I came home from school, in my red plaid shirt unbuttoned to reveal a gray Ramones band tee underneath, my jeans were a simple skinny black torn around the bottom along with my red converse. My hair was the usual dark brown mop style messy hair, parted to the side. I stood in the doorway and sighed to myself, ignoring the yells from my mom and dad once again, screaming at each other as usual. I looked to my little sister who was crying and frowned before running up the stairs, I’m sick of hearing it. I ran up to my room and slammed the door, locking it as I chucked my bag down and kicked off my shoes. I pressed play on my stereo allowing ‘Of Mice and Men - O.G Loko’ burst through the speakers, before slumping down on my bed, which was a single bed with a simple blue duvet, I stared at the ceiling of my blue room, which had posters over every inch of the wall, as I closed my eyes.
I soon heard my Dad come marching up the stairs. “Here we go..“ I told myself as he began thumping on my door. “Travis Lucas Thomson! Open this door now!” He growled as I laid ignoring him, there was no way I was opening the door. I heard him yell again. “Open this door, now! Or I swear to god! I’ll break it down!” I sat up instantly, shit… Now I was worried. He couldn’t, could he?
The thumps on the door got harder and I heard him beginning to kick. ‘Fuck..’ I whispered to myself as I stood and rushed around grabbing my bag, searching through my drawers for a set of clothes for the next day. I grabbed my guitar and slid it over my shoulders as I opened the window, looking back to see my door shaking from the force my Dad was making. I quickly climbed out on to the porch roof and shut the window behind me.
I turned desperately, looking to the opposite house, the window directly opposite mine, where a blonde haired girl sat in a big shirt with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on and a pair of black shorts, her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, wearing no make up as she sat searching through her computer, her legs crossed as she sat on her bed. That was my best friend, Marty. Martyna Skye Abnett, actually, but she hated her full name. Her porch roof was directly opposite mine just a small jump. That was when I heard the door smash open in my room. “You little shit! Get back here!”
I panicked and ran and jumped across to Marty’s roof as my Dad began to climb out the window, Marty hadn’t even noticed with her headphones in. I began to bang on the window. “Marty! Marty! Open the window!” I begged screaming, she looked up in shock and ran over as my Dad reached the edge of the porch ready to jump over. She quickly opened the window and pulled me inside. I scrambled inside dropping my things and falling to the floor as she slammed the window shut and locked it.
I just lied there, on her floor as she moved to my side. “Travie?” She asked as she knelt next to me and stroked my hair back. “I’m okay.” I mumbled staring at her ceiling, her room had always felt comforting. I knew I was safe here, I looked around seeing the familiar peach coloured curtains, feeling the soft cream carpet underneath me. In the corner of my eye I could see her white double bed, with posts at each end and a peach cover over the top of them. I sighed and closed my eyes turning towards her, needing her comfort.
“Can I stay here tonight?” I mumbled against her stomach, to which she instantly nodded. “I’m not letting you go back there.” She states stubbornly. She was always stubborn, it was one of the best things about her. I smiled softly against her stomach as she stroked my hair. “So.. Pizza? Junk food and movies?” She asked making me nod. “Have I ever told you how great you are?” I teased making her giggle as I pulled away and slowly stood. I watched her as she stood with me and looked to her bed, running and jumping on it, making it wobble a little. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Hey.. Don’t get comfy. Go and make me coffee.” She stated.
I looked to her in shock. “What!? I’m the guest!” I stated, to which she laughed. “Yeah, right.. You are never a guest. You basically live here.” She points out, causing me to tilt my head a little as I leant up on my elbows. “I like it here.” “I know… Now shoo.. I want coffee.” I sighed but silently obeyed as I stood. “Fine but you’re buying the pizza!” I called as I got to her bedroom door, hearing her girly giggle as I walked downstairs to her kitchen, seeing her Mom and Dad. Her mom, Olive, was sitting, reading a new crime novel, which she was obsessed with, she had blonde hair much like Marty’s and make up which complimented her perfectly. She was sat next to Marty’s Dad, Jonathon, was searching through some documents on his iPad as he looked up hearing me.
