The Thirty Fifth Guy

Chapter Two

Chapter 2 - Departure & Hello's

Chris' Point Of View

The freezing cold water would have been somewhat refreshing to me if it hadn't been poured from a bucket...onto me...while I was asleep.

"Zach!" I screeched, my hair glued to my face with a watery paste. I wiped the excess water from my eyes and caught a glimpse of his neon orange shirt disapearring around the corner.

I launched up from my sitting position, not caring that I was only in a sports bra and shorts, and chased him through the halls, the sound of our heavy footsteps echoing with each step we took.

I ran full speed down the hardwood stairs, oblivious to the fact that I was dripping clear water all over the stairs, and kept hot on his trail.

He ran out the front door, the door slamming against the doorframe and I heard our mother call out our names and probably some form of scolding, but I was already too far away too hear.

"Zachary Sanders!" I screamed and he didn't turn around.

"What?" He yelled back in an innocent voice.

"I am not afraid to hurt you!" I threatened.

In response, he laughed mockingly at me, not taking my threat seriously.

He slowed down a little as I sped up, and soon I was within distance. I launched myself at his lower legs and we both came tumbling down onto the asphalt. I got it easy, and landed on top of him, but he got the full force.

"Why you littl-"

He was interrupted by a little, gray haired lady, small enough to fit in one of my mother's purses, "Aw, look at you cute lovebirds!"

"Mrs. Nathalie, this is my sister," my brother said trying to keep a straight face.

Me on the other hand, I was laughing uncontrollably.

It didn't help my lack of oxygen when she got a horrified expression on her face and quickly hurried away, walking as fast as her bright pink cane could carry her.

I slapped his arm, "Now she thinks we're insane."

He shrugged, "The whole neighborhood already knows, and we're leaving tomorrow its not like its a big deal."

He did have a point.

I started walking back inside, and just got through the door when Zach grabbed my mouth, his palm covering it, and shoved me roughly into one of our coat closets.

"ZACH!"

"This is for that time that you tackled me!"

"That was because you threw water on me!"

"Have fun in there sis," he called, his voice getting softer and softer as he walked away from the closet.

Huffing, I sat down in the pitch black looking into the oblivion.

***

Three hours later I was sitting in our spacious, neat kitchen with my mother. Our kitchen was the most lived in place in our whole house, and that's saying something. I don't know how we managed, but our kitchen was huge and overly neat, all things were away in cabinets except some minor appliances like the microwave and kettle. The walls were a creamy color, while the furniature was a dark brown color, and the tile floors were a nice shade of white and light pink blended.

"What do you mean your brother locked you in a closet?" My mom asked me that night at dinner.

"I mean, my brother locked me in a closet," I said very slowly, mocking her.