When it Rains

Chapter three- Liz's POV

~*Chapter 3! Its gonna be a few days in between updates due to school, so don’t kill me yet!* (Pic is of David~

Although the house looked scary from the outside, the inside (where I’m at now) isn’t so bad. First thing when you walk in the door you are in a large foyer, a round table in the middle with a pretty vase filled with tons of flowers, and a mural of a vast field in the middle of the country, no where near here I am sure. To the left is the main living area where a large TV sits on a even larger mantle piece, and almost all of the walls are covered in bookshelves.

I do not really like reading, I prefer TV, David does too. Anyways, to the right is a closed oak door that Tim says leads too his office if I ever need to find him and he is not around, he may be in there. Tim had some work to attend to when we got to the house, so now I am walking around the first floor with David. He’s already pointed out that the bedrooms are on the second floor, but the kitchen, living room, dining room, and library are on the first.

As we go through the house I notice a cross in every room, yet another empty box rattles, this one I have to pause to shake off, “Hey, Liz, you cool little man?” David asks.

“Oh!” I shake my head and smile, “yeah, fine! I just feel a bit hungry… I didn’t really eat at the orphanage before I left.”

David nods, “sorry ‘bout that, the mud sort’a held us up, so we had to turn around and take a different route. Plus Sarah decided to sleep in rather late, why don’t we go make a sandwich, or better yet, see if mom made some afternoon snacks.”

I nod eagerly, and as if to agree I hear my stomach give a wild roar, “please!”

David laughs and flips his hair like he does every few minutes to keep it out of his eyes, “David?”

He looks down at me, “what’s up little man?”

“Why don’t you cut your hair if it’s in your eyes?”

He rubs the slight stubble on his chin and thinks for a moment, “hmm, well, one, it looks cool, two it makes me seem like a rebel at church, and three, the chicks dig it!”

I raise an eyebrow, but don’t question, I sure do have a lot to learn if I am to be like a grown up.  We walk into a gourmet kitchen that was almost the size of the activity room in the orphanage, it’s really big, and everything is so clean I can hardly believe two teenagers and a BABY live here. I understand grown ups since they seem to always want things clean, but wow. The appliances are all shining and the counter top is what Ms. Avery showed me, saying it was marble.  I think I would like to learn how to cook just by being in here!

“Whoa! Everything is so clean!” I gasp, running up to touch a counter.

“Liz, nooooo!” David hollers in a mocking tone.

I stop and look at him, “huh?”

He gave me a deadly serious look, “if you touch the counter with those dirty hands, mother will banish you from the kitchen for a thousand years!”

I froze, “W-what? Th-that’s a real long time!” I stuttered, how could I keep that rule? My hands always manage to get dirty, even when I don’t try!

“It’s a very long time indeed! That’s why-“ David stops when a hand meets the back of his head, “ouch! What was that for?!”

I huff and run to David’s side, putting my hands on my hips and glowering at Sarah, “hey! That wasn’t very nice! He was telling me the rules!”

David snickers at his sister, “ha-ha! I was dear sister! Now, why don’t you run along and play with your Barbie’s?”

Sarah pouts, “Liz, he was teasing you! Don’t take him that seriously, you can touch the counter, just wash your hands before you touch the food.” And with a really mean stare she adds to David, “do not corrupt his mind David, the preist barely accepts you because of our parents, don’t make him like you for fun!” with that, she stomps off.

David lets out a long, exasperated sigh and shuffles his hair, “well, you heard the woman, you can touch the counter, but learn this kid, and learn it well, I am NOT a believer, you can be if you wanna be, but don’t push me into it, another,” he said incredibly monotonely, “less serious thing, DO NOT take me seriously all the time, I tend to be sarcastic and a major jokester.”

He smirks and opens the fridge, taking a big swig of orange juice, some leaking down his face. He wipes it off with another satisfied grin, “now, what do you want for lunch, I actually, not kidding, am a great cook.”

I smile, “I want pizza!”

He laughs evilly and rummages the fridge like a hungry lion would a savannah, taking out everything that I think would be on a pizza. Tomato sauce, cheese, pepperoni, olives and peppers along with a few mushrooms.  After everything is on the counter, he slams to door shut and pulls out some already made dough.

“Alright kid, here’s the deal, mom doesn’t like when I make my own dough, so I had to buy this generic crap, otherwise, we are pretty much all natural-ish. So we need to defreeze that sucker and wait to cook it, so we need to eat now and save pizza for din-din.”

I nodded, “okay! Can we have chips then?”

With a whoop he reached in another cabinit and pulled out some cheetos, “you’re the bomb little man! Now let’s go watch TV and get cheesy fingers!”

~*LOL I think I’m going to have fun with David and Liz^^ vote and comment if you like ><  I also suggest my newest story Beautiful Liars!! <3 Bug*~