Living in Secrets

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

I couldn't believe I was actually flying! I loved the feel of wind in my ebony hair. I saw a fluffy cloud ahead, and I wondered what it would be like to fly through it. I decided there was only one way to find out. I closed my eyes and seconds before I collided with it, I felt myself falling. Before I had time to react, I felt the bed beneath me. My best friend and flatmate was on top of me, bouncing up and down. "Good morning Phil! Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake UP!"

"Dan! Get off me! I'm trying to sleep," I whined.

"I will when you wake up," he stated with no emotion in his voice.

"I am awake! Get off," I whined as I shoved him, causing him to fall on the floor. "Oops, sorry, Dan. Now what do you want? I was asleep."

"I know you were asleep. That's why I wanted you to wake up. I'm hungry. You should make breakfast."

"Make your own breakfast."

Dan frowned, widening his brown eyes into a puppy dog facial expression. "But your pancakes always turn out better than mine."

"We don't have the stuff to make pancakes, remember? I was going to make some yesterday."

"Oh yeah... Hey, you should go shower, you really stink. I think maybe somebody poured tuna juice on your face in an attempt to wake you up. I have no idea who it was. I think it might've been a ghost."

I put on my glasses and sniffed my arm, and sure enough, it smelled like canned tuna. "Why did you pour tuna juice on me while I slept?"

He shrugged. "I didn't sleep at all last night and I ate an entire box of Malteasers. I don't think I'm truly controlling my actions right now."

"Fine. I'll make breakfast," I said slightly irritated. I walked to the kitchen with Dan following me. I pulled the milk out of the fridge, smirked, opened the carton, and poured a little in Dan's brown hair. He immediately karate chopped my hand, sending a full open carton of milk flying all over us and our kitchen. "DAN! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" I yelled, laughing.

"Don't try to blame this on me!" he half-shouted, half-laughed back. "I'm going to go shower. In the meantime, you might want to consider cleaning up all of that milk," he said as he ran into the bathroom before I could object. I whimpered and realized we didn't own a mop. Lovely. Grabbing paper towels, I began soaking up all the milk off of the counters and floor, milk dripping from my ebony hair onto my pale skin.

"Great," I said, talking to the stuffed wombat on top of the fridge. "By the time Dan's done showering, I'm going to smell like tuna fish and sour milk. I guess I might as well eat something." I started to pour a bowl of cereal, but then I realized all our milk is on the floor. I started a batch of coffee, and then opened the fridge. I ultimately decided to make eggs. As I was about to crack the egg, I slipped on milk and fell, cracking the egg on my face. "What a lovely way to start out my day," I said to the wombat with as much sarcasm in my voice as was physically and emotionally possible.

By the time I had finished eating and cleaning up, Dan finished in the shower and came into the kitchen. He started to hug me, but immediately took five steps back. "I was going to apologize, but that can wait until after you shower. Go," he said plugging his nose.

Frowning, I replied, "Do I really smell that bad?"

He apologetically stated, "Yes. But it's completely my fault. Just please go shower."

I didn't argue. I was already becoming nauseous due to my awful stench. Walking to the bathroom, I grabbed a clean towel from the linen closet and locked the bathroom door in case Dan wasn't done messing with me. He isn't usually like this. He must've just been in one of those moods. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I attempted to brush out my matted ebony hair. Giving up, I stared into my own icy blue eyes, pondering where my life would lead me next. Deciding I could no longer procrastinate because the stench of my own disgusting skin was making my eyes water, I stripped and hopped in the shower.

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 I walked into the lounge and saw that Dan was editing a video. Odd. I didn't know he filmed. I sat next to him and that's when I saw. He filmed all those pranks. "Dan! You're horrible," I said pouting.

"I'm sorry Phil. I didn't have a video idea so I just decided to do another prank video... Please don't hate me?"

 I sighed. Of course I couldn't hate Dan. I really couldn't. I looked up and Dan was looking to me for forgiveness. There was something about the look on his face that temporarily left me speechless. So I didn't speak. I just handed him a game controller.

  His face lit up like a Christmas tree. "You're on, Lester!"