We're All Full Of Lies

Frank and I keeled over on Mikey’s porch attempting to regain our breath and let our now aching legs rest. For some unbeknownst reason Frank decided it was a good idea to sprint to Mikey’s. Never again listening to one of Frank’s ideas, never. I lifted my body off the hard timber and leant on my elbows, “I-I’ll g-get you-you back for thi-this Iero” I said in between pants.

Sweat was dripping down the sides of my face and it was beginning to become a real annoyance. I got to my feet and lifted my shirt to wipe away the sheath that coated my face in an uncomfortable stickiness.

“You didn’t have to run, so you can’t blame me” Frank smirked as he used his t-shirt as a fan to send waves of cool air around his torso.
I shoved my elbow into his side, “I don’t know the way dumbass”.
“You live right across the street, and it’s been a week, you should know the way by now” Frank pointed across street to my house that looked rather menacing in the overcast twilight.

A sudden movement at the side of the house from Frank’s pointing caused me to jump back a little, knocking over a pot plant in the process.
“Mikey’s gonna be pissed about that” Frank said motioning toward the dirt that was spilling out from the terra cotta pot.
“Shut up for a sec, did you see that?” I whispered leaning closer to Frank.
“See what?” Frank followed my gaze to the house, “Your house? Yeah I see it”.
“No shit Sherlock,” I scoffed sarcastically and slapped his arm playfully, “Not the damn the house, the, well I think it was a person, at the side of the house?”
“I didn’t see anything, probably just a cat, come on let’s just go inside, it’s getting cold out here” Frank hugged his arms to his chest.

I just shrugged in reply and rapped on the front door using the large brass knocker that hung at eye level. Frank and I stood shivering slightly as we heard a shuffling and a loud thud from inside.

Frank laughed a little, “Bet you $10 he was asleep”.
“You’re on” I smiled smugly, no way Mikey fell asleep, his eyes always look like they’re about to burst out of his head because he’s so alert and awake.

Suddenly the door flew open and a rather dishevelled looking Mikey appeared grinning, “Sorry about that, I fell asleep on the couch”
“No problem Mikes” Frank followed Mikey into the house, stopping after he was a few feet to breath in the warmth of the house.

“I’ll go make some coffee, just make yourselves comfy” Mikey said before dashing off down the hallway to what I assumed was the kitchen.

Frank had already kicked off his shoes and I was seconds away from doing the same when I felt his hot breath tickle my ear, “You owe me $10”, he smiled smugly before winking and heading into the lounge room.
“Son of a bitch” I muttered while removing my shoes and placing them next to the door.
I pulled the sleeves of my hoodie down to cover my hands before I followed Frank’s trail into the living room.

I was pleasantly surprised to the say the least with what I saw. The soft chocolate brown couch was huge and covered in pillows and doonas and the Xbox was on the coffee table along with a pile of games and movies. Damn, Mikey sure knew how to entertain. I smiled at the thought of the events that were to fill tonight and fell down onto the couch next to Frank. I sunk down into the cushions and was nearly inhaled by a sea of material and softness. I lifted myself off the couch for a moment to get comfy and shuffled in next to a reclining Frank.

“Video games, movies, food and coffee, damn tonight is going to be rad” I said as Mikey shuffled into the room with arms full of chocolate and sweets and three steaming cups of liquid perfection. Mikey giggled as he handed us each a mug and we began sipping furiously at it.
“So what do guys wanna do first? Movie or video game?” Mikey asked plonking himself down on the couch next to me.
“VIDEO GAME!” Frank and I both shouted in unison.
“Woah, okay which one?” Mikey laughed a little and leant forward to turn on the Xbox and select a game.
“Halo!” I quickly shuffled forward and grabbed a controller for myself and Frank, getting ready to kick ass.

