Lights Off

Chapter 1 Part 7

Packing my bags is the worst part of the whole trip, I just want to push them all in the bag and walk away from this mess. Why can't they be already packed? I climb on the bed and just lay down staring at the white, plain ceiling. The bed sinks to my right; Lyla had sat down.

"I'm tired already", she laughs and leans back.

"I'm not tired, I just don't want to do it", this time both of us laugh getting Carl's attention.

"I work so hard for you, but look at you!", he points an accusing finger at us and crosses his arms.

"You are right, Lyla you make the poor guy work so much. Why are you always like this?", she lets out a gasp and sits down as if I just accused her of murder.

"Me? I was only finishing what you started", she smirks.

"It does not matter who started it, I though you two were mature enough to handle this. How wrong was I", putting his hand on his chest he lets himself fall on the bed.

"We are not mature? Who is the one acting like the aunt that no one wants to see during Thanksgiving?"

"Hey! Now that is offensive", they laugh at my words and give each other knowing looks.

"Remember my aunt from my dad's side? The one with short, red hair?" says Lyla rolling her eyes.

"Is she staying with you guys again?", Carl asks. I have never seen Lyla's aunt, she usually comes for family meetings or holidays such as Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter.

"She called and said she was going to stay with us for the entire month of October", she said elevating her voice trying to give it a dramatic tone earning a chuckle from us.

"Truly terrifying", I agree.

"Please, my aunt is way worst. You tell her Alex", he turns to me and smiles knowing my story.

"She is really creepy, when Carl and I were about seven years old she came over to stay for his birthday, I kid you not I could hear howls and I heard someone growling from her room." Lyla opens her eyes wide and looks at Carl to confirm my story, laughing he nods and she looks back at me still in shock.

"That's why I named her the big bad wolf, as the wolf from the red riding hood", playing with my hands I look up giving her the most serious look I can manage, and that's when Carl jumps at her and she screams, jumping to the other side of the bed. With a high five and big smiles we celebrate her face, just priceless.

"That was not funny", she fights coming closer again.

"Tell me about it, now it is but back then we were just kids that scared us a lot, although now that I think about it, Carl you were making fun of me because I scared but you looked really worried"

"I was a kid too, can't blame me"

"Did we ever find out what the noise was?"

"No, at least that I remember we did not find out"

"And I'm actually kind of glad, some mysteries are better unknown"

"You think?", the questions is more for himself than for me.

"Sure, why else would it be a mystery?"

"Good point"

"I'm always full of them", Lyla starts laughing.

"That sounded so wrong!"

"Because you make it wrong!", I fight laughing back.

"We should really finish packing your all your stuff before your parents call you"

"That makes sense"

Even thought we had so many stuff to pack we got it all inside the suitcases really fast. Two suitcases next to the main door, a messy bed and my friends in the sofa watching one of those shows everybody knows but me, and the same cold feeling from last night.