My phone screen is the only thing illuminating the dark side room I found while exploring. Nothing can cure my depression, but cats on roombas sure do come close. My low laugh fills the room. In any other situation it would be ominous, but in this context I just look like a loser. Knock
Are you serious? Of course this happens when I’m the only one home. I don’t want to not answer the door because that's rude, but I also want to stay in my cocoon of darkness.
I get up to open the door.
“Hi my name is Scott Newport and I saw you just moved in so I wanted to say Hello!”
“James, and Hello.”
The awkward silence hangs in the air.
“How old are you?”
I want to try to be funny to lighten up the mood a bit.
“I’m 400.”
I inwardly chuckle at myself. I perk up to hear a laugh. He’s laughing. I made someone laugh. My heart beats.
“So judging by your figure I’m going to guess you’re 8, but I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt and say 12.”
“Hey, I’m 20! Also, you’re a giant, so you don’t get to judge.”
“Wait, really? You’re my age! Have you seen the school yet?”
“No, I’m kind of scared about going.
It’s kind of hard to blend in when you’re 5’ 2” and your head looks like a blue truffula tree.”
I don't know why I feel comfortable with this boy, It just seems like I can trust him.
“I noticed you seemed lonely, so do you want to come over to my place?”
I don’t really have any friends and My mom would be proud of me so what could it hurt. Something in the back of my mind is telling me I have to do this.
What could go wrong?
Well he could be a murderer, but that’s very unlikely. I don’t think anyone in this town is a murderer.
“Sure, just let me get my phone”
My heart pounds with the uncertainty of what lies ahead. Who will this person be in my life?
An enemy, friend, or something more? The only thing I can do to find out is take the leap forward.
I walk out of the house following the stranger.
“All of this it comes to me
In the deep corners of my sleep
And the bed frame starts to creak and reel
Fish leave poison in my brain
Starts to turn me insane
But in the morning I'll make cereal”
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Life is Death
Ficção GeralThis is a story I'm working on. There are a lot of Cavetown lyrics in this. I do not own any of the Cavetown lyrics or songs. I did however make the characters, those are mine. Feel free to use them just please credit me.
