Levi Dawling - Finny Dread (phonics books .TXT) 📗

found a plastered up attic door, but I decided to check that out last.

 

I walked into every room, each one almost being empty. One room, however, had a really old tv just sitting in the middle of the floor. Right in front of the tv was book. I slowly closed the door and moved on, hoping that didn’t have to do with some sort of demonic concept.

 

I finished, but I didn't really want to go into the attic and find a rotting skeleton, so I did what I usually did, and put it off until tomorrow. I was tired despite sleeping so much, so I just plopped face-first on my bed.

Chapter 5

 

***at school***

 

I walked down the hall with Derick, him being the only person I relatively knew since yesterday. I didn’t really talk to him, since the stutter. On the contrary, he loved talking about himself and how the heck he got here, which was low key interesting.

 

All of a sudden, he put his arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer.

 

“I can tell we will be best friends, Darling!”

 

He’s been calling me ‘Darling’ ever since he learned my last name, and I kind of like it. I could feel my face get warm, but I didn’t really know why. I have a crush on Isaac, right? RIGHT?! I could feel my thoughts spinning out of control minute by minute.

 

“Hey, what’s up?”

 

I had been hugging my sketchbook, so I pulled it out and started writing, ‘nah I’m good’, but I got halfway through and he pulled it from my hands.

 

“Don’t be ashamed of your stutter, just say it.”

 

“I-I..”

 

I felt my face get so hot it felt like fire at this point. I bunched up my shoulders, biting my lip. I knew I would humiliate myself if I said something stupid, so I reached for my sketchbook. But of course, he was perfect and was able to dodge me. I gave up and looked down, knowing I wouldn’t be able to get it.

 

Then I realized he was looking through it.

 

“Hey, these are p-”

 

“N-N-N-N-NOOOOO!!!! T-T”

 

“Dang, that was the worst stutter I have ever heard from you, Darling.”

 

“D-DERICK!”

 

“Darling!”

 

I decided to completely give up. Who cares if he sees my drawings? He’ll see them eventually. I look up at him, took a deep breath, and tried my hardest not to stutter.

 

“Fine.”

 

I still had a lisp, but Derick looked at me with complete surprise.

 

“Did some demon take over my Darling?”

 

He laughed. His laugh was the most truthful laugh I’ve ever heard. Well other than...I shook the terrifying thought from my head, focusing on Derick.

 

I looked at him, my face completely saying no. Maybe I don’t need words to communicate which him. I guess I looked absolutely hilarious, because he took one look at my face and doubled over, laughing.

 

“W-w-what?”

 

“You looked so angry it was adorable, Darling.”

 

“N-n-no I-I did not!”

 

I tried grabbing my sketchbook again, but my face ended up planting itself in Derick’s chest. He smelled of cherries, actually. I felt my face get warm and I bet I looked as red as a tomato. I sat there awkwardly, unmoving.

 

He propped me back into a standing position, and he asked if I had a fever. No. I’m just an idiot, that’s all.

 

“No, you don’t. Your face is red haha!”

 

“E-e-e-e-embarassm-ment.”

 

“Bahaha!”

 

“W-what?”

 

“You’re adorable, that’s all.”

 

Suddenly his face got slightly pink, but his amazing freckles hid it. Of course, that made me blush more, opening the thought he may like me. No, he’s too cool. I’m such a dork. And what about Isaac? Am I just too easily flustered or something?

 

I looked down, realized it was my chance, and bolted for the sketchbook. When she was still alive, mom made me run track, and I run a mile everyday, so I was fast. He was surprised by the sudden change of mood, so I succeeded. I looked at him, smiled, and narrowed my eyes.

 

He laughed, completely dumbfounded.

 

“How about I come over to your house? I don’t have anyone at home to talk to so…”

 

I wrote it my sketchbook, saying ‘I don’t either so yeah I guess, unless you count a cat’.

 

He looked at me, happy. This time his face got really red and that caused some sort of chain reaction, each time his face got red, my face got hotter. Each time my face got hotter, his got redder.

 

“Haha..”

 

Nervous laughter. I knew it well. But why is he nervous? I’m nothing to be nervous about. My eyes darted around the halls, suddenly realizing we were the only ones in the hall. Everyone was gone into class.

 

Derick looked around.

 

“There’s nothing wrong with a little skipping class, right?”

 

I wrote ‘i don’t really do anything anyway, so yeah I guess.’ He grabbed my hand, causing my face to become some sort of tomato. He jogged down the hall, dragging me along with him.

 

“D-Derick where a-are we goin-ng?”

 

“Surprise.”

 

I kept quiet, not wanting to ruin it.

 

Before I could squeak out another word, I was on the rooftop. It was cool, just me and him above all of the students learning boring crap about Shakespeare. We sat down, our feet almost dangling over the edge. I realized his hand was still over mine, so I looked at him to see if he knew. He looked out into the distance, his eyes sparkling.

