I shifted slightly in the armchair I had been occupying all afternoon, vaguely watching ESPN. Sports center was on, talking about some baseball game that I didn't care for. Scott still hadn't returned from his unknown place and Dave was fixing himself lunch in the kitchen. As for Bob, he layed on the couch in a peaceful nap.
Flipping boredly through the channels I tried to find something to watch. I stopped on Much Music, the video for 'Load Me Up' by The Matthew Good Band was playing. I watched as Matthew Good fly out of the water in a yellow shirt, it was not a pretty sight. Matthew Good Band was excellent, but the video just disqusted me. "Picture yourself, swiming in an ocean. Millions of miles from nowhere. There's bodies in the water, and bodies in the basement. If heaven's for clean people then its vacant."
Having enought of the video I flipped off the television, leaving the room filled with heavy breathing and shuffling. I glanced to my brother as he shifted uneasliy on the sofa, ripping at the cusions and kicking the arm. He was sweating and dark brown locks clung to his face as he faught with himself.
"Bob...Wake up!" I shot, springing off of the armchair and over to the distressed Robert, "Wake up...Get up!" I shook him slightly, but he yanked away and grew more frantic. "Bob! Get up!" I screamed loudly as Dave rushed into the room staring down at his brother, he looked scared. Suddenly deep brown eyes popped open, full of fear.
"Get away from me! Get the hell away from me!" Bob screamed as he outlashed at me, walloping me in the chin. I coiled away and stared amazed at my screaming brother, "Stay away from me!"
Bob
He pushed me off the bridge...he tried to kill me. I took deep breaths of air, staring intently at Clint who crouched a ways away from where I sat on the couch. "Stay away from me..." I growled at him, pulling and pulling at my hair till it hurt.
"Calm down, He didn't try to hurt you." Dave whispered, yet he didn't know. He didn't know that Clint was out to kill me, to shead my blood, to stop my air flowage. Quickly I jumped over the back of the couch and sprinted out the front door, hearing Dave call my name as I exited the house. He's trying to kill you isn't he? I stopped abruptly, looking around to see who was talking to me. Nobody was there.
"Hello?" I called out bemused. And what about Scott? Is he out somewhere planning the ultamate murder? "Scott wouldn't do that." I spluttered, plopping down on the front step and running a hand through my knotted hair. You so sure about that..? Then where is he? I gulped, I never thought of that. Maybe Scott was in it too.
"Bob?" I spun around quickly to see Dave standing behind my his eyes full of concern. It kind of made me feel special to think someone else other than Scott was looking out for me. I knew it was only Clint in on this huge thing, Keep saying that and maybe you'll believe it. Dave and Scott had no idea what that little devil was up to. "Are you okay? You freaked out in there."
"I just had a dream...and I didn't know I woke up." Dave, he's going to kill me! I held back tears because I didn't want him fussing over me.
"You scared me." he spat quietly, looking down at his clammy hands. He slowly sat down next to me, turning and looking me into the eyes. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm not going crazy. Dave! I'm not crazy!" I screamed. Of course not...your just getting stalked. he's going to kill you too. "No!"
"Woah...I didn't say you were going crazy." Dave suddenly shot, "I just want to help you. These dreams are driving you nuts. Tell me about the one you just had...please Bob."
"Well...I was looking at the river, on a bridge. You know..that kind of place. All peaceful. Then all of the sudden someone was strangling me from behind...I faught with him..but he pushed me over the bridge. I couldn't breath Dave! The water was suffocating me!"
"Bob...Calm down. It was just a dream." Or a premonition.
Clint
What did I do to him...Why did he yell at me. I just wanted to help. Shaking my head I wandered into the kitchen to see Scott sitting at the table with his acoustic guitar. "Your eyes are bluer than the bluest sky.
Your lips keep me comfortable when I'm with you at night. You have the strength to move a mountain. The victory to make dreams come true and every night I thank God that I'm with you.." he sang quietly while playing along on his guitar.
"Who's that for?" I guestioned, looking over at his intense face. He glanced up at me, his cheeks slightly red. Slowly he tucked a a beached blond bang behind his ear before answering.
"Nobody. I just had an idea." I laughed, yeah right. Scott has a crush. I would have figured that since he is overly hormonal for a teenager.
"What's her name?" I spat, sitting down next to him, he gave me an ackward look.
"What are you talking about?"
"What's the girls name that your writing this for?"
"I'm not writing this for a girl."
"Oh...so whos the guy your writing it for?"
"I'm gonna kick your ass Clint." he growled angerily, throwing his guitar down and tackleing me off of the chair. He winded back, about to send a fist into my face but he was startled by a flying dog. Moffie had came to my rescue and was attacking Scott with kisses. Giving me a chance to save my ass and get out of the house. Scott really needs to learn how to keep his temper.
