What Was Always Mine

Chapter 2

Eon's POV
It's day 21 since Joshua moved out of the house next to mine and 21 days since I've had a peaceful night's sleep. It was always him whom I turned to when I had basically anything to share. We were buddies since childhood, brought together by our parents trying to save us from being lonely in preschool. My parents once took me over to his place for a "play date" so that I could finally make a friend and since then we had remained friends and partners in almost everything. Things have changed a lot since that day though, we grew up, he became more popular, and I turned into an even more of an introvert than I was before. Not that I was ashamed of being an introvert. But he doesn't live next to the house we made so many memories in anymore and I have no clue what to think or do about it.

Shaking all the thoughts away, I walk towards the window and open the curtains to let the sunshine in. However, what catches my eye is someone sneaking inside the treehouse.

Not wanting to let anyone inside that sacred space of mine, I quickly rush towards the treehouse forgetting that I was still in my nightwear. I had clearly only acted on impulse and hadn't thought this through.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing!?" I say to the person inside the treehouse from the vanity of my backyard giving him the advantage of the height.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" A smirking face retorts back with its own question. I don't miss the shine in his eyes though—the one people display when they know they're annoying you.
"Well whatever you think you're doing has got to stop. This is my treehouse and no one goes in it without my permission" I reply back and begin to climb the ladder.
"That's a lot of sass coming from the person who's got barely any clothes on."

How dare he?! But before I could come up with a reply, his identical twin was already walking towards us and I didn't have the energy to deal with two jackasses this early in the morning. I probably looked like an old grandpa with a scowl on his face.

"Oh, I didn't know you had company, Will."
"He doesn't" I said just as Will said, "the best in the world, Ian."
"Okay whoa. I sense some tension here. Why don't you two come back down so that we can have a normal conversation that doesn't involve passive aggressiveness."
Okay. Now this was getting too much too fast. I turned too quickly to say "He should've thought of that before invading my—

But before I knew it I was on top of Will and his hands were all over my hips and waist. I had never been comfortable with physical touch except maybe Joshua's which now that I look back explains why I punched the hell out of him and then passed out.

The next thing I remember is waking up in a once familiar house and three people looking down at me having conversations of their own.

Woman: what did you do to get punched so bad? Ah well knowing you, you probably deserved it
Will: Wow mom thanks for the vote of confidence.
Ian: He was sneaking around the treehouse between the compounds
Will: I was not! Do you think she's alright? What made her pass out though? She threw a really mean punch. I can't feel my face.
Ian: maybe you being all over her scared—
Me: ahem ahem
Ian: oh she lives!
Mrs. Walters: go get some water, Ian. Are you okay, darling?
Me: yes, ma'am.
I was getting queasy by the intensity of Will's stare
Mrs. Walters: Just call me Martha, darling. Is anyone at home whom I can call?
Me: wow how did that come out of this?! No ma'am, I mean, Martha, my parents are out of town. But I can see myself home, thank you so much, and um sorry for the bruise Will.
Martha: oh he deserved it alright. Which is why he's coming to drop you home.