Ace tapped on the steering wheel and glanced over. She really goes all out. He smiled slightly, amused that Dawn was out cold. Focusing back on the road, he sighed. Why do I have to be stuck driving?
Pulling up into her driveway, he glanced over at her again. Should I wake her up? He sat there for a few minutes before he made up his mind. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he quietly opened the door and shut it before he made his way around to the other side. Opening the door, he reached over her and unbuckled the seatbelt.
Careful now, he lifted her up before carrying her to the door. Now how to do this? He didn't need to figure out how to open the door, the door opened. His eyes unconsciously looked down before moving back up to her parental figure. Ace smiled sheepishly. "Hello Sir."
If looks could kill. "You have three seconds." Ace gulped, recognizing the tone of his voice. It was the, don't you dare mess with my family or I will kill you, voice.
"Can I take her to her room?" It was stupid to ask when her Father was giving him the look of death, but he couldn't leave now. Not like this.
The burning in her Father's eyes simmered before finally extinguishing. "Take her to bed, and that's it." There was a hint of warning in his voice.
A smile grew on his face. "Yes Sir." He nodded. Her Father stepped to the side, letting him pass. Walking inside and up the steps, he had to be careful to not trip over Jacks and Mittens. "Watch out." He whispered. "Coming through."
The door to her room was open, so he didn't need to worry about opening it. Pausing, he glanced down at her and took a deep breathe. Just a room, relax. Taking a step inside, he slowly walked to her bed and gently lay her down. She looks like an angel, he brushed her hair back before starting out of her room.
Tip toeing down the steps, he once more had to avoid the pet's, whom had made themselves comfortable on the steps. As he passed her Father out the door, he looked up at him. "See, in and out."
Walking to his car, he opened the drivers door and got in. Starting the car, he pulled out of the driveway, and drove on the empty roads. It's so quiet, he switched on the radio but found it didn't help much. Focusing on the road, he gripped the steering wheel. The rest of the drive to his house was tense.
Parking in his driveway, he opened the door, and got out. What a day, he sighed, and made his way to the front door. He opened the door and shut it behind him before making his way to the upstairs bathroom. Switching on the light, he then turned on the sink faucet.
Splashing water into his face, he looked up into the mirror. The teen in the reflection stared back at him with dull grey eyes. His hair, light amber, a copy of his. If only she could see, then maybe, he brushed back his hair, knowing that his wish was a long shot. If only wishes came true.
Grabbing his toothbrush, he wet it under the running water before grabbing the toothpaste and squeezing out a dot of paste. Wishes are only that though. He brushed his teeth. That's why they call them wishes, right? Filling up a glass of water, he took a large sip and swished it around his mouth. Spitting it out, he then wiped his mouth and switched off the lights.
Leaving the bathroom, he then went into his room and collapsed into the bed. Rolling over, he stared up at the ceiling. Why is life so complicated? Closing his eyes, he sighed. Why is my life so complicated?
Opening his eyes, he got under the covers and stared at the ceiling. I can be such an idiot sometimes. He crossed his arms above his head. Always tomorrow, right? A small smile was on his face...
The light was shining in his face. Is it morning? He didn't remember falling asleep. Though I never do, he yawned. Opening his eyes, he sat up in bed and stretched his sore muscles. At least it's break, he smiled, though a part of him wished he had school.
The blankets slipped off his bed as he stood. I'll get that later, he glanced down at the blankets, stepped out of the pile, and yawned again. The aroma of something good made his stomach growl. What's for breakfast? He started downstairs and stopped at the bottom step.
Peeking into the kitchen, he stared. Mom's pancakes, that's rare. Stepping down, he continued spying on his Mom. What happened to put her in a good mood? He wrinkled his nose when he realized she was humming. Who is she, and what has she done with my Mom?
Ace cautiously entered the kitchen. "Hey Mom." He walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. Crouching down, he skimmed over the contents and grabbed the milk carton.
"Ace Johnson, don't you dare drink out of that milk carton!" There goes her good mood.
Putting the milk carton back, he then grabbed the orange juice and stood. "Not thinking about it." He poured himself a glass with one of the cups on the table.
"How was your day out with Dawn?" His Mom asked as she set the table.
He took a sip of the juice. "Horrible." Sitting down at his seat, he looked at the stack of pancakes waiting for him and decided to change the topic. "So what's the occasion now?" Reaching over, he grabbed the maple syrup and poured it on his stack.
"Well, you know how I've been seeing this man?" Unfortunately, yes. Ever since his parents got divorced, his Mom has been going to one guy to the next. What a joy that has been. "Well, he proposed!"
