Nightmares

3

Blaze was stiff as I pulled away from him completely, smiling at him like nothing happened.

"So? Can I bring Graham, or what?" I pouted. "I can't leave him here alone. Please, Blaze?" I stuck out my bottom lip and blinked innocently into his cold blue eyes with determination, disregarding the need to cower at his look. My eyes can be just as intimidating, but in a totally different way, and he proved my point when I felt his glare slightly falter under my gaze.

He sighed, then frowned grumpily while crossing his arms. "Fine. Just...just make sure he doesn't take a shit in my new house." He mumbled dejectedly, and I smiled broadly at him as he turned towards his house grumpily.

Grabbing Graham's leash, I followed closely behind Blaze, glancing every now and then back at my creepy mansion. I sighed, and right before I could turn back to watch where I was going, I ran right into a brick wall.

Oh, no, it's just Blaze. Who knew someone's back could get that muscular? Or a teenager's anyway...

"Ouch..." I rubbed my throbbing nose, and craned my neck to look up at Blaze. "Why'd you stop?" I asked curiously, with a hint of rudeness in my voice.

"A few rules you must follow, Emery Tucker." He told me. There goes my name again, a name I didn't know he knew. "One, my father likes to be left alone. The polite thing for you to do would be to ignore his existence as much as humanly possible." I furrowed my brows at him, but he continued: "Second, my mother is extremely talkative, so you just sit and listen, smile and nod, and eat whatever she gives you, or I'll get chewed out for it later. 'Oh, baby, why didn't you tell me my cooking is horrible?!'" He mimicked his mother's voice mockingly, then rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Third, and most likely not the final, don't ever hug me again. I mean ever. Well, that is unless someone says they'll kill me if you don't; even then I think I'd rather bite the dust. Got it?" He scolded with tension rushing through his body, and shockingly, no other emotion. He was totally calm, save his angry position.

"Not saying I was trying to make that a daily thing, but how come?" I asked, but he turned around and opened his door without giving me an explanation. How rude.

I followed behind him pouting slightly as he opened his front door wide for us to pass through. He continued to walk without even waiting for me to reach the door first.

"Mom, I'm home!" He shouted. "I brought company."

At this, I heard the pattering of feet running towards us. Out from a doorway came Mrs. Dawnovitz, smiling brightly at me.

"Emery!" She shrieked in delight. "Emery Tucker is your company, Blaze?" She asked cheerfully as Blaze rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Yes, mother. I pretty much ran her over on my board, so I figured I owed the chick." He shrugged, then continued on in the direction Mrs. Dawnovitz came, not before placing a quick kiss on his mom's cheek. I fought the urge to "awe!" at the moment,

"Well, don't just stand there, baby doll, c'mon in!" She smiled lovingly, gesturing for me to follow her through the elegant house.

She took me into the room directly across from the entrance hall, where what looked to be a kitchen was located, It looked pristine too, and that makes sense, considering this place is newly built.

"Would you like anything, hun?" Mrs. Dawnovitz asked with a friendly smile. I merely shook my head, and turned to a bored looking Blaze.

Blaze nodded towards a door in the kitchen, and opened it revealing a staircase. He started up them, but they looked dark, and uninviting, so I hesitated to follow.

"Oh, Emery, those are the steps to his room. They lead directly to it." Mrs. Dawnovitz waved a hand as if to say it was no big deal, so I shrugged and followed behind Blaze obediently.

When I reached his room I was overwhelmed with the color black. How stereotypical of a punk/goth looking kid. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was a wannabe. But, then again, what do I know?

I removed my gaze from his room to look over at him. He was staring intensely out of his window, out to my house.

"Blaze?" Nothing. Not even a twitch. "Uh, Blaze? Blazey? Punk?" Nope. Not a flinch. Once I saw his lips move to mouth soundless words, I started to get freaked out. "Blaze, what the hell?!" I shrieked, walking over to his side, and staring out the window. When I saw what he was looking at, I gasped.

Every window in my house's curtains were wide open, including mine. The only difference was it looked like every curtain except my own was just blowing in some non-existent wind. Mine stayed suspended in air, as if someone were holding it open. I gulped.

"Blaze? W-what's going on?" I stuttered while pulling on his shirt sleeve. He blinked, as if he was snapping out of some weird trance.

"What?" He snapped, avoiding my gaze and walking over to pick up stray clothes from his floor.

"Did- did you see that?" I asked, pointing out his window. It was weird also, because my window is straight across from his. I remember encountering someone yesterday night. Was that him?

"See what?" He questioned indifferently.

"What do you mean 'see what'? You know exactly what I mean!" I exclaimed, eyes frantic, glancing from my curtain which had finally dropped down, to his aloof expression. What the f-?

"Shut up, you're annoying me." He plopped down on his bed, arm over his eyes like he was trying to sleep, and I was interrupting. Oh no. I've dealt with people like this before.

Deciding to catch him off guard, I walked determinedly to his bed, then climbed on top of it with one leg placed by his side, and the other in between his legs. I felt him tense, and watched as he dropped his arm from his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked, trying to sound calm, but I heard unsteadiness in his tone. I smirked.

"Are you gonna talk, punk?" I asked, and loomed over him. "Or should I persuade the answer out of you?" I finished, gently moving my leg towards his jewels.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he sat up. "What the hell? Why is it so important to you?!" He boomed, gripping my shoulders, trying to push me off.

I grit my teeth, knocking away his hands. "Have you forgotten I live in that house, or are you just used to being an a-hole to people?"

His face calmed slightly, but before I could even blink, he flipped me off of him, glaring down at me as he got up and walked to his window. He gazed calmly towards my house, and placed a cautious hand on the window.

"It's haunted."