Run Run as Fast as You Can: Part 1

I like sleep. I like sleep a lot. I like sleep because it provides a prologue, sorry it's a good place to dream, and because the rest of the day sucks. When you get up in the morning you hope for a good day, and feel all rested, and on rare occasions, ready to take on the world. Those hopes are crushed once you get to school/work. It's at that point that this day would be the same day as the day before that and the day before that and the day before that and so on and so forth, exclude all holidays and vacations from this list. Same people, same things, same places. Then you get home, and most likely repeat the routine that keeps you from starving, or to fend off all of the boredom that life lays on your plate. Then at the end of the day which drags on soooooo long, you're finally stoned enough to think "Maybe tomorrow will be better" and dreaming starts again. A reality better than our own. Where everything is the way it should be, well in the eyes of the dreamer.

But as always, the world, being the little bitch it is, wakes me early. Oh so conveniently there was a line of sunlight washing over only my eyes. Don't you hate it when objects, specifically blinds hate you. I squint a little to see a girl lifting one of the segments of my curtain, and by the way she was standing she was nowhere near happy. Correction, don't you hate it when you're siblings hate you, and wake you up early to show it? I sure do. But Lizzy didn't really do this sort of thing without a reason. And judging by the look on her face, she had a reason to be pissed.

"Date." She demanded.

"Uhhhhh. June 25th." I replied slowly. I'm not quite as witty when I'm sleepy. Just throwing that out there.

"Correct for once." Lizzy said, with a highly noticeable annoyed edge. "And what happens on June 25th?" she continued.

"No more school?" I said, instinctively raising my fist. I seriously had no idea what she was talking about, but it was important.

"No moron." She answered, as if I had just said the answer to 2+2 was fish. She sighed, defeated, as most do when my veil of faked idiocy falls over them. "To save some time, it's my birthday Fly."

I sat up in my bed and tilted my head to the right. "Your what now?" I said smirking. Lizzy crossed her arms, and stomped her foot, which made the entire room shake, which was odd considering her size, but if you knew her like I did, you would understand.

"Please just shut up and get you're ass down stairs, before I have to kick it there." she said angrily, before storming off to the door. I was still smirking, quite pleased with myself.

"Awwww, so you do love me." I replied, still trying a little to piss her off. She stiffened, and spun on her heel, she was so pissed. Yep I had hit a nerve. She glared at me, vicously, but then added a toothy grin.

"Well Flit, we all no that's a lie. But of course mom has a soft spot for little pricks like you." she snarled. This was my cue to back off, but I still smirked at her. Not a smart move to make when she's this mad, but what can I say? I'm a risk taker. But I didn't come back. She just gave me a disgusted look, and then turned back, heading for the stairs.

I sighed. Then furiously turned and punched my pillow. I hate hate hate that name. Flit. That wasn't my name, not anymore. I am Flynn. Flit was somebody else, that wasn't me. But my teen angst could wait. I checked the clock. 11:37 AM.

"Shit. I hate it when I can't sleep in." I muttered, and slowly got out of bed, and headed to the door where a towel hung on my door. Though I didn't act it I had this entire day memorized, what we would do, and who we would be seeing. The other two would be here soon. 12:00 is when Lilly said that they would come. And for Lilly that meant sharp. Richard would most likely be late. I smiled a little. That was so like them. I walked out the door clad in plaid pajama pants, and then headed down the hall focused on a white door with a tiny scorch mark, a pyro maniac me had made there a long time ago. I took a quick shower, an act where I wont go into detail, but where I continued to dream, day dream of the day to come. I wanted everything to be perfect. I got out of the shower, and brushed my teeth, after trying to find a roughly three minute long song on my iPod. I pushed the minutes today and went with "Can't Stop" by the Red Hot Chilly Peppers. I looked in the mirror, my short dark red hair still found a way to look wild, and my peepers looked as light green as ever. Other than that my long bony face looked in tact. And if I may say so myself, I looked damn fine. Other than that, I think I'll just throw in that I'm about six feet, you know, I couldn't really find an excuse.

