least was trying to move on. I haven't. It happened four weeks ago, and I try to distract myself as much as possible. "And," mom said with in a stern voice. "You will behave. No going to wild parties. No sleeping with girls. No starting fights. No beer. You hear me?" Wow, she just listed all my favourite distractions!

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"Promise." But going to semi-wild parties. No SLEEPING with girls. I won't start the fights I'm in. Beer? No, just shots of vodka for me then. Promise is a promise...

It turns out mom already owns the house. She has for about a week now, but hasn't had the courage to ask me. I packed my stuff away, and was ready in a hour. We left without saying goodbye to anyone. I had a friend, David, but he was my bothers best friend. He helped me with studying, when I was a straight A student. Now I could care less. Both about the grades and David himself. Maybe mom was right. A fresh start. But in the back of my mind I knew the skeletons in the closet, don't just stay in the closet.

The house is huge. Bigger than our old place was. School had already started for today, so no point me joining now. Mom let me keep my motorbike, probably to use as a threat later. You leave the house right now, I going to sell your bike on Ebay. I rode the bike out of the garage, and onto my new street and into my new town. I sped away, feeling free, and purchased some of the world's best ice cream from a little shop. Well, the best I've ever tried anyway. I looked down at the napkin, it had the waitresses number on it. I put it in my pocket and finished the Strawberry goodness. Yes, strawberry. Everyone goes for the exotic ones, but nothing beats good old strawberry.

I drove around, finding places I might find useful, school- for the times I deicide to attended, I'm smarter than half the school and I haven't picked up a textbook in a month. Library, I'll hide out there during the hours I should of been in school.

Walking in my new home, felt like a betrayal to my old home. I chose from five rooms, I told you the house was big. I couldn't help but feel like I should be fighting for the bigger room with my brother. The three to our two. I packed away some clothes, then looked out my window. I saw to the garage roof below, and I jumped. I fell with thud, then climbed on to the roof. My mom would kill me if she saw me here. I looked out to all the rooftops. The view was unfamiliar to me. I felt a pang of homesickness, but I knew I was under the same sky as my old home and friends. My new friends, of the past four weeks, were barely sober enough to know me.

I heard voices, and looked down over the edge of the roof. My new neighbours are back. A girl, maybe thirteen, with blonde hair that fell in tight ringlets. But the girl with her was about fifteen or sixteen, she looked unlike her. She has dark hair that flowed like seaweed down her back, she laughed with the younger girl like a sister would. She put her arm around her protectively, but they don't look related. They both walked into the house, so I knew they lived together. I shrugged and lay on the roof, and relaxed. I may have even fallen asleep, but woke when I heard someone sigh and then grunt. I couldn't see anyone for this angle. So I just ignored it, probably one of the two girl must have seen me come up. But the foot steps stopped. Then walked back the way they came. "Leaving so soon?" I asked playfully.