Blank canvas Brick wall

20 questions and a ton of butter

Pov: Walker

We pull up in my driveway, and I am both anxious and unwilling to leave. We mumble goodbyes and I leave the car, briskly walking the small distance between there and the front door. Silently I go straight upstairs to my room, almost tripping on a few steps. I drop my bag at the foot of my bed and stealthily peak through the curtains; watching the little blue car leave. I flop onto the middle of my bed, looking up at the ceiling, feeling wired and not in anyway able to fall asleep. So I thought about things. I thought about the fact that I had thought I knew the people around me. I thought that observation warranted the belief that I knew everything.

But I didn't. And I don't now. And quite frankly that pisses me off.

This was my thing. Other people had their things; mine was knowledge through observation. But I wasn't even good at it. I just made assumptions and called them the truth, because I believed them to be. I wasn't even good at my thing. That also pisses me off. So for a while I just wallowed in the forming puddle of anger and self pity. And refused to go to sleep despite the growing fuzzy feeling my body was giving to my brain.

But then I thought back. Sami James...Maybe it isn't so bad to have been wrong...

~~~

This morning I was woke up in the most pleasant way.

There is sarcasm in that sentence. You can't hear it. But it's there.

No, this morning I didn't wake up on routine. Which meant I was woke up by my dad, who was hobbling around putting his pants on.

He said something like "Damn it, Walker. You were supposed to wake me up.", this was after he had slammed my door open with his head. Naturally. I did tell you he was hobbling to put his pants on. You see my dad has to be promptly at his job, he was either to be there earlier or on time. Today I wasn't sure if he could make it.

He's a cop. Not a patrol cop or sheriff or one of the cool ones, like on SVU or Criminal Minds. No, he was one of the ones that stand in the courts. Safe to say, I wouldn't be telling him about the little incident last night.

I sit in my bed for about a minute till it registers to me that I am going to be late. I bolt up grab random clothes from my closet and do the exact same thing I just saw my dad do. I hobble out to the landing and see my dad making his way down the stairs, one pant leg pulled up. How in the hell did he not kill himself. Yeah, I thought to my self, not gonna do that. I finished putting my pants on and was speedily walking down the stairs, when the door bell rang.

Damned mail people why do you have to come when I am late. I step off the last step and grab the door handle, not even thinking before opening.

The cool dampness of the morning hits me in the chest. I am shirtless. And that is not the mail man. Nope.

"Um, I was wondering if you wanted a lift to school today." Sami said glancing at her car, seemingly trying to look anywhere but directly at my pale chest.

"Uh, yeah, thanks. That would be awesome. You should come in, I'm not done yet." I moved over so she could walk past me, then closed the door. I pointed behind her, "The living room's over there, you can watch T.V. if you want." then realizing the danger of her being here I said,"I'm sorry in advance for all embarrassing or awkward things my dad may say if he finds you." Giving a sheepish grin, that felt really awkward, I dipped my head and turned toward the kitchen on the other side of the house. On the way I pull my shirt over my head, to avoid anymore awkward shirtless run ins. I walk into the large kitchen that would look like a chefs, that is if it didn't also look like the Tasmanian Devil had taken a tour of it. I look at my father, who to my horror has already found our surprise guest.