terrible things e.s.

1 eyeliner

On the night my fifteenth birthday, my neighbor, and seemingly best friend, crawled through the window of my bedroom and sat down on the foot of my bed. Now, there is something you must know about Teddy: he is a science experiment. He lets people pour information into him and he lets it bubble and boil until BAM! A colorful blue-green acidic explosion is splattered all over you and since you're the only one there to do it, your stuck cleaning up the mess that is Teddy. So, needless to say, I wasn't exactly surprised when he tapped on my shoulder at three thirty-four in the morning, mind you, begging me to wake up; he did this a couple times a month.

"What is it, Ed?" He was shaking with nervous energy and excitement and at the time it concerned me because, usually, he was kind of quiet and was only looking for a shoulder to cry on.

"Lets go on an adventure!" He was dressed like a wannabe-ninja: dark jeans, black sweater, navy blue beanie situated on top of his messy orange fringe, and I'm pretty sure he had on some of his moms eyeliner, but I didn't want to ask.

"Hey, keep it down," my hoarse sleep-laced voice whispered, "What are you on about?"

"Come on, Rory, please? I have the whole night planned out and without you, it will not be possible and my whole life could end." He grabbed my hands in his cold, pale ones as he spoke dramatically.

I thought it over and, well, why not? I mean, sure, it was early into the morning and, okay, it was probably cold outside and, yeah, the whole thing was probably crazy, but I slipped out of the warmth of my comforter anyway.

Teddy and I had been neighbors for about two years and we had become pretty close, so I didn't hesitate stripping of my Hello Kitty fluffy PJs in front of him. I pulled on some black jeans, with much struggle, and a plain black long sleeved shirt. He was dressed like a ninja, so I felt the need to do so as well. I slipped on some shoes and pulled my hair into a loose tail at the back of my head.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yep! Lets go." Teddy slipped out my window again and I followed in suit. The drop to the bottom was only about eight feet, we didn't have very high ceilings on this side of the house, and I snuck out my window pretty regularly, so the fall wasn't too bad; however, Ed didn't have the luck I did, falling onto his shoulder beside me, a cry of pain falling from his mouth.

"Holy shit, Ed, what did you do?" His face squeezed to the middle in pain as his mouth hung open. I couldn't see much in the dark of the night but, you could see an outline of a small, highly unfit, fifteen year old boy holding his arm in pain on the grass.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, shit, crap it hurts. God, it hurts so bad," he cried.

"I'm getting your mom," I started to get up because he obviously hurt himself as most likely needed medical attention.

"No, no you cannot tell my mom!" He was rolling on the grass, unable to get far with a messed up shoulder. His loudness must have woken some dogs, because various barks were heard around the neighborhood. He also must have been loud enough to wake people up because Ed's parents bedroom window lit up, the light being a great contrast to the dark night. I could barely see Teddy in the grass but I could tell he froze as he stared frightened at own home. I became still as well, especially since the light on my parents room flashed on soon enough.

"We are so fucked," Ed mumbled, struggling on the damp ground. Not a minute later, Mrs. Sheeran came, furious, in her pink bathrobe and hair curlers.

"Hi, Mrs. Sheeran." I smiled sheepishly, giving a small wave. She ignored my gesture and went stomping to her son, who was trying to back say from her by pushing the ground with his feet and sliding on his back against the damp grass. And for a guy with a possibly broken shoulder, the kid gained some speed. I don't know where his beanie went, but when my parents came outside wondering what all the racket was, along with being surprised to be faced with their daughter, they happened to turn on the outside light. At this point, you could very distinctly see the eyeliner he used running down his cheeks from his tears.

"What the hell is on your face?" Mrs. Sheeran exclaimed loudly as she got closer to her only son. My mom, being a nurse, noticed Ed being hurt and rushed to him immediately.

At the end of the night, me, my parents and sister, Ed and his parents, and, for some reason, Ms. Macklebee from across the street, ended up at the closest hospital. No one really knows why Ed was wearing eyeliner that night, but we each vowed not to speak of it, except for my sister, Addie, because she didn't really know what was going on; she was only seven after all. And who knows what Ed had in mm that night, I never did ask.

Teddy ended up only dislocating his shoulder. Although, he was in a sling for the next six weeks, it was okay. But only because that meant all we did for six weeks was fight in virtual wars on the play-station and get popcorn stuck in our braces.

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welp, that was chapter one muchachas (I don't take Spanish #french4lyfe #ifuckinghatefrench)

Oh, btw this is a couple years before the actual story, if you couldn't tell