Door 160B

Chapter 2

Ecclesiastes 3:9-11

9a What profit have workers from their toil?

10 I have seen the business that God has given to mortals to be busied about.

11b God has made everything appropriate to its time, but has put the timeless into their hearts so they cannot find out, from beginning to end, the work which God has done.

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"Aw, beautiful, you flatter me, but let's face it; I am the slyest, most sneakiest creep in the world. So you, and the rest of the human existence, will have to meet me like this every time," Cas put on his trademark cocky-ass smirk that used to give me butterflies, now it makes me want to punch him. I gave him my trademark grin instead of causing a fight as he held the door open for me and I walked in knowing he'd follow me.

There it is the cause of my existence written on one of many exposed beams; written there is The Shelves. Names were etched in the wood of the staircases below the beam. These of real, virtual, or fictional names of people, things, places, or ideas.You see people are like books, they each have a story (life), have characters (friends/connections), and readers (people they tell their story to). See in that sentence the world makes sense, but not really.

The stairs' wood warn smooth by the feet of rebels and revolutionaries, but mostly by teenagers and the like that dwell here. An arm came around my shoulders, pulling me in close to a muscular chest. "Oh, B isn't it good to be back?" Cas asked me while gazing up at the beam.

Feet pounded down the stairs. Those feet belonged to a curvy girl with raven-black hair that shined brown from the golden light emitting from the light bulbs dangling over head. She had gorgeous bronzed skin so unlike mine, and while my eyes were a dull hazel hers were a vibrant deep brown.

"You're back!" Cyn gleefully screamed, bounding further down the stairs.

"I'm back. Where are Will and Dex?" I asked.

Before Cyn could respond said boys walked through the kitchen door. "B, you're back," Will said giving me a hug causing me to be lifted into the air at at least 6 inches, or possibly a foot, but Will was what you'd call a gentle giant. Both Will and Cas when I first met them had buzzcuts; now over these last few years their hair has grown so much that it often got into their eyes. Although while Will's was a dark-chocolate brown with a slight curl, Cas had dark honey blonde hair that was pin straight.

Will was the tallest of the 3 boys, but where he was tall, he was also lanky unlike Dex's broad build at 6'2". He had chest-nut brown hair with peicing green eyes that bore into you. Cas was the shortest by a 2 inches; who was the sneakiest out of all of us. He was broad, but not. He was lean, but not. His body made to be agile and lithe. He was like a snake slithering in the night.

"I'm starved. Do we have any food?" Cyn asked to no one in particular. Looking into the boys' eyes with the only hope.

"D, do you honestly you're always hungry" Cas looked at her with mock judgement in his eyes. She started to grin and waltzed over to him. The rest of us watched as she did her thing on him. Their eyes immensely focused on each other. We all started to snicker, though, as she snuck her hand into the inner pocket of his jacket to pull out a paper bag. She wrapped her arms around his waist passing me the bag where I stood slightly behind Cas.

I opened the bag and Will piered over my shoulder to look in as well. Cas didn't notice as Cyn's hands were making their way from his waist to shoulders. I looked into the bag and squealed for joy on the inside as I dropped my hand in only to pull out a zeppole and showed her as she piered over his shoulder and smiled. But before she had one I knew she would bring Cas back down to Earth, She then leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Gotcha."