Haunted House || E.D

[01]

Matthew woke up to a cold rush of water and the sound of people laughing. He groaned running his hands down his face and slowly opened his eyes. He covered his face not wanting to get up out of his now soaked bed and rolled onto his side.

"Ugh, you're so difficult!" Her heard his sister say walking towards him.

The floorboard creak as she got closer to his bed and pulled his blanket off of him. He rolled off the side of his bed and onto the cold hardwood floor.

"Get up or we're going to be late!" She said hitting him with a pillow.

"Wake me up when hell freezes over." He mumbled rolling underneath his bed.

"If you don't get your ass up..."

"Language and Matt get up! You don't want to be late for your first day." Their mother said walking into his room.

"Mommy, have you seen my backpack?" A now seven year old Andy asked.

"Great a family reunion in my room, now all we need is..."

"Will you hurry up, your breakfast is getting cold." His father interrupted.

He groaned and hit the hard floor, "Great, the gangs all here. Now can you all leave."

He heard his door being shut and he silently cheered as he crawled from underneath his bed, almost hitting his head on the frame. Remembering that he had taken a shower the night before, he went over to his closet to get dressed. He put on a pair of basketball shorts and an old shirt, he was going to go for a run before school started. He stuffed a pair of black skinny jeans and a red V-neck shirt, that he got in the 7th grade into his backpack. As he was putting on his shoes, he heard a horn honk twice and he swore underneath his breath.

He went over to his open window, "I'll be right down."

He grabbed his bag and ran out of his room and down the stairs, jumping when he reached the third one from the bottom. He went into the dining room and grabbed a piece of toast off of the table.

"Sit and eat." His father said looking up from the morning paper.

He kissed his mother on the cheek, "Can't I'm late. I'll see you guys later."

Slinging his backpack over his right shoulder and jogged out of the house with the piece of toast hanging from his teeth. He threw his backpack in the back of the truck and climbed into the back seat next to Grayson.

"Took you long enough." Cameron said backing down the driveway.

He took the piece of bread out of his mouth and rested it on his leg as he closed the door or the red pickup truck.

He buckled his seat belt and smiled, "You would have wanted anyways."

"I would've left but Ethan said to wait for you." Cam said looking in the mirror.

"Thanks buddy ol' pal." He said trying not to laugh, making Ethan cringe.

When they were ten years old, Ethan went through a faze where he would call everyone buddy or doll face. All the adults thought it was so adorable but they children thought otherwise and always teased him about it. Especially Matthew and Grayson who never let him live it down, they would bring it up every chance they got.

"I hate you." He mumbled crossing his arms.

"Awe, don't be that way buddy ol' pal. You know you love us." He said with toast in his mouth.

"That's so freaking gross."

"Oh, shut up. You've done worse." He yelled, hitting Ethan on the back of the head.

Ethan rubbed the soar part of his head, "Name one time..."

"Like the time when you..."

"On second thought, don't." He said glaring back at him.

He high-fived Grayson, "Matthew one, Ethan zero."

"Oh, we're keeping score now." Ethan said with a smirk plastered on his face.

"You're just gonna lose know the end." He said trying to sound confident.

He covered his mouth to try to cover up the face that his voice had cracked.
The car fell silent before everyone except for Matt erupted in laughter. He groaned and put in his headphones, blasting whatever song came on. He was tapping his fingers in his leg, drumming along to Little White Lies by One Direction.

E-tee-wee-tee🐨: Ethan-1 Matt-1

He rolled his eyes and looked up to see Ethan smirking towards him.

Matt: I'm still going to win

E-tee-wee-tee🐨: We'll see about that 😏

Matt: If you keep on smirking you're face is going to stick that way.

E-tee-wee-tee🐨: I wouldn't mind, I'd still look pretty good.

Matt: More like a dying cow

He lied, trying to hide the smile on his face. He wouldn't admit it out loud but every time Ethan looked at him it made his stomach do backdrops. He hoped he hadn't made it to obvious because he knew Ethan didn't feel the same way. He sighed and out his phone away in his pocket as Cam pulled into the school's parking lot. He didn't even look back at his friends as he grabbed his backpack and walked through the front doors.

He walked into the gym and tossed his backpack at the bottom of the bleachers. Before school officially started in the morning, they would always hold open gym. This gave him time to practice before the cross country season started. He tightened his shoe laces and turned his music down a bit as he jogged outside towards the student parking lot. He set an alarm on his phone, so he wouldn't be late and began to run around the track.

As he was running his eighth lap around the track, his phone alarm started to go off. He stopped, trying to catch his breath as he checked his timing. He groaned almost throwing his phone on the ground, seeing that his time was slower than last years. He walked back into the gym and into the locker room, to change into his clothes for the day. He wiped his face on the towel that was in his backpack and turned off his music.

He took a drink of water from the water fountain before changing into his jeans and V-neck. He threw his clothes into his old gym locker, that still had his lock on it and went to get his schedule.

"Last name?" Mrs. Jackson's monotone voice dragged on.

"Benson, you've known me since freshman year."

"Ah, here it is." She said handing him that piece of paper.

His first class was English with Mr. Anderson, which was on the third floor. He laughed as he passed a group of freshman trying to make their way up the main flight of stairs. He coutuined to walk down the hall and up the stairs near the art rooms, they were always empty. He made it to his first class and sat down in the back of the room away from everyone. He may have been the star runner in the track team but he hated being the center of attention.

The bell rung and he took out a notebook and a mechanical pencil, to take notes. As the class began to file in, he hoped that no one annoying would sit by him. He heard the chair next to him scrape across the floor as someone sat down in the chair next to him.

"Shit." He whispered as he turned towards the person.

Author's Note:

Sorry I haven't updated in a couple of days, I've been hanging out with my friend who just got out of the hospital. She's doing a lot better not but she's not allowed to be left alone, so I kept her company.