All of the Stars

<Chapter Four>

I woke up the next day to someone repeatedly ringing the doorbell. I angrily threw the blankets away and stomped down the stairs. I pulled the door open to see a concerned looking Oliver, and as soon as he saw me he quickly masked his concern.

"Did I wake you?" He asked, amusement playing on his face.

"What? Pft, no. I've been up for hours. Why aren't you at school?" I asked. He started laughing.

"Schools over, anyway, Mr. Finn's AP History class is taking a field trip to the city Tuesday , and since you weren't there to get a permission slip, I thought I'd bring you one." He said with a shrug.

"Oh, thanks." I said taking it from him.

"Part of me just wanted to use that excuse to see if you were okay." He admitted. I felt my stomach turn. What is he doing?

"Oh, yeah, no I'm fine. I mean, I wasn't but- I'm still kinda not, but I'm better-" I say and then see the confused look on his face from my rambling. "Im fine." I confirm.

"Great. So, you didn't die or anything?" He asked, with a laugh.

I chuckled, "no, I don't believe so."

"Good," he said with a nod. "I better get going, but uh, make sure you tell your mom, she better come pick out her chicken before my dad gives them all away." He said with his million dollar smile. Before getting in his truck and leaving.

Ah, so let me explain, when dad died, it was June, and our neighbors were very fond of him, so when he was in and out of the hospital, everyone was very helpful, and the thanksgiving before he passed, the Peirce's let us pick out a chicken for thanksgiving, and ever since then, its kinda became an annual thing. Which is kinda why I was so surprised Oliver had no clue who I was.

The day carried out as usual, me lounging around alone, waiting for mom to get home, and when she got home was when things started to get unusual. For starters, it was five o'clock, when normally its eight or nine, or anything but five. And then she started cooking dinner. And after dinner she started cleaning, and she would check her phone literally every five minutes. I was so full and tired that I passed out while washing the dishes, she had made me go lay down before I hurt myself. I made snide comment that I wasn't dying, but went and laid down, and I could've swore I heard the doorbell go off, probably an hour later, but I didn't hear any other voices. So I went back to sleep.

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I woke up to loud footsteps, way louder than moms. I looked at the clock, mom's at work anyway. I slowly got up and looked around the room for something that'll do some damage, the only thing I saw was a lamp, so I unplugged it and slowly made my way to the door. The steps seemed to be downstairs now, so I quietly opened my door and creeped down the stairs, and heard the fridge open. I got ready to swing and quietly walked through the archway, and snuck up to him. He had messy hair, and he didn't have shirt on, or shoes, did he sleep in my house? He straighten up and turned around and I guess I was to close because he turned around smack dab into me. Luckily he caught me, and I didn't drop the lamp, but he seemed startled.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" I yelled, he started laughing and the startled expression left his face.

"Relax, I live here." He said smugly.

"The fuck you do." I say sarcastically.

"Your mom didn't tell you? Me and my mom moved in. We came last night, but you were already asleep." He said.

I furrowed my eyebrows trying to remember, "What time did you get here? And you never told me who you are." I said annoyed

"Oh, its me, Kevin, and it was like eight, eight-thirty, Not really sure, I was passed out in the car." He said with a smile.