After this I went back to my room, and checked the clock, 11:59. If I hurried. I quickly grabbed a pair of jeans, a black belt, and a smiley face shirt. I grabbed my phone, and wallet, and shoved them in my pockets. I took out my phone. I didn't want it today, and I wouldn't need it. I walked down the narrow hallway once more turned at the door to the bathroom, and walked down the stairs. At the bottom, I looked through the sliding doors, that were almost completely windows, except for a white frame with handles into mom's studio, as she worked with a determined face. Her long silky black hair was in a poney tail to keep it out of her face as her tall skiny body hunched over her drawing table, which was rarely used. Estelle Desmarques rarely drew, she was a painter, even though her strenght was drawing. She never accepted that. She was just that stubborn. She was told that she had an amazing talent for sketching, and for pencil work, she asked about her painting. They said she was good, but that she could really go somewhere with her drawing. Naturally, she pursued painting instead.

Estelle had heard me walking down the stairs, she turned her head and smiled. at me, pushing back her small round glasses. I couldn't help but smile back. She could make the world bright no matter what the circumstances with that smile. Scrooge himself could not resist. Her eyes were olive green. Light, and a color that was not usually pretty, but she could pull it off.

She came to the door still smiling. "Good morning Flynn, have a good sleep?" she asked. She didn't even seem angry that I had just gotten up.

"Yeah. Thanks Estelle." was all I said. I noticed that unlike the usual, she wasn't wearing ratty painting clothes, but a long black dress, and a necklace with a topaz at the center, with matching ear rings. But she got a bit of a sad look in her eyes when I had called her by name. I needed to cover myself.

"What's the occasion?" I asked. playing a little dumb. Her smile never faded even if she was sad, but mine had. It was sad that I could never call her mom to her face, I don't know why, I just can't.

"Well it is your sister's birthday, so I thought I would dress up a bit. And if there is one thing I like about drawing, it's the lack of mess." Estelle replied, with her thick Itallian accent. I smiled at her, and nodded in agreement.

"Ciao bella!" called the farmiliar voice of Angelo Desmarque AKA: Dad. He walked out of the kitchen and towards Estelle and they met eyes, and they both looked so happy, and so loving. A shining in his blue eyes, and huge smile, and to see Estelles look I would just have to imagine her face with the same look. Angelo had short curly black hair, and roundish face, but a roman nose came out in front of him.

Now to understand why I look so different from my two parents, then you need to know that we are in fact not blood related. Not even me and Lizzy, though we've known each other most of our lives. We we're adopted five years ago, but that's another story. I watched the couple, that still looked as care free as teenagers, kiss. I have to say it was kind of cute. They we're easily the most happy married couple I'd ever seen, and the coolest. I had a cool artist mom, who could name any pop culture reference current and twenty years before she was born, and a university english teacher dad, who could really rock at guitar. Plus they we're just cool parents in general.

"I've gotta go. Angelina needs some help." said Angelo, a little sad.

"Ugh, another boy friend gone? You're sister really needs to learn to hold onto a man." replied Estelle, teasingly.

"Want to give her some pointers?" asked Angelo, smiling at her, and put his arms around her waist. She put her arms around his neck.

"You know how much I would love to, but I have to stay here with the kids." she replied jokingly, but still like she was letting somebody down.

"We can watch ourselves, plus we we're going to head out anyways." I put in. It might be better not to have them both around anyways. Today was... private.

Estelle didn't quite pick that up, but Angelo got it. "Yeah. You'll have your time to smother you're daughter later, let's go to Angelina." he said, trying to convince her to leave.

Estelle got a little panicky, as Angelo playfully pushed her along. She had a worried look on her face, like we would be kidnapped if she weren't there. "Don't hesitate to call, and don't go too far from the house, and-"

"We'll be fine Estelle." I said, chuckling a little, and Angelo joined in. We all knew how protective Estelle was. It was a little needless though, and Angelo knew it too. They had come to the pair five years ago after a "kidnapping", as the police had called it. They we're tough.

Estelle looked at me with tears in her eyes. Now I felt kind of bad. "I love you Flynn, protect Lizzy." she said. I resisted the urge to laugh at the last part of the statement, Liz hardly needed protecting.

