Post by Cassidy on Jan 22, 2022 6:33:47 GMT
Cassidy DeWitt
Carrying one of the most special friends in my life, albeit quite sleepy and rather terrible of taking care of themselves besides the occasional leap in time to rectify certain mistakes, I glanced over my shoulder at Lark, who had their arms wrapped around my shoulders as I piggyback carried them.
Yep, this was definitely a good call on my part. Lark needed rest. And, since I figured that Lark would invite me into their home on their own time, my old parent's place might serve as a well-enough replacement.
Hopefully, Lark did not notice how far I walked with them on my back, just peacefully dead to the world in a soft lulling embrace. Honestly, I did not have the energy to handle any questions about my unusual strength or fitness. I figured just a nice if lengthy walk would be far better than moving my friend around to try and fit into a cab.
Especially after what happened earlier today, I think I could safely say that everyone was thoroughly exhausted as well as thoroughly entertained for the day.
I glanced up as the dark and the later evening began to settle in. Luckily, my vision adjusted well-enough, thriving in the growing darkness. Night-vision was handy enough, even in the early hours of the sun setting down.
A small, blue suburban house, one in a line of houses in a complete row along the street, met my vision easily enough. I red the small mailbox number. Three three's. 333. Perfectly memorable.
I smiled. I remember making that joke once to my dad. He chuckled in amusement then.
I walked up the few steps that led to the door. A wood-colored door and frame met me before me. A few flowers pots and buckets decked the porch and sat near the bottom of the frame of the door.
It's certainly been a while.
I used my foot to kick the door a few times, being quick yet perfectly balanced. I had to keep Lark still enough to not wake them up.
A small face peered through a curtain in the window before closing shut. I could hear little feet scampering.
I tapped my foot a few times before stopping and shaking my head, smirking.
The door opened.
And an older woman with black hair and the most beautiful, deepest blue eyes this side of the whole world opened the door. My mom. Dark black hair barely reached her shoulders, almost reaching passing past her neck but not quite. A pair of red-rimmed glasses sat upon the upper of her nose while a simple shirt halfway hid the small tattoo on her upper right arm. Her color and complexion was lighter than my own.
Two more pairs of faces, much smaller and shorter than my own, peered through left and right. Darker in color and complexion than my own, almost a light tan as one dark-haired boy and a brown-haired girl ran up. My little brother and sister, each with brown eyes that varied in darkness from one another. The former was seven and the other was five. Meanwhile, another older woman stepped in. Not as old as my mom but certainly a few years older than myself, wearing a small black coat over her shoulders along with a more golden colored shirt with small swirls. Her hair was shorter than mom's and her orbs were a clear emerald while freckles dotted each cheek. My older sister, fully graduated from college.
The little ones were ecstatic to see me again while my mom's few and far wrinkles around her smile shown through as her eyes just simply glowed at seeing me.
And my sister couldn't keep her own smirk from falling off her face.
They began to talk at once. I shushed them quickly and indicated with my head of the passenger I had in tow. It became more quiet almost immediately.
"Hi. Yeah, sorry to come in unannounced, but I need my old room for my friend. We were sorta in the neighborhood and their place is-."
My mother waved me in, more hushed now, yet not hesitating a moment "Don't apologize. Come in! Come in! You're going to throw out your back! Let me and your sister help you."
"Yeah, just let me-."
"No! No! I got it! I got it! They are already asleep, I think. Don't wake them up. I got this. Thank you, but I got this!"
I looked at my sister to save me from my mother. She was the only one that appease her at moments like this. Another smirked crossed her lips. She was definitely going to tease me about this.
And ask a bunch of questions. More than my mom would. Definitely.
"Mom, he's said he's got this. Let him get up there. I'll help him."
I began going for the steps. Lark needed to get off my back soon before my family started hammering on me with too much love and care. They sure could be a handful.
I made it halfway up the stairs before glancing down at my two siblings.
"You two been good since I been here?"
My little sister nodded her head yes while my little brother, a little older, shook his head with a mischievous smile.
"Yes. We been-."
"You can't prove anything otherwise."
My sister giggled at his antics, moving her arms. Ah, a taste of my own medicine. Good to see the jokes were still running in the family.
"We'll see about that," I winked. A little more giggling erupted from them.
I climbed up the steps before stepping in front of my room, towards the back of this upper floor, away from the stairs. The door was already open. Good. For once luck was on my side.
I stepped in. My sister followed behind me, making sure I didn't drop our passenger before moving as I motioned to the bed. She drew the blanket back. And I settled Lark in, drawing the sheets over with my sister.
And, if Lark protested at all during this entire ordeal, I would simply give her the "nope" treatment. A series of nopes, nadas, and whatever other words of negation I could throw at them. I threw them all, batting each and every protest.
The walls were colored the same old fashioned baby blue I had grown up with. Not as messy as my apartment. I guess mom cleaned it up. Maybe my sis helped. A few pictures and drawing scattered the room along with a few of my old belongings and science and mechanical experiments and notebooks. Books and other items like certificates and school and program awards sat on shelves as old posters of older videogames or movies lined the walls, such as Narnia, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and Pixelated Mario sat on the walls. Family photographs dotted my room, almost like they belong in a book or refrigerator more than here, but, more specifically, I glanced at the small nightstand. A picture of the whole family.
