You're Weird! 🍎🐾

Winter Break

Wally's pov
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    "Uhm...oh! Sure!" I said, though deep down I was a little uncomfortable. Not because barnaby was weird but because I knew It would be awkward. We walked, not saying anything else the entire . "Hold on, I'm just gonna tell my mom where I'll be tonight, give me 10 minutes" I said with a reassuring smile, walking to the front porch of my house while barnaby waited near the mail box "mama!" I called throughout the house, getting a response from down the hall. I walk to her bedroom, giving her a small explanation of where I'd be, when I'd be back, who I'd be with and why I'd be with him. Mom was hesitant, murmuring something in Spanish before she responded with okay. I grabbed a few things like a pair of clothes, hygiene supplies, my inhaler, a post-it note of the house phone's number, my contacts, and my Gameboy. I didn't know what would happen so I just took what I would need for a night.
     I came out of my house only after about 10 minutes, walking up to barnaby with a small smile. I was hesitant to follow barnaby, but I walked with him to his house a couple blocks down. I'd never seen his house but as we walked to the property I saw how... Pretty neglected the house seemed. I didn't say anything though, maybe they didn't have time to tend to the yard or something. But the grass was dead and weeds were all grown over the pavement, the tree was holding on for dear life, there were baby toys scattered around the porch and the single car in the driveway looked pretty beat up. The walls were also pretty beat up, I'd never seen something this nasty, but I didn't talk about it.
     "My dads home, but he's probably sleeping" I heard Barnaby said. I saw barnaby opening the screen door, which was ripped and looked super old. I didn't think much about it but the door was unlocked and I saw a pretty neglected house. I was shocked, though, I saw barnaby just walk in with a pretty normal expression. I followed him inside, the house was one story and fairly small. It was extremely cluttered, I was stumbling around trying to follow barnaby. We passed by the living room and I saw an older man pass out with a beer bottle in his hand. It must've been Barnaby's dad.
    "Come on my rooms down the hall" I nodded to barnaby's words as we walked down the hall, coming to a door with a couple punches through it. My stomach turned at seeing it, I couldn't imagine what would happen behind closed doors. I followed inside, the room seemed much more cleaner than the whole house, with the occasional shirt on the floor or a piece of trash. "I... Uhm" I struggle to think of what to say so I decided maybe I shouldn't say anything at all. I instead sat at the end of the bed, watching barnaby try to find something to do. Eventually barnaby decided to pull a VHS copy of Candyman. I nodded in agreement as he watched barnaby put the tape inside the player, this was actually my favorite movie but I didn't want to acknowledge how much I liked it. I felt barnaby sitting next to me on the bed, we took out shoes off and watched the movie, with a couple flinches from me. No matter how many times I watched it I was always getting jumped scared!
     By 5:30 It was time for me to go home, finally. It was really awkward being with Barnaby, but I could tell the guy was lonely and definitely lived in a pretty neglected place. I decided to call my mom with the number I wrote on the sticky note, I chose to spend the night. And I knew it would be fine since my mom knew barnaby's mom from church. I picked up Barnaby's house phone to dial ours, talking to my mom and negotiating a time, explaining how it was winter break and how boring it would be and yada yada. Eventually, with a bit of bribing I got her to let me spend the night, just secretly comfort barnaby.
      "Well what now" I asked as I entered the room, though, I saw barnaby sleeping. I raised a brow "sheesh, either you were tired or I was on the phone for a while" I murmured to myself. It was surprising to me since I was literally on the phone for no more than ten minutes and because now it's 5'45. But I guess it would save me from an embarrassing day with barnaby. So I went to the bathroom, got into some pyjamas, and brushed my teeth. I wasn't a bad kid, I never wanted to be, but sometimes curiosity gets the best of me you know? I started to rummage around barnaby's room, specifically through barnaby's dresser. The TV was still playing which was good, it covered up my noises. I found a diary and made a quick decision. I put the book in my bag, hiding it under my clothes and zipped it up. It would be too risky to read it while in Barnabys house, so I'd plan to read when I got home. I slipped into the bed with barnaby, trying to keep a distance but in the end I had to lay on barnaby's arms. Which I guess wasn't too bad. It was comfortable, I couldn't deny that. Winter break would be okay I guess.