(I'm Girret for those that don't know. Not my real first name its my middle but I rather go buy it and not have people call me something wrong.)
April 4, 2004
"Noah! Noah!?"
"What do you want? Gahds!" Noah just shook out his edony hair.
"Pay attention why don't you?" Upside down on the couch with legs sticking up into the air was Girret. His black-pit eyes staring at the miniture television in far right hand corner of the living room. "Know what?" He asked, popping the gum he'd been chewing on since schools end.
"Eh?" was Noah's reply. He was indian-style on the old couch next to Girret. He was twiddling his long fingers. "Isaac should be home soon. You should go out the hole. Then he'll never know you were here."
Isaac was the notorious foster father from hell. He was the man of the small apartment, but believed himself to be the man of the world. Able to wipe out the lowly races like Girret and Noah. Girret being Mexican-mutt; Noah being German and Spaniard. Why they had let them into his perfect country Isaac didn't know. Luckily he got money for watching one at the least.
"Last time I went out the hole I scraped up my stomach and I'm so sorry I'm not immune to pain and bleeding. It hurt to no end," Girret whined
The hole was located in the bathroon closet and it led down into the vacant apartment that had too many things wrong with it to ever let anyone stay there. Noah and Girret had found it by playing Private Investigator; when a mysterious female had appeared at their door and they were about to jump from the bathroom window when Faustus got into the closet and say the big hole in the wall that led into an area between the wall and the shower. They climbed down into the opening fron the cieleing of a closet in the room below them.It sort of became their unofficial hang-out. Though, it was dangerous to rush through it, because of the broken wood nails.
Noah let out a "Pfft" sound through his teeth.
"I have scars! You know I like to sleep on my stomach or I drool!"
This was the trigger being pulled on Noah's laugter. A snort through his nose and drastic laughter through his mouth. Tears ran down his pale face.
"You laugh. You laugh because your heartless."
"I laugh because I care. I laugh because I care."
"No you don't. Shut up!" Girret pulled out a pen fron his pocket and jabbed Noah hard just under the rib. Noah let out a yelp.
Noah hit Girret in the face; Slowly Girret slid down toward the floor with his head knocking against the leg of the coffee table. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW! My neck! You stupid jerk. I'm going to snap my neck!" His legs kicked out and Noah had to dunk to avoid them kicking him in the face.
"Watch it, because if you kick me I'll bite you!" Then he let out his own laugh a fake ne destinguished by the way it sounded exactly like "Ha ha". "I laugh because I care."
Girret pulled himself the rest of the way off the couch and onto the floor making sure to manuveur around the table leg. He rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself with his scrawny arms. Noah smiled in satisfaction. He pressed himself against the back of the couch.
"So, when is Isaac getting home?"
"In a few." Noah stood slowly. Girret began to message his neck. Tilting his head far enough to the right that it popped. He winced. "Go ahead and leave. He'll yell at you."
"He can go ahead. I don't care." Gerrit closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.
"Girret, I am telling you for the best. You know Isaac doesn't like y- well anyone.."
Truth be told, Isaac had loved someone dearly. He even had two biological sons (Lee and Sasha; both now grown men). But his antics and short temper sent his wife away and his two boys to their grandparent's house. He went into Foster caring after Noah shortly after the loss, but found it wasn't for him so he simply neglected his duties.
The door knob. A grunt was overpowering the sound of keys being jabbed into the dead bolt. "Noah! Did you get something stuck in here again?" His voice was thunder; rough and hard.
Girret looked into Noah's black eyes. A brow cocked, "What?"
"Long story, involves a stick."
Girret knew it was best not to ask unless Noah told the whole story and ended with; "Have any questions?"
Now, the door let out a creak; making Noah turn red and give Girret a "I don't want you to die" look.
"Oh please have mercy on his soul! Repent sinner," Girret uttered loudly. His palm hit Noah in the forehead.
Noah snapped at him literally- with his mouth. He'd warned him earlier.
Isaac stood in the doorway with a smug look on his face. "Hello Girret." He was large in width and unkept.
"Hola sir." Girret didn't fear Isaac, he despised him. Feeling over anger whelled up inside his veins. "How was work?"
Girret saw Isaac as a bum. He went out to the clubs and flirted with women half his age. He worked maybe once the whole week and his boss was none the wiser. Girret even swears that he saw him at two in the morning with some girl he probably met a few minutes ago. What was Girret doing at this time? It's simple him and another friend were just getting out of a midnight showing at the downtown theatre, he was twenty after all.
"Work was fine. You ever thought of getting a job?"
"Yes'sir. Plan on it."
"Good, because if there is one thing I hate more then aliens- it's the mooching ones. Don't take from us working people," Isaac spat.
"Kris doesnt' give me anything to begin with. Except smoke infested air which i can give myself."
Isaac looked at him sternly. "You staying over tonight?"
"Yes'sir. I won't lie. I would have come in later tonight either way through the window." Girret smiled innocently. Noah had remained quiet through out his friend and foster fathers conversation. He prayed that he wouldn't wake up with Girret spattered on the wall.
"Just like you sneaked into the country.." Isaac muttered to himself.
"Pardon Sir?" Girret had heard something. He knew what it was. His eyes narrowed only slightly.
Isaac didn't answer. He didn't have to. Because he was the man of the world.
Noah cleared his throat. "He's staying over tomorrow too."
"Since when!?" Isaac snapped; difficult to tell if he was asking anything at all. More like eating him alive.
Noah would and could be the only one to not respect the authorities in a comic way without being drug induced. Possibly. He rolled his eyes. "I don't see why not. Is it because he's Mexican? Because his momma spoke spanish? Does that scare you? Do you think Mexicans are demons? They speak the Devil's tongue? Something.. " His voice trailed off.
Girret wished he could mentally poke Noah in the eye so that he could feel it. He wanted him to shut up before Isaac kicked them both out onto the streets. And lord forbid that because Noah would find something to do and it wouldn't be pretty.. It never was. Noah wasn't allowed- no scratch that no one was allowed in Girret's house. Only himself and Kris...and Todd, but he hardly counted.
"Can I pretty please with sugar on top because," Girret took the wheel from there, and whispered," your fat and love sugar.."
"Fine. You know the rules." Isaac went off to the small hall and turned into his room.
"Call for pizza." Girret slid out his phone from his back pocket. He handed it to Noah. "Call for pizza!"
He pressed two on speed dial and the local pizza joint popped up automatically. He pressed to talk button. It rang about three times before any answer came through the ear piece.
"Pizza Hut, how may I help you?"
"Hey, um, yeah.. Can I have a large cheese?"
"Yessir. Is that all?"
"Yeah thanks. Send it to Anderson Apartments. I'll be at the front door."
"Can I have your number, please?"
Noah recited the number of the cell like a machine. He was told the pizza would arrive in thirty minutes or less.
"Part-ay. Pizza Part-ay!" Girret sang.
Noah rolled his azure eyes and handed him his phone.
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