It Can't Rain On Planet Crayne

• Chapter One: Mistaken Break-In •

• Chapter One: The Mistaken Break-In •

          "Damn, I'm so glad schools finally over." I breathed out heavily. My best friend, Logan, cleared the last few cement steps that connected to the school in seconds. He landed with a skit on the pavement. I laughed and fake congratulated him. He was the kind of guy who thought he was the coolest thing ever.

"Same. My girlfriend's probably lonely without me." He sighed as we walked over to the bike rack. I began punching in my combination and working on untangling the green BMX bike my parents had bought me for Christmas.

"Dude, you don't have a girlfriend." I finally got it out and, after stuffing the lock in my pocket, I hopped on. Logan ran after me, panting. I sighed a little; I wasn't even going that fast.

"I was talking about my PlayStation. Duh."

Logan picked up his pace and for a second he was right beside me. I laughed at his struggle. Logan was a short guy, kind of pudgy too. I couldn't blame him though, his mom made the best pie. He had dirty blonde hair that was always kind of greasy, but who really cared?

We were halfway up the street where it parted in two directions. Logan lived up the other way and my route took me in the opposite direction.

"Have fun with your girlfriend Lo." I winked to him; he scoffed and began walking away.

At the last second he turned and yelled. "You know I will!"

I smiled to myself, picking up speed. I guess I couldn't really make fun of him; I was going home to do the same thing. My parents had pretty well spoiled me my entire life, being an only child had its benefits.

I turned into my driveway and waved quickly to Mrs. Benson, our elderly neighbor who was watering her Apple Tree. I couldn't understand why she had to do that though, it rained here more than anything else.

I got off my bike and hooked it up in the shed we had in our front yard, off to the side. I grumbled under my breath as I walked to the front door. Our house was the color of a clementine and the joke of practically the whole neighborhood. My mom was such a weirdo.

I pushed open the screen door and peered inside. The house was unlocked, like it usually was, but nobody seemed to be home.

"Sweet." I said aloud, slipping off my shoes and heading into the kitchen for some food. I grabbed a soda and the last of the chips. Technically I wasn't allowed to play video games during the week, but who could tell me no when nobody was home?

I strolled down the hall of our comfy three bedroom flat. I passed the bathroom and turned into my room. It was pretty clean, for a teenage boy. Other than the odd pair of boxers and empty food bag, I was pretty neat.

I sunk into my beanbag chair and switched on my TV. It buzzed a little and turned on to a random channel.

"But Toby, we're meant to be--"

I switched to my PlayStation. No way did I want to watch some stupid chick movie, why were they so stupid anyway? I didn't think girls were really that different than guys so why did they want to watch that crap?

I stopped myself from thinking about it anymore and focused on Tomb Raider, and Lara Crofts boobs. I never understood why they had to give her such big ones, but hey, who's complaining? I sighed and began where I'd left off.

"Dammit." I cursed after discovering I'd forgot to save. At least I wasn't back at the start, that'd piss me off something terrible.

Suddenly there was a thump from the basement. I grumbled. it was probably the stupid cat mom had insisted we needed, although I still didn't consider the little brat part of our family. I paused the game and drug myself over to the basement door. Mom would kill me if she knew I let that thing die or something.