And kick ass I did. Frank and Mikey gave up after the 10th consecutive time I beat them. I rose from my spot on the couch and revelled in victory only to be stopped by a swift onslaught of pillows flying at me from all directions.
“Ah! Oof! Okay, okay I’ll stop, just, OW! Stop with the pillows!” I yelled running around the room trying to dodge the pillow missiles. Frank and Mikey fell onto one another holding their stomachs in laughter while I straightened up my clothes and hair. I stuck my tongue out at them, “Sore losers”.
Mikey stopped laughing far before Frank and offered to put on a movie, “Anything in particular you want to watch?”.
“Nah, I’m good with anything, I’m gonna go to the bathroom so you guys and pick one” I smiled and made my way out of the living room.

Damn I should have asked where the bathroom was. Oh well, it can’t be that hard to find, I mean how big could this house be?
I walked to the end of the hallway and up the staircase only to be met with another hallway and all the doors closed. Why do people close their damn doors? I tip-toed down the hallway opening each door in a hope that one would lead to a bathroom.

First door; looks like a parent’s room, so nope not this one. Second door; this must be Mikey’s room considering his clothes from the past week are strewn everywhere. Third door; what in the world?

I stood dumbfounded for a moment as I took in the bedroom, it looked like a teenagers room. There were posters of bands covering the walls, black shag carpet and a red duvet covering the bed that had clothes and –ugh gross- underwear (that didn’t look clean) on it. The desk in the corner is what really caught my eye though. It was covered in pencils and pens and more importantly there was paper everywhere all containing random sketches and drawings.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion as I continued to stare at the room, this was certainly not Mikey’s room, Mikey could draw stick figures and that was about it, no offence to Mikey. But on the contrary he made up for his lack of artistic skill in other areas; science being one of them. And besides, the door across the hall led to Mikey’s room, so who the hell owns this one? Did Mikey have a brother? He never mentioned one and I never saw anyone else here but him and on the odd occasion his parents.

I thought I heard the sound of footsteps comming up the stairs so I quickly stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me before trying the last door in the hallway. I flung the door open and found exactly what I’d been looking for; the bathroom. Which was lucky because I was about explode I needed to pee so badly.

I finished doing what I needed to and went to wash my hands in the sink. I turned the tap but nothing came out. A thick gurgling sound shook the metal of the faucet and the pipes behind the tiled walls of the bathroom sounded as though they were rattling against each other. I quickly fumbled with the tap to stop the increasing noise that made my ears ring. “Huh, well that’s weird” I mumbled to myself as I exited the bathroom and made my way down the creaky stairs.

I headed into the kitchen and made my way to the sink. I wiped away the fog that had formed on the window whilst I turned the tap on and hoped I got water. The soft thudding of the water against the metal sink took my attention away from the window and I washed my hands under the icy water that flowed freely. I flicked my hands in the sink a few times to remove any excess water droplets. I turned on my heel about to leave the kitchen when something caught the corner of my eye from the window.

I stood dead silent and my body went stiff. The lengthy creak of rusty metal hit my ears. Someone was coming into the backyard through the side gate. Common sense evaporated from my mind as I turned and leant over the sink to get a better view out the window and into the pitch black of the night. The full moon aided my vision and my insides erupted in a debilitating wave of nausea as I saw a figure dressed in full black turn away from closing the gate.

My knees gave way and I slipped down the counter slightly before grabbing hold on the edge to keep me upright. The first thing that popped into my head was the painting of Mikey. Mikey. Shit!
I scrambled from the awkward stance and shot out of the kitchen and down the hallway, tripping over my feet every few steps.

“Mikey, Frank!” I called frantically as I burst into the lounge room to see them sprawled on the couch.
“What’s up?” Mikey asked nonchalantly, not taking his eyes away from the TV screen. Frank however must have sense the pure terror in my voice and quickly jumped to his feet.
“Shit Mira, are you alright?” He asked taking hold of my hands that were shaking violently.
“He-he’s outside, quick we-we need to hide, he-he’s gonna get Mikey!” I wailed my voice cracking slightly from my hysterics.

Notes

hey there! man I am on an updating roll, once every day,3 days in a row :D whoooo, anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading! please comment and all that jazz and sorry for any mistakes....I do re-read everything before I post but I am a shocking when it comes to editing! :D x