-I smile at Taylor- We missed you. -I look at Nikolai again- Wanna come over and watch a bad movie or something?
-I smile- Of course. -I unlock my front door and walk in- MOM NIKOLAI IS OVER! -I yell up the stairs, pretending my mom still lives here-
-I dump my art bag onto the counter and dig for my stash of dark chocolate- Wanna know something I noticed?
-I pull myself onto the counter next to the microwave- We haven't changed since seventh grade. I still do stupid crap. There's still gangs. You still go to school most days and hangout with me. We still eat everyday like starving monkeys from hell... -I trail off smiling-
I hope you don't -I say barely audible before studying the wrapper on my chocolate intently pretending I'm not blushing-
"I saved a lot of kids with that gun, but that's behind me." *takes out the burrito and begins to eat*
True. I still have those daggers and knives in the music room. -I slowly chew on a piece of chocolate -
-I hop off the counter and put my food away washing the few dishes in the sink- Ready for that bad movie?