Finding Home

Chapter five - Finding school, sadly

Photo: Beckett Anderson - Colton Haynes

(I know, I know - he is so good looking it isn't fair)

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The first day of school crept up quicker than ever, time over the last week flew between keeping up with the job, hanging out with Adam and Charlie, and meeting Beckett every day at four o'clock at The Lac.

The day before school, the first day of school, my dad had thought it would be a good idea to go rock climbing, and I don't mean indoors with instructors and safety devices. Nope. I mean outdoors on the cliff of a mountain no safety harness, rock climbing. And, well, you can probably presume it didn't end well. Thus why I spent the entire night before the first day of school at the hospital while my dad got his arm casted.

"I told you it was a stupid idea," I mutter under my breath as we leave the hospital at four in the morning.

"Yes, you did." My dad responds, still grinning - possibly from the amount of pain meds they gave him. "But if I listened every single time you said something was a stupid idea, where would that leave us?"

"Safe. Un-injured." I quickly retort, opening the driver's side door of my dad's car. I quickly hop in and buckle my seat belt. I even have the car started before I realize my dad isn't in the car with me. I roll my eyes before looking over at him through the window and give him a 'what' look. He raises his eyebrows at me then motions to his newly casted arm and then the door. Guilt washes over me and I quickly open the door for him. "Sorry." I apologize sheepishly.

He waves off my apology with a chuckle before responding to my previous statement. "Okay, that may be true but where is the adventure in just doing nothing? Where's the fun? The excitement?"

"I get excited when the microwave is finished, that isn't dangerous." My dad is silent for a few minutes as I pull out of the parking lot and make our way back to the house. I can feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.

"Seriously?" He questions in a disbelieving tone.

"Yep. It's quite thrilling." I remark with a smirk.

"Fatty," He mutters under his breath. "Well, ignoring that stupid statement, if I listened every time you said something was a stupid idea, we would be living boring, un-eventful lives. And what is the point of living if you are not having fun? I mean, a baby bird is safe in it's nest but if it just stays there the rest of it's little bird life, not only will it probably die, but it wont be fulfilling it's duty. It wont ever be able to fly." Despite my dad never attending a university or even college he is quite the wise and intelligent man. Always coming up with these great philosophical meanings and sayings. He never fails to inspire me no matter how cheesy he may be.

"Fine, I see your point." I sigh in defeat just as I turn onto our street. I can't help but look at Beckett's house curiously, though no one in their right mind would be awake at this time. His house is one of the larger one's on the street, it is two story part-brick, part-tan panel. It has the garage, driveway and picket fence of any normal household. But what makes me curious is the fountain on his front lawn. It isn't hooked up to anything, I've never seen it spew water, and it looks to be about thirty years old. It doesn't make sense why a house this beautiful would have such a run-down thing on display.

It is almost five in the morning when I finally collapse into bed. Great, get an hour and a half sleep until I have to be at school. And there is no way my dad would let me skip the first day of school, even if it is all his fault why I am getting such little sleep. I don't realize I have fallen asleep until the sound of my alarm scares the crap out of me. I groan and roll over trying to ignore the stupid sound. I have not slept. That was a nap. I cannot function on this little of sleep. This isn't normal.