“Hey Crow! Whatcha up to?”
The said friend almost slammed her face into closed door, turning to him with a fiery vengeance of pain and death in her grey eyes.
“Ho- shit, man I was just-”
Her hand clamped around his mouth, pummelling him to the ground. “Shut up!” she hotly whispered. “I’m eavesdropping.”
Owen stayed silent and still, as Crow took it that he understood to shut up.
Aaron’s voice trailed out from the door. ”…today is the day. Everything is arranged.” There was a pause. Owen realized that Aaron was in fact talking on the phone, as there was no audible response as he carried on talking.
“But I have to ask you…are you really sure you want to do this? It seems hardly fair for a person to just suddenly change environment like that. And from what you’re telling me, the mental corrections this person will need could be dangerous for all I know. Can they-…No, I’m not saying I can’t-…Yes, there is space for-…” There was a long pause at this. “Yes. Fine I understand. I’ll be waiting.”
Owen and Crow suddenly ran away as they heard Aaron get up from his chair and start toward the door, just making it up the stairs to their rooms in time for the man to walk out right where they were seconds before.
They heard him sigh wearily and then carry on to the stairs descending down to where the din of children playing emitted from. Owen frowned in thought.
“What was that all about? Should we be expecting someone?” he asked Crow. The raven-haired girl shrugged uncertainly.
“Can’t say I know for sure. But if that is in fact the case, then they’re going to probably be completely mental.”
Owen stopped. “Wait, what the hell? When did you get that assumption?”
“When Aaron was talking about the ‘mental corrections’. Don’t you think that implies insanity or something?”
“I dunno. Probably I guess. I’m just excited that we’re getting a new addition! Bring on the welcome wagon!” Owen pumped his fists in the air.
“Someone new is coming?” a new voice was added to the conversation.
The rambunctious two stopped and turned their heads to see Matt standing there, innocently curious.
Owen coughed. Crow scratched the back of her head.
“Uhh…”
“When are they coming?” Matt carried on, already knowing the lies they were going to say otherwise.
Owen shrugged. “We’re not sure. But don’t say anything. We don’t know if he’s going to tell us or sometime later.”
Mathias shared a look, trying to see the truth in what his rival said.
“Well you better not count me out of this welcome wagon thingy.”
“What are you talking about buddy?” Owen said, smiling as he wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “We wouldn’t want you to miss it!”
Mathias started to beam in happiness. Acceptance at last!Owen sudden happy demeanour fell as they were out of earshot of Crow. “We would want you to come on and then fall off into a pit of fiery magma where you are dressed in nothing but a tutu…”
“This is madness!” Mathias said, backing away from the suddenly sadistic teenager. Owen’s green eyes gleamed in the dim light, smiling crookedly.
“Madness?...THIS IS SPARTAAAAA!!!” He lifted his foot then, kicking Mathias straight in the chest, but instead of kicking him down onto the floor, Owen ended up propelling himself down the stairs, causing several painful injuries on his way down.
“…Ow…”
Mathias shook his head at the idiocy.
“Stupid…” he muttered under his breath. He went to go find something else worth his time.
“I think I broke my spleen…” a weak voice carried up the stairwell from the crumpled form. “Helloooo?....” There was no answer. “…I’m dyyying….” Still no answer. “…crap muffins with margarine. Heeelp meeee…”