I smiled only a little before glancing at Lark. I sat on the bed next to them.
"You good? You snug? You need anything? Hungry?"
Yep, this was definitely a good call on my part. Lark needed rest. And, since I figured that Lark would invite me into their home on their own time, my old parent's place might serve as a well-enough replacement.
Hopefully, Lark did not notice how far I walked with them on my back, just peacefully dead to the world in a soft lulling embrace. Honestly, I did not have the energy to handle any questions about my unusual strength or fitness. I figured just a nice if lengthy walk would be far better than moving my friend around to try and fit into a cab.
Especially after what happened earlier today, I think I could safely say that everyone was thoroughly exhausted as well as thoroughly entertained for the day.
I glanced up as the dark and the later evening began to settle in. Luckily, my vision adjusted well-enough, thriving in the growing darkness. Night-vision was handy enough, even in the early hours of the sun setting down.
A small, blue suburban house, one in a line of houses in a complete row along the street, met my vision easily enough. I red the small mailbox number. Three three's. 333. Perfectly memorable.
I smiled. I remember making that joke once to my dad. He chuckled in amusement then.
I walked up the few steps that led to the door. A wood-colored door and frame met me before me. A few flowers pots and buckets decked the porch and sat near the bottom of the frame of the door.
It's certainly been a while.
I used my foot to kick the door a few times, being quick yet perfectly balanced. I had to keep Lark still enough to not wake them up.
A small face peered through a curtain in the window before closing shut. I could hear little feet scampering.
I tapped my foot a few times before stopping and shaking my head, smirking.
The door opened.
And an older woman with black hair and the most beautiful, deepest blue eyes this side of the whole world opened the door. My mom. Dark black hair barely reached her shoulders, almost reaching passing past her neck but not quite. A pair of red-rimmed glasses sat upon the upper of her nose while a simple shirt halfway hid the small tattoo on her upper right arm. Her color and complexion was lighter than my own.
Two more pairs of faces, much smaller and shorter than my own, peered through left and right. Darker in color and complexion than my own, almost a light tan as one dark-haired boy and a brown-haired girl ran up. My little brother and sister, each with brown eyes that varied in darkness from one another. The former was seven and the other was five. Meanwhile, another older woman stepped in. Not as old as my mom but certainly a few years older than myself, wearing a small black coat over her shoulders along with a more golden colored shirt with small swirls. Her hair was shorter than mom's and her orbs were a clear emerald while freckles dotted each cheek. My older sister, fully graduated from college.
The little ones were ecstatic to see me again while my mom's few and far wrinkles around her smile shown through as her eyes just simply glowed at seeing me.
And my sister couldn't keep her own smirk from falling off her face.
They began to talk at once. I shushed them quickly and indicated with my head of the passenger I had in tow. It became more quiet almost immediately.
"Hi. Yeah, sorry to come in unannounced, but I need my old room for my friend. We were sorta in the neighborhood and their place is-."
My mother waved me in, more hushed now, yet not hesitating a moment "Don't apologize. Come in! Come in! You're going to throw out your back! Let me and your sister help you."
"Yeah, just let me-."
"No! No! I got it! I got it! They are already asleep, I think. Don't wake them up. I got this. Thank you, but I got this!"
I looked at my sister to save me from my mother. She was the only one that appease her at moments like this. Another smirked crossed her lips. She was definitely going to tease me about this.
And ask a bunch of questions. More than my mom would. Definitely.
"Mom, he's said he's got this. Let him get up there. I'll help him."
I began going for the steps. Lark needed to get off my back soon before my family started hammering on me with too much love and care. They sure could be a handful.
I made it halfway up the stairs before glancing down at my two siblings.
"You two been good since I been here?"
My little sister nodded her head yes while my little brother, a little older, shook his head with a mischievous smile.
"Yes. We been-."
"You can't prove anything otherwise."
My sister giggled at his antics, moving her arms. Ah, a taste of my own medicine. Good to see the jokes were still running in the family.
"We'll see about that," I winked. A little more giggling erupted from them.
I climbed up the steps before stepping in front of my room, towards the back of this upper floor, away from the stairs. The door was already open. Good. For once luck was on my side.
I stepped in. My sister followed behind me, making sure I didn't drop our passenger before moving as I motioned to the bed. She drew the blanket back. And I settled Lark in, drawing the sheets over with my sister.
And, if Lark protested at all during this entire ordeal, I would simply give her the "nope" treatment. A series of nopes, nadas, and whatever other words of negation I could throw at them. I threw them all, batting each and every protest.
The walls were colored the same old fashioned baby blue I had grown up with. Not as messy as my apartment. I guess mom cleaned it up. Maybe my sis helped. A few pictures and drawing scattered the room along with a few of my old belongings and science and mechanical experiments and notebooks. Books and other items like certificates and school and program awards sat on shelves as old posters of older videogames or movies lined the walls, such as Narnia, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and Pixelated Mario sat on the walls. Family photographs dotted my room, almost like they belong in a book or refrigerator more than here, but, more specifically, I glanced at the small nightstand. A picture of the whole family.
I smiled only a little before glancing at Lark. I sat on the bed next to them.
"You good? You snug? You need anything? Hungry?"
