Running With Scissors

Chapter Eight

The rest of Saturday passed without further incident, and soon I was waking up to the sounds of a downpouring Sunday. I groaned at the sight of rain splattering on my window, but relished it nonetheless. I loved white noise, rain included.

Just to be sure they'd already left, I pressed my face up against the cool glass, craning my neck as to look at the driveway. Sure enough, they'd both left for work already. Considering it was half past nine, that was a good thing. Normal kids would be upset that their parents worked every day of the week, but seeing as I don't like them very much, I really could care less.

I stepped away from the window, running a hand over my face, then through my hair. Urgh. Yesterday's early wake-up was still affecting me negatively; I felt completely drained.

I stumbled down the stairs, still in nothing but pink panther boxers. My eyes were half-lidded when I shuffled into the kitchen, lighting almost immediately on the refrigerator. As if to agree that this was the first, most important place to go, my stomach rumbled, and who am I to keep one of my own organs from something it wants?

Yanking the fridge door open, I bent over, squinting at the numerous contents the fridge held. However, I didn't get to make my choice because I had yet another scare. Seriously, when would people stop doing this to me?

"For pete's sake, put some goddamn pants on. I do not need to see your pink panther. Ha, that's what she said."

I let out the manliest scream possible, jumping, and, of course, banging my head once again, this time on the fridge. Two times in one weekend? Really!? I held my aching head with one hand, closing the fridge with another. Turning around, I was faced with Percy, who was grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Yesterday it was Tobey, today it's you. When's Gavin getting here? It'll be a record, three people in one weekend." I grumbled sarcastically. Then the doorbell rang. "LET ME THE FUCK IN. I KIDNAPPED THE MIDGET. LET ME IN. IT'S RAINING, I GOT GAVIN, SO LET ME IN!"

I turned to stare at Percy, slowly lifting an eyebrow. She blushed. "So, uh...What would you say if I told you I invited over Tobey and Gavin? Hypothetically, of course. All hypothetical." I facepalmed, walking over to the front door. Upon opening it, I was faced with two more faces, one exhausted and the other completely energetic, both sopping wet. I'm sure you can guess who was who.

Tobey bounced into the living room, chattering a mile a minute. He was holding Gavin bridal-style, and it looked like he'd gladly wrestle out of the stronger boy's grip if he wasn't so tired. I chuckled when I realized Gavin was dressed as poorly as I, though I suppose my boxers beat his sweatpants on the weirdness scale. Both boys were wet, but Tobey was considerably wetter than Gavin. Hm.

Tobey dumped the little guy unceremoniously on the couch, then flopped next to him. "I had to run all the way from my house to his, break into his house-Thank goodness his family was out-Steal him from his bed, explain painstakingly that I wasn't a crazy axe-murderer coming to cut off his head. Then I had to run all the way over here, toting this bag of bricks. Seriously, his skinny little frame is very deceiving."

I made a mock concerned face. "Oh, you poor baby. So, tell me, why are you all over here?" Gavin gave a half-hearted shrug, turning to press his face into one of the couch pillows. Percy, who was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, cleared her throat. "Well, Tobey and I-" Tobey glared at her, "-Right, just me, then. I thought you could use some company, since otherwise you'd just be mopey all day. Tobey said you were a little off yesterday."

I was more than a bit confused. Tobey had been the off one yesterday, given the way he left. What was up here?

Tobey blinked shyly at me before straightening up, rocketing off of the couch. "Right, so, anyway...What're we gonna do today?" I scoffed. "First, I'm grabbing you and Mister Twigs over here a spare change of clothes. You guys look freezing." Gavin sat up, looking indignant. "I'm not cold." He said through chattering teeth. I lifted an eyebrow. "Right."