Dans La Nuit

I opened my eyes and looked at the alarm clock beside me. It was nine in the morning. I looked down on my chest, Andy’s hand was resting there. I looked at Andy and he was lying on his stomach less than an inch away from me. I softly stroked his wavy brown hair and put my head back down. There was no tapping so the storm must’ve passed through already. I put my hand on top of Andy’s and he lifted his beautiful little head. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He smiled and then kissed my chee

I sat silent in Uncle Jeff’s car. The radio volume was low and the air conditioner was blaring. I leaned my head against the window, staring out at the scenery as it whipped passed us. “You’ll have your own room, you know. The guest room. You can do anything that you want with it. You can paint it, or hang up pictures or posters. Kale has certainly taken a liking to you.” I didn’t feel like answering. I loved uncle Jeff for trying but, I’ve gone through too much lately to care anymore. I j

“Uncle Jeff!” “Hey, my boy Dylan. It’s so good to see you.” My uncle Jeff wrapped his arms around me in a big bear hug. “Let me get a look at you.” Did I mention that my uncle Jeff was my mom’s brother? Yeah, my uncle Jess and my dad were best friends and they married each other’s sisters. It’s kind of weird, but…whatever. “It’s been so long.” said Jeff. “I know, I’m sorry.” “I think of your dad everyday, you know.” “I do too.” I said. “So what’s this mess about your m

“So, what did your grampa say?” asked Andy sitting with his fishing pole in his hand. “He said he was cool.” “He said that he was cool?” “Well, not in those exact words, but he said I could stay here with him.” “Really! So you’re gonna stay!” “Well, he said I also had the option of moving to Portland with my aunt Kat and her family. It would be awesome. I mean, I have three cousins there.” “Oh,” Andy put his head down. “So, I guess that you’ll be better off there.” “Are you

1. The Lake2. First Kiss3. BFF4. Hold Me5. Hilltop Fireworks6. Mommie Dearest7. Wriggling Fish8. Rest Easy9. The Note10. The Storm11. Spectacular! Spectacular! “I know I have some explaining to do.” said Nick. “Damn right you do. Andy was right about you the entire time.” “What? What do you mean?” “He said that when things got tough, you would go running, that you wouldn’t stand by me and he was right. As soon as my mom saw us, you were out the door faster than anyone could sat ‘In t

“Are you sure that you have everything that you need?” “Yes, I’ll be fine. It’s just one day and night.” “You sure? Because I can have Ms. Roark come in and check on you every now and then.” “She’ll probably be doing that anyway. Andy will probably be here. There’s a Sci-Fi marathon on today and we were supposed to watch it.” “Okay, well, you kids don’t get too wild.” “We won’t. Now go or you’re going to be late for the bus.” I said. Grampa walked out of the door and I closed i

The doctor told me that I had two bruised ribs and whoever taped them right away helped them very much. He said they would heal quickly because of it. And a few days later, I could actually walk without any pain. Good thing too because it was the Fourth of July carnival had arrived and I wasn’t about to miss out on it. “So what do you wanna do first the Spin-O-Matic or the Zipper?” I asked Andy as we walked in. “Are you sure you’re well enough to get on these rides?” he asked. “Stop wor

I walked slowly around the lake looking for Nick. Then, I hard him whisper. “Hey, Dylan.” he came out and handed me the bottle. “Take a sip.” I unscrewed the top and took a sip. It burned my throat as it went down. I handed it back to him and he took a big gulp. “So, how are things going with you and grandfather? Do you guys get a long or is he like a hard ass?” asked Nick, handing me back the bottle after he took another gulp. “My grampa can be kinda hard sometimes, but he’s cool. W

I parked in front of the hardware store. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for my first job, but I had to go in whether I liked it or not. I turned off the car and walked into the hardware store. “Just on time.” said Norm. “Nick is in the back sorting out the new shipment. Why don’t you go help him out and I’ll clock you in.” I walked over to the back. I heard clinking and rustling around, so I followed the sound. I saw some guy bent over towards the back of the room. “Hey, I’m Dylan.” “H

“Rise and shine, Dylan. We’re going to the diner to have breakfast.” I slowly opened my eyes and looked at grampa standing over me. I sat up in bed, rubbed my eyes and got up. “I usually just have cereal in the morning.” I said, scratching my bare stomach. “Well not anymore. I always have breakfast at Lucy’s Diner and you’re gonna join me. What kind of a breakfast is cereal anyway. You need a nice nutritious breakfast. A good omelet should do you good.” “Whatever, I’ll get ready.” I

I ran and I ran until I couldn’t run anymore. I hid in an old abandoned warehouse. I could hear the police running after me. I took the jewels that I had stolen and wiped my prints from them. Then, I dropped them on the floor. I ran out of the warehouse, but was immediately caught by some rent a cop security guard. “Gotcha ya little fucker.” the chubby guard said. “Let me go, rent a cop.” “Original,” he chuckled. “Let’s go.” * * * The judge let me off with a warning since it

Dylan Summers is sent to live with his grandfather in Meek, Oregon (not a real town). There he makes more friends than he's ever had in his life.

I woke up the next morning next to Andy. I got out of bed and started pacing the room. I was too preoccupied to sleep. I was constantly thinking of my little brother. Would I ever get to know him? Would I ever fix things with my mother? Did I even want to fix things with my mother? I heard Andy rustling in the bed. He sat up and smiled at me. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I can’t stop thinking about that letter and, and Ethan.” Andy sleepily got up and wrapped his arms around my waist f

We all sat around the table passing around bowls and platters of food to serve ourselves. Dylan’s uncle Smith carved the turkey, passing around slices of breast and then we started to eat. “Hun, this is great.” Smith commented on the food. “Thank you dear.” Carol answered. Silverware chimed against the china and chewing noises were muffled by closed mouths. Suddenly there was a light on Carol’s face that wasn’t there before. She looked to Dylan and me which made me a little nervous.

Me, Andy, and his mom and sister followed Kat, Jeff, Jasper, and the kids in my dingy car as they drove in the SUV. I suddenly knew where Andy got his habit of singing along with the radio from. He mom did it almost the entire way there, though not in annoying way. Much like Andy, she did it in a quiet, discreet way. We arrived in Eugene right on schedule. It was about three hours before dinner time. The first person I saw was my aunt Carol who gave me a big aunt Carol type hug. “Carol, yo