I walked into my house to be met with the smell of cooking chicken.
"Dad?"
I called.
"Kitchen."
I dropped my bag down on the floor and walked into the kitchen.
"Smells good."
"I'm glad."
"So guess who's back, Dad?"
I said, straight to the point.
"Who, Walter?"
Little to no care in the world.
"Daniel."
His spoon dropped and landed on the floor.
"Daniel Smith?"
"Yeah."
He turned around to look at me. Suddenly supper interested.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded.
"I'm sure, Dad."
"Are his parents here too?"
"No, he said he moved back with out them."
"Ah, damn. Alright. Call him over! I wanna see how the boy grew up!"
My heart stung suddenly. I realized how, my dad wanted so badly to see him, and how I forgot to get his number.
"Shoot...I forgot to get his number. Let me run down to his place?"
"Yeah, yeah! Hurry up."
He picked up his spoon and swung it at me.
"Go!"
I nodded. Excited to get out of this kitchen, away from him and to Daniel. I pulled open the front door and stepped down the steps, closing the door behind me. I got to the edge of my yard and looked around, which way was his house..?
Left.
I knew it, remembering from this morning. I turned left and walked down the street. Picking up speed- I jogged down the street. I pulled to a stop, around the same area the bus did this morning. I knew for a fact that Daniel's family home from before there move was rented out years ago. So where on Earth did he live? If I could remember right- it was about three houses past the turn.
The house was gray-blue. One window and a single door. I walked up the drive way, past an off white colored car. I tried peeking in through the window, but closed blinds blocked any possible look. I made it to the door and held up my fist, ready to knock, when I stopped.
What if this wasn't Daniel's house? What if it was some pedo's house? Or some old hag ready to hit me with a cane? Or send her pooch at me?
Lost in thought, I stood there like an idiot with my fist raised. Then the door opened. It took me a slight second- before I realized and leaped back. Horror filled my eyes, just to drain away once I realized it was, indeed, Daniel.
His shock disappeared as well, a smile coming to form.
"Hey."
I dropped my arm and smiled back.
"H-Hey."
"What's up?"
He leaned in his doorway, looking me up and down. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and tried to hide it.
"My dad, he.."
Sudden worry overwhelmed Daniel, and he stood up straight.
"What did he do?"
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Daniel? (BoyXBoy)
Teen FictionWalter Carles and Daniel Smith where best child-hood friends. They were always together. Until one summer, when Daniel's father got a promotion, and his whole family moved away. From there friends in Texas, to a new home in New York. That was whe...