Aaron has a pretty big place for the area we live in. It's not a mansion, but it's big enough. I wouldn't want a big house. It would feel empty. But Aaron's house, somehow, feels welcoming. He lives on his own, I mean with Daron, since he had a huge fight with his parents. They pay for his rent but they don't live together. I think it's a good idea to take a break from each other.

The building has wooden walls with large windows that are high enough so that you can't spy on the people inside. The door is also wooden, but made with darker wood. There are red flowers down the sides of the walkway. Not anything fancy like roses. I think they are poppies? I don't know flowers very well.

Should I knock? I never have before. But now, is different. It has been forever since we've talked. Plus Daron might get mad.

"Come in already! I can hear you hesitating. It's irritating!"

Speak of the devil.

I open the door and allmost bump into Daron, who was waiting directly in front of the doorway.

"Sorry" I whispered under my breath.

He moves to the side, leaving room for me to come in. This feels really awkward. Once I get inside, he shuts the door behind me and leaves to the kitchen. It was to the left and in the open. It had a beautiful counter in the center. The counter was white with a bit of grey mixed in and yet spotless. The outside of the hoise is all wood, but the inside is all shiny. I don't know what else to say. The floor of the kitchen part is made out of grey tiles and the cabnets on the walls were creamy grey like the counter but a bit darker.

"Want anything?"

"Nah, I came prepared." I lift up my bag of snacks slightly up and get a nod in return.

"You can use the guest room. I think you should know where it is."

Aaron and Daron's parents live in a HUGE house in Windfeild which is pretty far. This house was used when ever he had special lessons with a private tutor. He hated traveling constantly and their tutor didn't have enough time to drive there so they decided to buy a temporary home. Aaron would live here for a few days then go back home. His school from his home town had a pretty good connection with our elementaryschool. He was able to go to both schools with no problem. I was friends with him back then. Good friends. I came over quite often, once his lessons were over of course.

I take my shoes off and start to walk throughout the house.

Across from the kitchen is the living room. A leather couch is there with a long, but short, blackish brown table in the center. The televison is huge and the speakers were loud! I'm starting to feel like my adoptive home is kinda boring compared to this. I don't really care for TV, but imagine all the games you could play with all those consoles. I think they added more too. There is a door on the right side of tge TV. I think that was were his parents used to sleep.

I feel kinda sleepy.

I make my way to the hallway. The left door was slightly open. It's Aaron and Daron's room. By what I can tell, it looks emptier than I though. In my head, I imagined that it would be filled with nerdy stuff like dungeons and dragons. Maybe he outgrown all that. I keep walking because I don't want to invade his privacy. Even people like Daron has things he might want to keep to himself. I'm pretty sure it's nothing like a porno collection, but there must be something worth hiding.

At the other side of his doorway is the bathroom. At the end of the hall is the guess room. I don't remember much of the other two rooms. I think one of them is a closet or something. There is an attic too. We weren't allowed to go up there when we were kids. It's probably because they stored stuff up there that they didn't want us to break or get into.

The guest room is as empty as ever. Nothing but a bed, empty closet and a small table with an alarm clock. It's nice to see that nothing changed. It's as if it was waiting for my return. When we were younger, I came over a few times for the night. Aaron and I both slept in this room together. We would've gone to Aaron's bedroom, but when ever we talked in the night we'd get in trouble. For some reason, we never got caught talking in this room. It's probably because it's the furhest room.

I shut the door and fall into bed out of exhaustion. All of the stress and pressure is starting to get to me. I feel so overwhelmed that I can't breathe. I hate this. I hate all of it. It's so damb hard to be me. Yeah I know I should be greatful. I get food, a roof over my head and education. But maybe I don't care about all that stuff. Maybe I don't want it. At this point, I rather be back at the orphanage or live on the streets! The worse thing is, people would kill to have my life! I should be lucky. But I don't want my life they could take it for all I care! It hurts. Why does it hurt?