Slain

Chapter two and three

IMPORTANT!!!!

I have joined both chapter two and chapter three together so it would publish them.

Hunter Bluestone
Chapter 2 - heck; I'm flipping better then sponge-bob and his damn crabby patty making.

I honestly don't know where we will go. Home is not an option, we have barely any money, and we can't even crash at Melody's parents since they kicked her out because they found out she was going out with me.

Let's just say, our first impression wasn't the best.

Staring up at the plain and utterly boring ceiling of my room, pondering on what I should do job wise. My current job can go suck my toned ass, but it pays better than any other job around in this miserable town.

I wonder if the car dealership is looking for someone new. I'm good with the cars, heck; I'm flipping better then sponge-bob and his damn crabby patty making - ha, get it? I managed to snag a cheap ass deal with my Ford Mustang. She was in bad shape, that's all I really need to say. Now she's right as rain, all original parts, paint job immaculate and interior in pristine condition. She's my pride and joy to say the least.

I'm jolted out of my thoughts - rudely if I might add, by my iPhone, it bloody looks like it's going to jump out of its damn case. I roll over to see that the caller ID shows its Ava.

"Hey babe, what's up?" I pick up after the third ring.

"Can you come over? I'm home-alone." I can hear the smirk in her voice over the damn phone. I can just imagine her sitting on her Queen size bed, cross legged, her brown hair pooling on her mattress. Yes, her hair is that bloody long, it hangs just blow her ass when she's standing up.

"Babe? You there?" Ava snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll be there in five." I hang up straight after.

I seriously need to put some pants on, considering I'm just in boxers.

I walk over to my walk in wardrobe and rummage around to find a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt. Grabbing my wallet, keys, phone, and hey, let's not forget the all-important Connies, aye?

Yeah, you can use your highly imaginative imagination to figure what happened next - parents come home, sees us in a compromising position. We get up and Ava decides to introduce me to her olds once we have our clothes on. She got kicked out, yadda yadda yadda. So since then, she's been staying with us and that was that.

We could go to Alek's house. That actually sounds like a good idea! You sun of a gun, always clever thinking aye mate. I mentally pat myself on the back. You see here, if I had of done that physically, the girls would have emitted me into a crazy house early - now, we don't want that do we? I fully admit that later in my years, I will be needed to be put in one of those things, but hey, I'm not that crazy yet - I hope.

The whole ride to Alek's was hilarious, each of us reminiscing on the memories of his stupidness. Like when he decided it was a good time to try how to balance on a wire ten centimetres of the ground when he was blind drunk and ended by falling off, managing to break the wire as well as his arm and a couple of ribs. How he accomplished that, will be forever a mystery.

We finally rock up to Alek's house. Bloody hell - excuse my French - I forgot how loaded he is. Like, not to boast or anything, we are to, but man, this is like a whole new level of being loaded.

His driveway is paved with this crazy bad ass looking black pavers, each side of the driveway is lined with stupidly green hedges. The house, well, I don't even know if it classifies as a house to be completely honest. More like a mansion. With three stories, the sheer length of the house is basically the same size as a football oval. More windows then you can count with both your toes and fingers, three times over. Black and grey is the colour scheme, grey coating the whole house with black trimmings, black window seals and black doors.