3.Light

Wow, this took a while. And it stinks too XD I just kinda dubbed it done ;;;; It's really bad and I didn't feel like writing this one XDD But! I have the excuse of being a senior owo like everything else

Sorry it's so short :l

3. Light

As his eyes winced open, the only thing he could see was a pair of honey colored eyes…

Slowly, his mind attempted to piece together just what he was looking at. Tre lived alone, and there was no way someone could have broken into his house, was there? The security system that his parents installed a while back seemed to have been well done.

“Are you awake?” A voice whispered as a hand brushed against Tre’s forehead. Shutting his eyes at the sudden contact, Tre flipped over. Burying his head in the blankets, Tre tried to ignore whatever was talking to him.

Talking to him.

A shock ran through his body as his mind told him that someone else was in his house, in his room. Whipping the covers off, Tre turned to the imposter.

It was just Lex.

Memories of the previous night flooded into his mind. Resting his head in his hands, Tre shook his head. How could he forget so easily?

Lex laughed. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

Tre lifted his head, catching sight of Lex’s smiling face. He had to admit, Lex wasn’t a crappy thing to wake up to in the morning. Although a tad scary, he was a better alarm clock than…well an alarm clock. Anything was better than a digital alarm clock.

“Kinda.” He muttered, stretching his arms across his chest.

Standing up, Lex looked down at Tre, a frown falling on his lips. “May I?”

May he? May he what?

“Sure.” Tre answered, feeling the other man plop down next to him on the bed. Ah, sit next to him, that’s what.

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, neither of them offering to start a conversation. Out of the corner of his eye, Tre saw Lex playing with bottom of his shirt. Sighing, Tre looked to Lex, gaining his attention.

“Well, any reason why you’re here?” Tre asked, a bit of a laugh in his voice.

Lex cocked his head. For a moment, he stayed like that. “Well~” He sang, looking away from Tre. “I’ve been up for a few hours, and I was wondering if I could cook you something.”

Tre felt his cheeks flush. He hadn’t had someone cook breakfast for him in months. Scratching his head, Tre spoke.

“Uh, sure.”

A smile spread across Lex’s face. Before saying anything, Lex nudged his shoulder against Tre’s knocking him off balance.

“Thank you~” He chirped before jumping up. “Don’t come in until I’m done, ok?”

Tre felt his stomach sink. Just why couldn’t he go into his own kitchen?

Lex must have noticed the concerned look on Tre’s face, because the next thing Tre knew, the other boy’s hands were squishing his face.

“Don’t worry~” Lex sang, resting his forehead against Tre’s. “You can trust me.” Taking a step back, Lex left the room leaving a flustered Tre. Tre was not used to people like Lex at all. How could he act like there was no such thing as a personal bubble? Falling back, Tre looked at his ceiling. Maybe he was from down south. That would explain why Lex was so warm towards Tre.

Another thought struck him. That would also explain why he was sleeping outside. He couldn’t go to that school and live with his family. Education was important enough to Lex that he would sleep in the park.

Tre sat up. That’s a pretty good characteristic in Lex. He really was a good person.

The sound of breaking glass filled the air.

Tre felt himself twitch. What the hell could he be cooking that involved glass? Standing, Tre walked to his door. “Are you ok?” From the kitchen, Tre could hear a muffled response.

“Yeah! I’m fine.”

Yet, that didn’t convince Tre. Sighing, the brunette walked back to his bed. Flopping down on it, Tre needed something to distract him. Grabbing his pillow, Tre placed it on his face. Maybe he could just muffle the sound of Lex. Yeah, let’s try that.

As Tre allowed the pillow to droop into his face, he couldn’t help but hear the light clinging of glass and metal. Flipping over, Tre removed the pillow from his face. It was too quiet, he could still hear Lex doing whatever he was doing.

Sitting up, Tre looked around the room for something to help block the sound out. That’s when he saw his favorite green contraption. His I-pod! Of course! Reaching forward, Tre grabbed his I-pod. Relaxing back into his bed, he shoved the ear buds into his ears. Turning it on, Tre began to flip through the songs. Just what did he want to use to drown the sound of Lex out?

Putting it on shuffle, Tre shook it, only to land on a song that he didn’t even know. Sighing, he turned it up and allowed his imagination to flow.

Perhaps he could think of something for his latest writing assignment. What was it again? Rolling out of his bed once again, Tre went over to his school notebooks. Flipping to the front, he first scanned for the date. Quickly finding it, his eyes scanned the row, finding that he had to rewrite a fairytale or a folklore from another’s POV.

He stared at the assignment for a moment, his brain trying to think of a fairytale or a folklore that wasn’t too well known.

“Hey Lex?” Tre called, flipping to a new page in his notebook.

After a moment, instead of just calling back, Lex appeared in the doorframe hand clutching onto a spoon. “Yeah?”

Looking away from Lex, Tre tried to focus on the piece of paper in front of him instead of the blonde.

“Do you know any weird fairytales?”

