Insanity

Chapter 22: I Think She's Ser-i-ous, Ryder's A Gen-i-us

I'm quite proud of myself about the chapter title, because it is derived from the song 'She's A Genius' by Jet, the first part matches up to the first part of the chapter, and the second part matches to the second part of the chapter. I was even debating splitting it up into two, but I thought that it would suit better if it was all together (mainly because I couldn't figure out where to split it.) So, in other words, it's a SUPER long update!

To the side is what I'm calling 'Dylan's Theme' and it matches this chapter (or the first part anyway) to a fine art. It's called 'Price of Fame' by Submersed and I only just heard it today as I was writing, and it fit perfectly.

Anyway, enjoy, vote, and tell me what you think! I'm sure that you'll have plenty to say :)

 Chapter 22: I Think She’s Ser-i-ous, Ryder’s A Gen-i-us

 

  “So, you really are coming tonight, right?” Ivy asked for the millionth time as she put the last of her books into her locker.

  I sighed in defeat, she had been asking me non-stop since I said it, “Yes, I am, and so are the others.”

  She smiled at me as we started walking towards the doors that lead to home.

  “You promise not to laugh though, right?” She asked, looking up at me with a serious expression.

  “Why would I promise something like that? I’m sure you look adorable in your outfit,” I joked, earning a gentle shove as she shook her head at me, trying not to grin. “But yeah, I promise not to laugh, and I promise not to fall asleep if they ask what 2 + 2 is.”

  She snorted out a laugh, “Thanks, and please don’t let Dylan murder the little ginger kid, he didn’t do anything wrong, but he won’t shut up about what the area of a circle is. He’s obsessed with circles.”

  “Oh wow, at least I know you won’t get the circle question wrong,” I teased.

  She grinned despite trying to push it back, “Okay, goofball, you won, I’ll enjoy tonight.”

  “Good,” I replied as I sideways hugged her as we walked towards the others arguing over who’s house we’re going to.

  We ended up at Dylan’s house, and it was definitely the place I thought it would be, but only on the outside, mainly. The gardens were run down, weeds threatened to swallow the mail box and pavement, and the house needed a new paint job. On the inside it was slightly messy, but the one thing that stood out the most was the cobwebs and dust that caked every surface.

  “Sorry about the mess, but my parents aren’t home very often and no one around here even knows how to use a duster,” Dylan said as he pointed us in the direction of the lounge as he disappeared to- what I assumed was- the kitchen.

  “Well, I suppose it’s not as bad as I thought,” I remarked as I sat down in a couch that almost swallowed me whole.

  “It’s not, once you realise what their home life is actually like. His siblings are at after school care, so we’re alone for now. What surprised me the most when I came here though, was the amount of family pictures,” Ivy said as she sat down next to me, Roman next to her. The couch groaned under our weight.

  I looked around the room, at the pictures she was talking about, and I realised that what she was actually mentioning, was the amount. They decorated every spare inch of surface and every bare inch of wall that wasn’t covered in paintings of landscapes or flowers. It made Dylan seem more like the family oriented guy, instead of the guy who would drown himself in a bottle the first chance he got.