Making Friends...

Chapter six, Hunter

I woke up the nest morning to a sticky note stuck to my forehead and a certain someone loudly playing music in the room beside mine.

I groaned and took the note off of my forehead, flipping it around to read it I saw that it was from Remington.

"Sorry for leaving you but the girls wanted to go out
one last time before we have to leave for tour.

Hope you can forgive us because Noah is staying home
for the day and we're not going to be home until some time
tomorrow.
~Remington (and Sebastian but I wrote the note)

I groaned, crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash can before leaving my room not bothering to put a shirt on, this is my house I can do what I want.

I padded down the stairs and went to the kitchen, made a coffee and sat down at the counter. I heard foot steps and someone sigh "morning asshole" I rolled my eyes and didn't reply "wow, going back to not talking are we? Thank god, your voice was starting to get annoying" Noah said and set a mug on the counter.

I scoffed "no, I'm still talking. It would be great it you would though, I can smell your breath from here" I said and took another sip of my coffee. "Fuck you Emerson" Noah said with venom laced in his voice "you wish" I said and got up from the stool I was sitting on.

I walked out of the kitchen making sure to move my hips a bit just to piss him off a bit more.

Not another word was spoken as I left.

I went back to my room and sat down at my desk. Looking at my clock as I reached for my pencil I saw that it was already eleven thirty. I really gotta start getting up earlier, ha! Sorry that was a joke I need my beauty sleep, you don't look this good from getting up early.

I turned my music on and drew, my mind, and the world as I saw it.

A few hours later I had drawn a riot it looked like, people against people fighting with torches and pitch forks, the only thing was that the one group of people looked like monsters, not ones from mythology or ones that you would find under your bed (aka Remington) but the first group of people mirrored and turned into monsters. Their inner monster, the things they know they are but don't believe they are and some of them looked sad, as if they knew they were monsters or that they had monsters in them and were tired of fighting them.

I sighed and glanced at the clock again after turning my music off and setting my sketch aside. The clock read 4:17pm, man I drew for a long time.

I got up and walked down stairs and through the living room to get to the kitchen but stopped when I saw Noah sitting on the couch with another person, I could tell that it was a guy from the shaggy brown hair that looked like it hadn't been washed or brushed in days (I'm not judging, mine looks the same only longer) , the blue pants that looked as though they had been tossed into a pit of spiky gears and the fairly new looking muddy sneakers that were propped up on the coffee table which were in fact leaving a dusting of dried up mud on one of our rocksound magazines that had us on the cover.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the side of the couch that Noah and his friend were sitting on. I crossed my arms and cleared my throat making the two stop laughing at a stupid joke and look up at me. Noah glared and his friends face went from a frown to a smile after seeing me. "I don't remember you asking if your friend here could come over" I said sternly, god I was starting to sound like mom.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had to ask mother" Noah replied sarcastically while rolling his eyes. I scoffed "don't call me that, and you don't it would just be nice to know when your inviting your shitty friends over to my house" I said uncrossing my arms and putting them on my hips, ugh I'm starting to look like mom too, but she usually has a shirt on so. "Your house? I thought it was our house now, you know because I live here and help pay bills and all that fun stuff now" Noah replied making me snort.