“Fairytales?” Lex repeated.

Tre nodded, then looked up and continued. “Or folklore?”

Putting the spoon in his mouth, Lex pondered for a moment. “Why?”

“I have to do a writing assignment where I write it from a different point of view.”

Looking up, Tre saw that Lex had appeared by his bedside.

“Well, ‘The Bloodstain’ is pretty kick-butt.” Lex said, giving the spoon a lick.

“’The Bloodstain’?” Tre asked, watching as Lex continued licking the spoon.

The blonde nodded. “Yeah.” A smile crossed his face. “You don’t know it?”

Tre shook his head. ‘The Bloodstain’ definitely did not sound like a children’s story.

Putting the spoon in his mouth, Lex flopped onto the bed across from Tre. Taking the spoon out of his mouth, Lex spread his hands out.

“I’m not sure where the story takes place, but I’ll just say Texas because it’s weird down there.” As Lex cleared his throat, Tre suddenly wondered if the other would be a reliable narrator.

“Ok, way down in Texas, there is this really nice house. It’s an older house, like one of those pretty old French style houses. However, no one lives there. And no one bothers going in and stealing the copper piping, why you may ask?”

The only thing Tre was wondering now was why Lex would bother talking about stealing copper piping.

“Because, hundreds of years ago, there was a very kind old man who owned the house. He was quite rich for the time so he liked to have parties and invite big groups of people to his house. He especially liked to have parties to celebrate things, like birthdays or marriages.

“As an old man, he was very proud when he daughter planned to get married. When the girl and her boyfriend got engaged, he threw them a party. However, before the party, the boy and the father got into a fight. In a fit of rage, the boy left. The old man and his daughter found this behavior normal for him so they let him go and they continued to prepare for the party, knowing that he would return and everything would be ok.

“When the party started however, the boy was nowhere to be seen. As it got later and later into the evening, the daughter began to get nervous. However, like any father should, he tried to comfort her.”

Lex stopped for a moment, and then picked the story back up.

“So, he said that he was just a little late, and that he would arrive soon enough. Although still nervous, the daughter let the conversation drop. The party however, continued with no sign of the boy. As it got later into the evening, the guests started to leave. Still no sign of the boy. Together, they decided that the boy must have skipped the party and the daughter left as well. This left the old man alone with the band and his servants. While the servants cleaned up the house, the old man sat out front and spoke to the band members. As they continued speaking into the night, there was a soft sound. Just what was it? The man wondered as the band quieted down. Down the long driveway, a carriage pulled up at the end. Instantly, the old man knew that it was the boy. Excusing himself from the band, the old man walked down the driveway to apologize to the boy. As he got up to the carriage, he waited for the door to open. However, the door didn’t open. Without a word, BAM!” Lex yelled, causing Tre to jump. Heart beating in his chest, Tre tried to calm himself down.

“One shot to the head! Getting out of the buggie, the boy cocked another bullet. BAM! One to the throat! BAM! BAM! Two to the chest! As the boy continued firing, the musicians ran down the driveway in a pathetic attempt to either stop the boy or save the man. The boy however escaped before the others got a hold of him! They carried the man back to the house. While they discussed getting a doctor, the man died on the porch, a puddle of deep red blood oozing out. When they realized that they had lost him, they moved the body inside of the house, placing him on the couch, since no one was awake to take him away. To be respectful, the servants cleaned up their master’s blood. The next morning, as the body was exiting the building, something horrifying happened!”

“What?” Tre asked, suddenly feeling sheepish from the reaction he got from Lex.

“I’m going to tell you that!” Clearing his throat, Lex continued. “The weight of their boots caused a puddle of blood to ooze underneath their feet. Right where he died!” Tre eyed Lex’s fingers as he wiggled them for effect. “However! No matter how many times they cleaned the spot, the bloodstain kept coming back. And if someone stayed in the house, they heard the constant screams and panics of that warm summer night!” Lex flashed a smile. “The end.”

Just as Tre opened his mouth to speak, the kitchen timer sent Lex away to tend to his creation.

“That was quite the story.” Tre muttered under his breath, brushing his bangs back. Leaning back, the brunette turned on the light beside his bed. He might as well start writing. Taking out a pen, Tre placed the tip against the paper, lifting it high enough just so he could see the dot it left behind.

What point of view should he do?

The boyfriend would be an interesting POV to try… yet there was something interesting about the idea of writing it from one of the musicians or servant’s POV. They seemed much more innocent to what was happening in the situation. Placing the pen in his mouth, Tre found he liked the idea of writing from one of the musician’s view. Going to what should be like any other job only to have the host shot down right before his very eyes?

Smile crossing his face, Tre began jotting character notes down. He was to be a violinist from the north…

Then power went out.

Hah! Tre you don't get no light you freak!

Here’s ‘The Bloodstain’ for those who care XD I kinda had Lex make it up as he went along XDD so it’s not too accurate, but accurate enough

http://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/07/the_bloodstain.html