I hope you guys don't mind the short chapters... :)
~Cindy~
Apparently, that trip to the cave took longer than I had expected. When I came home, my brother was lying down lazily on our green, seaweed sofa. He looked at me then at the beige kitchen door where I knew Mom would be and shook his head. I gave him a don't-you-make-me-guilty look and walked over to him and hit his leg jokingly, "Scooch over, you're too fat for this sofa."
Alex punched my shoulder softly and laughed, "No way, get your own spot. I'm comfortable."
I threw my bag on the other, smaller, sofa and walked over to it. Alex looked at me strangely and said, "That's a first." When he looked back at the Tv I ran over to him and pounced, "Huff!"
I wasn't very tall for a 16 year-old, or heavy, so I knew that I wouldn't do much damage on his big, muscular body. It was mostly our woody center table that took all the damage, and his small toe on his right foot. "Why'd you do that?!" He asked while he pulled up his foot to soother his throbbing little toe. I pulled a baby face and asked his sweetly "Awww, did Alexie get hurt?"
Alex put one on too and pretended to cry, "Mommy! Cindy's hurting meee!" Once he put his foot back down I laid on his big, beefy arms and nudged them with my hand so he would make space. He rolled his eyes and made a hole in between his body and the couch. I asked him, "Was mom mad?"
"Damn right. I almost called the police." I looked at Mom standing in the kitchen's doorway. She had a big goofy smile on her face and I asked pretending to be annoyed, "Dad got transferred didn't he?"
She sighed happily and shrugged, "It was going to be a surprise, but I guess your second sofa there," she indicated Alex with her head, "Already told you."
Alex responded indignated, "I was just trying to get her to leave me alone, now I've become her sofa, I have nothing to do with it." I poked him on the ribcage with my elbow, "Yes you did. That was the first thing you said."
He poked me back and said, "Did not."
"Did to."
"Did not."
"Did to."
"Did not."
"Did to."
"Cut it out you two. You look like toddlers fighting for a lollipop." Mom interrupted our poking/blaming tournament. She went back in the kitchen and Alex and I kept making weird faces at each other. "What time is it anyways?"
"Around nine." Alex answered. I had left the house in order to do homework outside, where it was slightly cooler than inside our house, once I had finished I had seen a cave not too far from the place I always went. I had seen something move, but thinking about it now, it might have just been a fish. But the setting was too strange, everything was so perfect, the entrance was round with jagged pieces of stalagtites that were rounded at the tip. Once inside, there was a piece of land that you could walk around in, the rest of it was a little pool of fresh water. Not too cold, not too warm. The sun shone on the pool directly at an angle that made the person standing on the outside not able to see what was underneath the water, only the part that reached up to where you could walk was visible. It had very fine-looking sand. I had reached into my purse, taking out my special white chalk, too curious of the bubbles rising to the surface from where I had seen a figure, maybe a person, and left a message. I had gone out from our house six hours before, and my homework had taken up about three hours... It seemed like I was only in the small cave for five minutes, but had ended up coming back at nine.
