Three...
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One.
"Evan! Get your ugly ass over here!" Donna yelled from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and got up off of my bed, heading for the stairs in my basement.
Yeah, basement. Not room. BASEMENT.
I actually like living there, because that way no one can here Ivan sneak in, or me sneak out.
I reached the spotless kitchen- that I cleaned myself- and stared at my stepmother. She was holding the handle of a pan, but the pan was on the floor, along with the uncooked egg, which had staind her oh so beautiful high heels.
I had to force myslef to keep a straight face.
She glared at me. "Clean that up and then get out of my face," She stated simply.
I smiled the most sarcastic smile in the world and grabbed a rag from the counter. She smiled sickingly as I kneeled infront of her. She muttered something to herself, but I heard her perfectly.
"Yeah, bow down..."
Oh my, what a stupid idiot.
I got back up and shoved the rag in her face before runninmg towards the front door, knowing that I'd regret that later.
Well, at that moment, I didn't care.
The cold winter air hit my face, and although it rarely snowed in the small town I lived in, hail constantly threatened to fall. I looked up at the grey, cloudy sky, praying that it wouldn't rain.
I walked for a good fifteen minutes, until I reached Ivan's house.
He had a perfect family, and I envied him, but still. He was my bestfriend. My only friend.
I jumped over the white picket fence that surrounded his house, and walked over the yellowed grass. Usually, his lawn was absalutely perfect. But, as it was winter, it was all dead from the freezing weather.
Now, here's the wierd part; I never knocked on his front door.
Why?
Because his family thought I was the source of all his rebellion.
They thought I was a bad influence. Ha.
So, instead of walking up to their front door and knocking, like a normal person, I climbed up a ladder that had permantly been stuck next to the side of his house. I walked over the roof untill I was right on top of his bedroom, and I jumped three times.
That was how we were.
About twenty seconds later, I heard Ivan's voice.
"Evan?" He asked. I smiled and replied with a chuckle.
"I've got a story to tell you." I spoke into the air, knowing that he was listening.
His head popped up from where his window was, and he smiled. "Come on!" He exclaimed. "No one's home."
My smile widened, and I walked back to the ladder, climbed down, and walked to the fromt door, ringing the bell about five hundred times.
Ivan answered the door a minute later and gave me an annoyed look. I smiled innocently and walked into his big, perfect house.
"Soooo, where's you parents?" I asked curiously, while poking an acient looking vase that was placed ontop of a glass table. It shook slightly, and I backed away, afraidto break anything.
Ivan laughed. "They're off to Vegas for the whole weekend. I've got this place to myself! Hey, what was the story you were supposed to tell me about again?"
I stuck my tongue out at him and crossed my eyes. "You suck," I replied. "That's my story."
I smiled innocently again. He rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs, towards his room. I followed him and took of my birght yellow and blue worn out vans. Then, I jumped on the bed, landing on my stomach. I hugged his huge bed and rubbed my face against his fluffy pillow. "Your lucky, man. You have a freaking huge bed, and the bestest pillows in the world." I informed him.
Then, he jumped right on top of me, knocking the wind out of me. I gasped and gulped for air, while he laughed like someone had just said the funniest thing ever. Finally, I managed to push him off of me and kick him lightly where the sun don't shine.
Still, it was enough to shut him up. I 'hmphed' in triumph and crossed my arms around my chest. "Do you want to hear my story, or not?!" I inquired.
He was still holding his injured body parts while he answered. "Yeah, I do!" It came out like a sqeak. Maybe I'd hurt him more than I thought.
Uh-oh.
But a second later he was sitting down next to me on the bed and looking at me like a curious child.
I animatedly told him about my quarrel with Donna, and he listened attentively. He smiled, laughed, and shook his head in all the right parts. Then, when I was finished, he looked at the sheets on his bed, not saying a word.
Well, that wasn't like him.
I poked him lightly on his chest, and when he didn't look up, I knew he was thinking, hard.
"Ivan... what are you thinking of?" I asked quietly.
He finally looked up at me with an angry look in his eyes.
Whoa, I wasn't expecting that.
"How can you let her treat you like that? You know very well that you deserve better than that, Evan. It's not fair. Do you know what they call what she does to you? Child Abuse! Your more of a slave in that household than anything. Why do you put up with their shit?!"
I was shocked.
I mean, he'd told me this before, but he'd never been so... serious. It was always jockingly, or casually said. He never seemed angry.
So, I answered him with the only decent anwer I had.
"Where else would I go, Ivan? Seriously. If I ran away with you, we'd starve and live on the streets like bums. I don't have any other family, and your mother would never take me in. I absalutely refuse to go into a foster home, I would die. Besides, suffering is a part of life, isn't it?"
I attempted a smile, but it falied miserably, and turned into a lobsided frown.
Ivan mumbled to himself and jumped off the bed, heading for the telivision. He was still mad.
"Oh, come on, Ivan! What do you wnat me to do? I came here so you would get me in a good mood, and now I feel worse!"
He turned to face me with his eyes still angry, but the anger quickly washed away when he saw my deperate expression. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry, Evan. It just pisses me off that that disgusting, ugly old woman can be such a bitchh..."
I laughed, relieved that his moody phasw had past. Then, I stole a quick look at the SCARFACE alarm clock on his dresser. It was late.
"Oh, GOD! I have to go, she's gonna kill me and then bring me back to life to kill me agian!" I quickly scrambled off the bed and put my worn out Vans back on my feet. Quickly giving Ivan a kiss on the cheek, I told him, "I'll be back later tonight. sound good?" He nodded and ruffled my hair. "Hurry, dude. she'll be pissed." He yelled as I ran out of his house, keeping my head down against the cold wind. It was now raining.
Greaaaat. I have the best luck in the whole damn world!
And after I was soking wet and less than halfway home, I bumped into something, tall and warm. The thing I bumped into was pretty heavy, so it stayed in it's place. I, on the other hand, fell to the wet, wet pavement.
And now my butt was wet.
Hooray.
That was when I looked up, and saw a beautiful boy staring down at me with a childish smile.
Lalala, Rest in RESULTS!--->
"Terribly sorry," He apoligised. He held out his hand, and I took it, eager to get off the floor. "I didn't see you there. The rain's kind of thick here, you know?" He smiled again.
I smiled back and quickly replied, "Didn'tseeyoueither.Sosorry,gottago,inahurry!" And I ran.
