I arrived home, not expecting the figure I glance at to be there. He begans walking towards me.
He was now just a few meters from me, but I couldn't tell who he was
"Hey, just put the stuff on the ground I don't wanna hurt you or anything" he said in a very low voice. What the hell??
He had his face covered up by a scarf and a hood. I zoned out until a few minutes later I understood the situation. Crap.
"Omg I'm sorry I don't have any money here, I left it at my backpack at my friends house, please don't hurt me!!!" I practically begged. Confusion made its way up to my face when the guy started giggling. He began laughing so hard he put his hands on his stomach, probably hurting from laughter.
That giggle... omg! My eyes widened, and immediately so did his as he saw what was coming.
"ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN WHAT THE HELL!!!!" I screamed as I began to run towards him. His giggle started to fill the room again.
"I'm sorry!!! No tickles please, no tickles, NOOO!!!". I tackled him on the couch and began to tickle him hard. He hates it but I was so frightened just minutes ago, he deserves it.
"I'M SORRY!!" he continues to cry, a big laugh slipping through his lips. I stopped and stand up. "Your brother decided we should go to the game tonight but he wanted to take a shower first, he is upstairs." Ash says still giggling. I shake my head, smiling a little and walking to the kitchen.
Ashton and I have been best friends since I was 6 years old and he was 8. But as my mother got married to Michael's father, we had to move and she forced me to change schools so I went together with my now step-brother. That didn't prevent us from seeing each other almost everyday. I was just surprised he was here because I hadn't expected any visits.
"Would you want something to eat while he is upstairs?" I ask him politely.
"Yeah just the same as always" he says standing up from the couch and joining me in the kitchen. I laugh at his use of words while placing some slices of banana bread on a plate and handing them to him. As he swallowed the bread, I began making coffee for the two of us.
"So... how is school going?" he questioned with a big piece of banana bread in his mouth. I hope he is at least chewing.
"Well, to be honest I'm having trouble in understanding maths" I pout.
"You know I suck at maths. I can't help you, I would ruin you rather than make you improve!" he laughs.
"Yeah..." I sigh, lightly smiling back. As soon as we finish eating Michael's colorful hair pops up in my view.
"We should get going" he states to both of us. He kisses my cheek good bye just like Ashton after him.
"See ya!!" Mikey yells from the door before closing it, leaving me alone.
Well Netflix, its just you and me tonight.
My mum was now probably at some restaurant with Michael's father in a country far away. I put popcorn on the microwave and get upstairs in order to look for my favourite blanket.
At my room, I open my placard but something stopes me. In the window next to the placard, I can see the tall boy from earlier. What is he doing?
