The Average Life of Dan [SAMPLE] [boyxboy]

5: Talk About Perfect Timing

After covertly escaping the school grounds, Noah drove Lexi and me to the Kensington residence. 

 This was mainly because my parents were still away on their business trip, but also due to the fact that I would literally freak out if I was left in my gigantic house all alone...especially after what I'd just gone through.

Yes, I know, I'm totally over-exaggerating this entire situation, but if you were me, and you had a chronic fear of blood – which is called hemophobia, just so you know – you'd freak out, right?

 Exactly.

The car halted in front of the house, and I rushed out, rubbing my arms.

 Even though it was a million degrees outside, I felt like I just swam through the Antarctic...naked.

I raced into the house, immediately rushing up the stairs and planting myself to Lexi's bed. I wrapped my arms around my legs, placing my chin on my knees as I pulled them towards the rest of my body.

 Lexi strolled into the room, probably used to my reactions to experiencing anything closely relating to my many phobias.

Quite simply, I'm a wimp.

 She carried a thick blanket in her hands, quickly wrapping it around my shivering body. The warmth of the blanket soothed me instantly.

"I'll make you some tea, okay?" she whispered, rubbing my arm. I nodded just before she glided out of the room.

 I'm going to be fairly honest with you; the number of times this had happened cannot be counted with three pairs of fingers and feet.

Yes, that's a lot, and yes, I probably sound like I should get some kind of treatment for this, but I already have...but – there's always a 'but' – my parents are on their business trip for work and to get more of my pills.

 Wonderful.

Anyway, back to what I was about to say but really didn't get into it...I'm not necessarily sure why I my reaction to average things are heightened...maybe it's due to the influx of horror movies I watched when I was six, or the fact that I was born premature – suck on that, douchebags.

 Or, maybe this is just a side effect of being so insanely smart. You know, like the side effect of being unbelievably idiotic is somehow having an unlimited amount of courage.

Yeah, that's it; I'm scared of everything that moves because I'm just too smart for you.

 Ha.

I shifted in my spot, trying to get comfortable as I looked around her room.

 Rather obviously, her room wasn't pink. It had been painted light blue, with a few posters stuck onto the walls – most of which consisted of guys who looked like they fell into a puddle of make-up face first.

 A flat-screen TV rested on a mahogany table to my right, equipped with a state-of-the-art surround sound system, as well as a Blu-ray DVD player.

A gigantic cupboard-like structure had been built around said TV, and that had been where all the DVDs, CDs and the whatnot were stored.

 But what I loved most about her room was the fact that it was warm every single day, no matter what time of the year it had been.

And, in case you were wondering; yes, it is due to the fact that she got the air-con, while her football player brother didn't.

 Boom.

Lexi strolled in, carrying a baby-blue cup (hers) and one with a light-bulb painted onto it (guess who?).