Clay's Story Starter

NOTE: I wasn't that into this story starter, I'm afraid, so I just did something. The story was originaly about a college guy and his four year old sister he hardly knows and bonding while being locked outof their house. Then on a whim I decided the boy aka Parker was something of a delinquent in his teen years. Of course, any delinquent would try to break into his own house. So he tried. In this process he sees and old friend and long story short I was planning on having the classic friend-comes-home-from-college-and-falls-for-old-friend story. Yeah I know, stupid cheesey, and over done which is exactly why I quit in the middle of a conversation. The writing also kinda sucked too because of my un-enthusiasm so there's another good reason. Anyways, here's my story that rots my soul because I wrote something so stupid and uncreative adn over all LAME! It pains me to post this on my birthday... Will try to make up for it later.

“Eat my peanuts butter!” she yelled.

Parker sighed, “No. That’s not peat butter.”

“Eat my peanuts butter.”

“No matter how much you yell I am not eating that.”

“Eat it or I’ll tell Mommy you were mean to me.”

He eyed the goopy mess the little girl held out to him, for a three year old she had a lot of determination. “Look, sis, there is about a 96 percent chance that whatever you made that out of could kill a person. Peanut butter is not purple and green.”

“Mine is. Now eat it! Eat my peanuts butter!”

Where was she? Mom was supposed to be here half an hour ago. Of course she was always late. “And it’s not ‘peanuts’ butter. Just peanut. Peanut butter. No s.”

“NUH-UH! MY PEANUTS BUTTER!”

The young man groaned, he didn’t do well with children, that’s why his parents had other children after he went to college. “How did you come out of the same parents as me,” he asked the little girl without really expecting an answer.

“Because mommy couldn’t keep it in her pants. EAT!”

Parker reeled back, “What did you just say?”

Her angry face fell into one of perpetual fear. “Don’t tell Mommy and Daddy I said that.”

A laugh coated his exhausted voice, “Tell you what, if don’t make me eat you PEANUT butter, I won’t tell Ma what you said.”

She squinted at him suspiciously. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Pinky promise,” she insisted. Their pinkies latched, his strong one to her sticky little one. “Good,” she said giddy all at once. “Will you play Shoots and Ladders with me?”

Childish mood swings, classic. “Is it inside?”

“Oh yeah,” she pouted, “I’m tired of sitting on the porch, I want to go inside.”

“Me too,” he leaned against the front door and stared at the cars going by in front of his old house. “Are you sure Mom said two thirty?”

Lindsey pulled up her shirt sleeve and revealed a number etched in ink. “Two thirty,” she recited. She was right.

“Damn,” he whispered closing his eyes. The worst part was that it could be another hour until they got into the old house. Bart, their father, was a respected and hard working plumber who would most likely be home late while Beatrice, their mother, was a flying-by-the-seat-of-her-pants woman who had no job title because she couldn’t keep one. Oh yeah, Parker had great roots.

Suddenly he felt something on his chest. His eyes darted open to see little Lind’s head resting on him with the rest of her body curled up close to him. As much as Parker was not a man who was comfortable around kids, he couldn’t bring himself to shoo his own little sister. “You okay,” he asked gently.

Her big green eyes looked up at him, “I’m getting cold. Daddy said winter was coming on quick and he would be fixing a lot of frozen pipes soon but Mommy said he was being silly.”

“What do you think?”
                “I think Daddy was right.”

“Usually is if the argument is between those two.” Lindsey nodded in a way that made Parker grin.

“She should be here soon. If not I’ll break in.”

The small girl giggled. “You’re going to break in?”
                “It used to be my house too,” he said leaning up to take off his coast and wrap it around her little shoulders. “I’m going to go check the windows, stay here and be look out for me, will ya?”

Her eyes lit up, “Be look out? Like a spy?”

“Yeah,” he said with a chuckle, “like a spy. I’ll be right back.”

“Yes sir!”

Shaking his head Parker turned the corner; maybe having a little sister wouldn’t be too awful if he only saw her so often. The white second story house stood before him , how his parents had managed to afford and keep this house all these years would always be a mystery to him. What was not a mystery was how to break into it. When he was a teen he had often forgotten his key or lost it, being the delinquent he had been. Leather jacket and all. The lattice was still in place and the window to his old room was the easiest one to pry open, that is, if his tool was still stashed nearby. “Worth a shot,” he figured and began to scale the wall precariously. Only one or two of the boards broke, the Morning Glories and their vines probably helped, but nonetheless he made it to the second floor just as easy as he had four years ago.

“Please be here,” he coaxed the house searching for his old knife to wedge the window open. “If I did for nothing . . .” Alas, nothing was poking out to him. The hole was still though—

“OUCH! Son of a beach. What the hell was that,” he hissed looking at his bleeding finger.

“Your parents have been having rodent problems for a while, evidently biting rodents,” came a voice from below. A sweet, familiar, lovely voice. Parker smiled and looked down, sure enough Melanie was looking up at him with a bright smile.

“How long have you been there?”

“I was coming over to see you as soon as I saw you in the yard, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop you. Watching you make a fool of yourself is one of my favorite past times.”

“This little town must have been unbearable without me then, it’s so dull already.”

She rolled her eyes and made a flat face. “You have no idea.”

“Hey, do know if those little rats have my knife in there or do I need to break a window?”
                She shrugged, “I’ve haven’t ever climbed your wall so I suppose I wouldn’t know. Maybe it’s still there though.”

Melanie and Parker had been best friends in high school, she had much more of a goody-goody than he ever was but he had needed someone to trust and she had needed to blow off some steam. He had missed her in the city, even if he hadn’t realized it yet.. “Well I’m not risking rabies again for ‘maybe’ I’m afraid.”

“Don’t blame you,” she said.

“Unless you’re enjoying the view, I suppose I could stay up here a little longer,” he said with a grin.

Mel’s eyes darted to the ground and she went bright red, “Oh, shut up.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help it. Coming down so watch it.” He scaled down a bit, then jumped just to rattle his old friend a bit. Her little gasp and flinch was worth a little pain in his knees. “Scaring you is one of my favorite past times.”

“Oh I’m sure you’ve found someone in the city to terrorize.”

“No one as much fun as you.”