Welcome to Heaven (w2h)

Part Seven

The bright beams of light shined down upon the carpeted floor, flourishing the colors of the floor as dapples grays hinted with a gentle gold. Although there were multitudes of particular black toned clothing that belonged to the fake blonded boy, obvious that he never truly liked wearing short sleeved shirts by the display given, it wouldn't kill to have a little more of a fashion sense for once. The item, as said before, reflected the beams of sunlight into my face, practically blinding me. While I have no explaination of why exactly it didn't just go through me, it was pretty nice that it made me feel... Warm from the rays. The item itself seemed to me a kitchen utensil, one of sharped ends and a blunt base of a certain type of polished spruce wood to be held easier.
A knife. More importantly, a very sharp knife, easier to help cut any kind of item that needed to be sliced up. For an example, skin. I glanced back at the sorrowful boy, guilt stained his baby blue eyes that held the atmosphere and his brows furrowed in slight worry for his own safety from his parents finding out what I had just witnessed. Scooting off of the mattress and eyeing the object of Jonathan's certain desire, I pick the knife up and quickly opened up the nearest window I could find. It was an instinct of mine to just throw it as far as possible away from him, so that is what I did.
It lands in the lengthy grasses, hidden from the view of the window and I shut the glass window abruptly. The dog, shaking it's shiny chestnut and creamy white fur when he stood up, yipped at my action, which made me feel slightly better about the situation. There were no words, however I could tell from Jon's looks that he really did not like what I just did but I hope he knows what I did was for the best. There was a linger of the possibility that I could tell his parents about it, but I decided against it. It was easy to tell that if the item was spoken of to them, they would flip and possibly hurt Jonathan more than he already was hurt. Suddenly, the boy in question horsely asked, "why did you... Do that?" In all honesty, I truly didn't know, so I merely responded with a quick, " it's better to let things go if someone makes it happen." Jonathan seemed to chuckle grimly, "what the hell kind of advice is that?"
Like I said, I truly didn't know. Letting out an awkward laugh, I sit myself down in the mattress once more and ran my slender digits through the velvety yet rough fur on Napoleon's head. He only nestled against me and plopped himself into my lap, which made Jonathan slightly smile. Though I would never admit it, my counterpart is rather adorable. But also a major dork by anyone's standards. You could clearly see the many band and geek shirts he had laying around. I wish I could have counted them all, but I clearly didn't have enough time for it.
I started to fidget with the fur of the dog in my lap, my eyes traveling around the room once more like I did when I entered the room. There on the dresser was a propped up photo of Jonathan and... An old friend of mine. She looked different now, her hair was cut short and dyed with aqua at the tips and she wore a similar band shirt to my counterpart. There, drawn on the photo, laid the words "Best Concert Ever! February 6th 2014".
It was Jojo.