Not yet world.

chap.2

Seths prov.

As I vape, the loving peppermint from my Mod filling up my room, I hear a faint whisper coming from the room next door. I begin to stand from the edge of my bed, the whisper got louder. Then I open my door and stand in the basement living room. Louder. Waltzing over to the room next door, I grab the cold metal door handle and twist, swinging the door open faster than I intended.

At the same speed the door flew open, Ben was falling over from being heavily startled, knocking liquids and other items over he had spread out around him on his floor in the process.  

" WHAT ARE YOU DOING SETH?!?!?!" Ben exclaimed. Rushing over and slamming the door, almost crushing my face in the process. I heard him mumbling from the other side," You could have knocked..".

Like the smart ass I am, I knocked lightly on the door right after he said that. "What?" Ben asked, obviously sounding annoyed. " I want to know what you were doing" I said in a childish manner, while looking at my feet. He made a overly obnoxious groan before he answered, "I was attempting to do one of my many rituals without being interrupted for once. I obviously failed once again" He said sounding flustered. " O.K grouchy" I exclaimed, then walked back to my cave.

As I entered my room, I instantly noticed Zannon moved from the floor, to my beanbag, clearly awake at this point. I looked up and saw Braxton, Aspin, and Zayle in my room as well now. " How do you guys always manage to get in my room without me noticing..?" I asked, " You don't pay attention. But when you do, you only focus on that one thing, and that one thing only." Aspin said with a mocking tone. "huh" I added.

I looked around the room a bit more and saw, Braxton sitting on my bed with Aspin laying on the other side. Zannon sitting in my beanbag, 'obviously' and Zayle placed in my hanging chair with her knees tucked to her chest with her face in her phone, texting away to who knows who.

Closing the door, I sat on the floor with my legs crossed Indian style.

Over the past few months, I've realized everyone in the house always, ends up in my room, every, or every other day. My room is like a safe haven for them I'm assuming. Everyone of the house comes in my room to talk about everything, no matter the subject. Sometimes I find some of them passed out in my room ' I don't move them' when they've had a stressful day or what not. Or they come in with all of them, or just themselves, and not saying a word to me nor anyone else. But it's ok, I don't really mind anymore.

After we sat in my cave and talked for what seemed like hours, we went upstairs after Braxton asked if I'd cook pasta. " I'd ask Zayle, but she always manages to burn absolutely everything." Braxton said with a chuckle. I gladly obliged then went upstairs.

 It was around 6:30 pm when I started pulling what I needed out for dinner, when Angeline walked though the main door. " Bonjour, Angeline" I greeted her, "how was work ?" I added. " Busy. Very busy" She exclaimed with a small smirk planted on the corner of her lips. Then humbly walked over to the sofa, and took a seat next to Braxton. He instantly wrapped his arm around her.

I always figured those two had feelings for one another, but as far as I know, neither of them have succeeded on, "Sealing the Deal"

'just do it already' I thought. But looked away from the two, continuing on making dinner.

It was not 20 minutes that Angeline has been home, and she has already collected a jar of insects she has found through out the house. She was trying to release them back outside, but Ben kept begging her to give them to him. " I need them!!!" He shouted at her. Angeline just shook her head and tried to tell him why he cant have them. Or at least, why he cant kill them. 

You see, I've known Angeline for just under 4 years. And through out all that time, I have never once seen her kill, hurt, or yell and anything nor anyone. With her exotic long blue hair and half shaved head, many tattoos, and few piercings, people expect her to be some what aggressive. Wrong. She's to kind for that. Despite her appearance, she's perfect. 'make your move already Braxton you hoe 'I thought.

I them continued with my cooking as Angeline walked outside with a mason jar, full of creepy crawlers.