First Time

Born to raise hell

Chapter 20: Born to raise hell

There was an old bachelor by the name of Griff who lived across the street from Wally's house. Griff was known for his love of appearances. His face was always freshly shaven, his hair slicked back without a hair out of place, his shoes shined, and his clothes perfectly ironed. His home was also considered to be a sight of perfection. The grass and bushes were regularly cut, the windows washed every weekend, and the house painted every four months. Griff's car was no exception to his perfect appearance rule, for every weekend one could spot the red convertible being hand washed. Griff, and everything in his life, was beautiful; which is why it came as a surprise that when he was away for a cruise he allowed his oldest nephew to house sit for him.

His nephew, Randel, was nothing like Griff when it came to appearances; a fact that was immediately known when he parked his old rusted car in Griff's driveway. His car was tiny and cluttered in the back seat with random objects. A window on the right side wouldn't close all the way. One of the tiers looked deflated. There was a crack in the style of a spider web on the windshield, the back bumper was dented, and the side view mirror on the driver's side was attached by duck tape.

The car was a hunk of junk and clearly didn't belong near Griff's home... and for some reason Jenn found it fascinating. She was eager to sketch the image on paper, and planned to do so the minute she reached Wally's house.

Wally opened the door to his home, not bothering to ask who it was knowing it would be Jenn. He smiled. "Hey, babe-"

She walked past him and up the stairs to his room.

He rolled his eyes, figuring she was in artist mode; meaning he would have to really work on acquiring her attention. "It's nice to see you too," he muttered sarcastically, kicking the door closed before following her trail.

When he arrived to his room he found Jenn fishing out an art set she kept hidden under his bed. There were times they would like to spend time together, but not actually together. For occasions like that they each kept something in the others house to entertain themselves with. For Jenn it was her spare art set. For Wally it was a box of things ranging from comic books to video games to DVDs.

He chuckled as she reached under his bed, struggling to reach her kit which he purposefully pushed further back so she would have trouble getting it. It may have been wrong of him, after all he was interfering with her artistic genius, but the view of her rear in the air was well worth it to him.

After getting an eye full he offered to help her and got the kit for her. Her kit was shaped like a briefcase and filled with pencils, paints, erasers, two different sketchbooks, and other items. Once he took hold of the handle he attempted to give it to her, a smile on his face.

She looked at him with a frown, her arms crossed and her foot tapping.

The smile slipped from his face and he looked up at her with guilty eyes. "What?"

"You did that on purpose."

His eyes widened and he put his free hand on his chest. "What? Me? No!"

She smirked a little, too amused to be upset with him and took her kit. "You know I can get even with you, right?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "Do tell."

She turned away from him and settled on his bed which lined up with his window so she could spy on Griff's home and his nephew's car. "I can hide the box of stuff you keep in my closet."

Wally's mood deflated and he settled in besides her. "I thought you were going to say something fun, like sketching me naked so you could secretly check me out."