Stand By Me [Fanfic]

The Day Out

I knocked on his door and he answered.

"Tris?" He asked, you could clearly see he had woken up recently.

"Hey" I said.

"What's up?" He asked me, casually leaning against the door post, in boxers and a white tee-shirt.

"I don't know, I was just kinda... Bored" I said.

"Come in" he said realizing he was rude. His house was fairly messy. There were plates and glasses in all different places. Books and papers spread out across tables, and shoes, looked like they were effortlessly kicked off, sitting around the door.

"Did you just wake up?" I asked plopping down on his sofa.

"Yeah a few minutes ago," he said pulling out some Milk out of the fridge and drinking it out of the jug. "but you know my family, they would have gotten me up anyway"

"Where is your family?" I asked.

"I don't know. Town maybe?" He said.

"Oh, they're not home?" I asked.

"Nope" he said. "So what's up?" He asked.

"Not much, I'm just grounded" I said, as he sat down on the sofa by me.

"Then what are you doing here?" Chris asked.

"I'm sure not as hell staying up in my room all day, I didn't even do anything" I said.

"So how are you here then?" He asked me.

"My moms out, Billy's gonna cover for me" I said.

"You know whenever I talk to your brother he just seems like such a wet end, but whenever you talk about he seems like a... Decent brother" Chris said.

"That's because I'm his little sister, he has to be nice to me, but to Vern not so much" I said giggling.

"Oh, that makes sense now" Chris said.

"Yeah" I paused. "He says my parents are splitting up. I can't get it out of my mind" I said.

"Your parents are splitting up?" He asked me, the conversation now more serious.

"Yeah, I mean I didn't even realize. They just kinda always fought, since I could remember. And my dad usually isn't home, he works so much. So I guess it won't seem that different, or at least I'm hoping. But secretly I'm hoping it won't happen at all" I said.

"It probably will. I mean your parents will probably just bitch about the stupidest little things, and one of your parents will probably just get so tired of it, they'll probably just leave." Chris said.

"Not helping Chris" I said. I sighed. "I mean I guess my mom is really sensitive about it."

"Why? What is it?" He asked me.

"Well..." I said.

"Patricia," he warned.

"My mom hit me twice, I didn't really want to bring it up" I said.

"What?" he asked me shocked. "I thought your parents were decent people"

"They are" Is stated

"No way man if they hit you, they're not doing anything right" Chris stated.

"So your parents?" I asked.

"No good" he said. "Mostly my dad, my mom's okay. I mean she gave birth to me, and she tries to stick up for me, but your know my dad, she can't ever get threw to him"

"Oh" I said.

"Was this the first time she hit you?" chris asked.

"Yeah, and it was totally unexpected." I stated. "I just kind of walked in my house and she was upset about how I missed lunch, but she didn't give a shit about Vern, which is unusual" I stated.

"Well, maybe she's just wants to care" Chris suggested.

"Doubt it" I said.

"Maybe she's starting to care because she doesn't want to end up with nothing in the divorce, maybe she wants to make sure she at least has her kid" Chris added.

"Either way, I'm choosing my dad, if I get a choice, and they're is no doubt" I said.

"Why your dad?" Chris asked.

"Because he makes a decent amount of money, and he doesn't care about what I do, I get to make my own choices. He's let me do whatever I want, as long as I don't get arrested, sued, or killed" I explained.

"Oh, well on a lighter note, do you wanna get some food at the diner?" He asked me.

"Yeah sure, let's go" I said getting up.

"Alright let me get dressed" he said running up the stairs.

I fiddled with some knick knacks on the side table, and looked around Chris's house. It was fairly large, the only neat room in his house was the dining room and it was spotless. Nothing was out of place, and I mean nothing.

"Tris?" He asked out loud. "Where did you go?" He asked me.

"Right here" I said walking out of the dining room. 

"What are you doing?" He asked me. 

"Just looking around. Ready?" I asked.

"Yep" he replied, and we walked out of his house.