When I got home I went straight for the kitchen after tossing my stuff onto the table. I opened the pantry and grabbed a chip bag. "Welcome home" I heard behind me and I turned around. It was my brother Michael. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans. "Hey little dude" I said sliding myself on top of the counter. "Only by a year" he said glaring. I looked at him for a second and then looked back at my chip bag trying to open it.
"How was your-" Micheal tried to say before my chip bag exploded and chip pieces flew everywhere. I looked at him and realized he was staring at me like he just saw a ghost. I broke out laughing and soon enough he joined me.
We were laughing so much that I fell off the counter, which made us laugh even more. Soon enough we died down and everything hurt. I laid in the middle of the kitchen trying to catch my breath. I looked at Michael finally and saw him eating chip pieces that flew over by where he was on the counter.
I stared at him till he finally looked at me. He flicked me off and kept eating. I got up off the floor and grabbed the garbage bin. I started picking up chips off the ground untill I heard a loud thump above me.
"What the hell was that?" Micheal asked looking up. I threw the garbage bin at him and he caught it. "Clean this up. I'll go see" I said and walked out side. Then I saw that guy sitting on my roof.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF MY ROOF!" I yelled. "WHAT ARE YOU YELLING AT" I heard Micheal yell at me from the door. I looked at him then right back up and the guy was gone. "What the.. Ugh." I walked back to my front door "Nothing, Michael" I said pushing passed him.
"What happened?" He asked. "Nothing. Just a squirrel" "Kay" he said back. "I'm gonna go upstairs. Later" I said and went upstairs to my room. I opened my door and saw that guy sitting on my bed. "WH-" I tried to say before he grabbed me and slammed the door shut pinning me on it.
He put both his elbows on each side of my head and stared at me. I stared at him wide eyed. "Tris....." I trailed off. "Your last name is Dowen?" He asked in a flat tone that scared me a little. "Why are you here?" I asked. "Answer my question" he said stepping closer. "Yes" I said trying to make my voice sound clear and not shaky.
"Magica Dowen... Mother died in a car accident with a women named Victoria Rodical..."
"How did you-" He cut me off "Victoria Rodical had a son named Tristan.. Who had a best friend named..." He trailed off "Your staring to freak me out Tristan.." I said trying to slide away from him. "Mal" he said finally. I froze. How did he know all of that. How did he know the nick name my best friend called me.
"Tristan stop your scaring me" I said looking at him with a straight face. "Mal I AM Tristan Rodical. I AM your child hood best friend. IM the one who you left when you moved. IM the one who lost his mother with yours."
I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I felt his arms wrap around me. "Mal I missed you so much.. I thought id never see you again" his voice cracked and he sounded like he was crying. I wrapped my arms around him too. I couldn't believe what was happening..