 

My lips suddenly felt a tingle, a longing for something. So I looked away. Longing will always end in hurt. I learned that the hard way.

 

“What would you do if I said that you were my Darling?”

 

I bit my lip.

 

“Y-your D-Darling?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

I took a deep breath, trying to make this sentence as clear as possible for him.

 

“I would b-believe it, because i-it’s true.”

 

He looked away, but from his ears I could tell he was blushing. I suddenly felt as if I needed to hug him, to keep his warm body close to mine. His hand wrapped in mine, our noses touching. My lips tingling again, a longing so strong it was hard to resist. But I did. He’s not gay. All he does is eye girls, wondering which on would be better in bed, right? Yet, I couldn’t stop the longing no matter how hard I tried.

Chapter 6

 

I awoke in a sports car, wondering where I was. Derick was driving. But why? Did I fall asleep on the roof? Apparently I did, cause that’s all Derick talked about.

 

“You were the most adorable thing ever when you slept.”

 

“W-what?”

 

“Oh, nothing.”

 

“Where a-are we g-going?”

 

“My house. I thought since you were asleep you couldn’t tell me directions, so I decided we could stay at my house.”

 

“O-oh.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“A-are we c-c-close?”

 

“Now we’re here, so yeah.”

 

“Oh.”

 

He got out, so I unbuckled, him opening my door for me. I got out, taking in what he said was his house. It looked like every other house in every other neighborhood. Small. Simple..Yet cute.

 

“The great Estate Of De-vile.”

 

I laughed and wrote ‘more like devil’. He laughed along with me.

 

“Very funny.”

 

“R-race y-y-you!”

 

“No fair!”

 

I bolted up the brick stairs to a sort of landing with a door. I looked back at him and he just stood there, looking at me. He smirked, and mouthed ‘sike’. I scowled at him, wondering why he just watched me run up stairs like a child. Idiot. He held up some keys and slid past me, opening the door.

 

I followed him in, seeing a fairly clean kitchen. He closed the door behind me, probably thinking of what a jerk I am. I hadn’t been in a house like this in forever. All of my houses would be considered mansions to this small house.

 

He took my hand and led me up some stairs, most likely taking me to his room. He did. Just we didn’t enter as I expected. Instead he just randomly kissed me, after he closed the door, of course.

 

So this is what I’ve been longing for. I kissed him back, my hands lightly touching his neck. His lips tasted like a mix of mint and cherry. A sweet taste. His warm hands pulled me closer. I was slightly shorter than him, but not too much. Just right. One of his hands had the courage to travel down to my lower back, sending a chill throughout my spine.

 

His other hand traveled ever so slightly up my shirt, the skin of his hand warming my side. My own hands slid down to his chest, creating a sort of wall between us. I wanted this to last forever.

 

But, unfortunately, forever doesn’t exist. He pulled away, smiling. I looked down, being the weeb I am.

 

“Your eyes are stunning. Why do you always hide them with your hair?”

 

“I-I..”

 

“C’mon. It’s just you and me.”

 

“P-people say t-they look l-l-like my m-mother’s eyes..”

 

“Oh.. what happened?”

 

“I-I don’t like t-to talk a-a-about it.”

 

“I respect that.”

 

I felt as if I wanted to tell him everything, but people don’t usually react well to a 17 year old living alone with no family. Imagine another gay 17 year old finding out about that. He’d be over at my house all the time, which would be fine other than the fact that I would be extremely awkward.

 

He moved his head over to my neck, nibbling it lightly. My hand slowly moved to his hair, his own hands exploring my back. If I were to explain this moment in one word, it would be fantastical. His hand moved up my shirt, almost to my shoulder.

 

I heard someone yell his name, and he immediately stopped. I looked straight at him, hoping we could get his tv on fast enough. We did, and whenever a woman walked in his room, who I assumed was his mom, we looked as if we were just best friends playing a video game.

 

“Hey, Deri- Who’s this?”

 

“One of my friends, Levi.”

 

I smiled and waved, hoping I didn’t look guilty in any way.

 

“Oh...well.. Dinner’s gonna be ready soon.”

 

“K, mom.”

 

His mom walked out, and I looked straight at Derick. He looked back at me and laughed, me soon following suit.

 

I felt a buzz in my pocket, so I started to reach for my phone. It was Isaac.

 

Isaac: Hey, what about those drawing lessons?

 

You: I’m sorry, I forgot.

 

Isaac: Nah, it’s all good.

 

You: Haha, but now’s not a good time. I’m sorta busy.

 

Isaac: oh sry.

 

You: No it’s ok.

 

Derick looked over my shoulder, wondering what I was doing.

 

“Who’s that?”

 

“I-Isaac. I-I told him I w-w-would give h-him d-drawing lessons.”

 

“Oh really?”

 

He raised an eyebrow, trying to be funny. But I think there was some truth behind his suspicion.

 

“H-he doesn’t m-m-matter.”

 

“Ok…”

 

I took a risk and kissed him on