"I will. I love you too Estelle." I said. A little forced, but I guess it was true. Or I at least owed her enough to lie. She smiled at me, and my heart hurt a little. Yeah, I lied, I'm pretty sure. I couldn't meet her teary eyes, but she remained oblivious. She was pushed out the door after Angelo gave me a thanking look. It meant a lot to him too. And once they we're gone, I turned around and headed in the direction that Angelo had come. The kitchen. I looked at the clock as I came in the door. 12:06, apparently Lilly's perfect time was finally-

"You're late asshole." said Lilly, sitting in a chair near the door. I pretended like I hadn't nearly jumped up in the air in surprise. It couldn't fool her though, I knew that. I gave her a one over, it had been months since we had last seen each other. She still had long light brown hair running down to about the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her hazel eyes were oddly angry. Who am I kidding, around me that isn't uncommon, but the way she looked at everybody else, with kindness and caring, it was obvious I was one of her pet peeves, but I could live with that. She wore jeans, a pink tank top with a flowers here and there, underneath a denim jacket. A silver butterfly necklace with some sort of crystal imitation on the center, and wings. And for shoes, a pair of plaid converse. Other than that she wore no make up, which wasn't surprising for her. She was my good old Sarah Plain and Tall.

"What did I do this time?" I asked. Lilly glared at me, then stood up. I hate it when she stands up, she makes a point of being just as tall as me, all the time. It's creepy, I have this feeling she is affecting her growth with sheer will power. But she is always as tall as me, no matter what.

"I got a call from Tammy." Lilly replied. "You're as of the end of the school year, which was what, three days ago, ex girlfriend. She screamed at me about how I was a giant flaming bitch for stealing you from her." she continued furiously I could see a sort of fire in her eyes. Something that was common between the two of us. I glanced at the clock. 12:07. Half an hour up, and I have gone through this much bull shit. Admirable isn't it?

"I do not know how she got you're information, I swear, and you have no worry of me being stolen by you. I mean, come on, I can do so much better." I said sarcastically, but evenly. Her glare became more intense.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about Flit! You know why I have a problem with this! Because you did it again! You have to stop drawing these girls in!" she screamed. We had had this fight so many times before that I just stood there, staring at her, not even caring about her calling me Flit, that was actually used in the appropriate context. "You have to stop pretending to love them! You can't just go about with anybody whenever you want!" she continued. That got to me.

"What the hell do you know Lilly! You weren't there! You don't know how I felt about Tamira! And you certainly don't know anything about why I had to leave her!" I screamed, losing my cool. It had been worn down more than usual today, and Lilly just... she had that effect on me. She could make me lose control.

"I fucking know why you had to leave her Flit! Don't say I don't! The date on it's own tells me why! This happens every fucking year! You know why you can't date unless you are absolutely sure! It's too dangerous!" she yelled, our voices ran through the house, I tried to imagine what Lizzy was thinking, but stopped as soon as Lilly stopped her little yelling part, because it was my turn.

"It's been 'too dangerous' for five years now Lilly! We can stop now! It's over! We've let that hell hole rule our lives even after we left it behind us! Why can't we finally just be normal! Like we dreamed of, like we're supposed to be, like why we even left!" I yelled. She slapped me, and my face turned to the window. It was a nice day outside. I turned back to her, and saw a little bit of moisture at the bottom of her eyes. They were now sad eyes, still angry, but hurt as well.

"Don't you dare say that Flynn. Don't you dare. It'll never be safe, and you know it. Gavin should have at least taught you that much." she said, on the verge of sobbing. She wouldn't. She wouldn't let me see her that vulnerable. She covered her face, and I came closer to her, and wrapped my arms around her. She normally wasn't this emotional, but when she was she needed a boost.

"Stop crying. You look more like shit when you do that. And Lizzy needs you to be strong." I told her. This was my special brand of pick me up. Lily understood. "You're right. She said, wiping away what little bit of tearing there was. I heard Lizzy coming down the stairs, and let go of Lilly. Liz rounded the end of the staircase and looked us both. She had obviously heard the yelling, otherwise she would have ran over and greeted Lilly properly, instead she just said. "Ricky called. He's meeting us at the park." Lilly smiled at her sweetly.

"That's great." she said, always happy to see Lizzy. "Shall we go then?" she asked both of us. I knew half of this was an act, but I went along with it.

"Sure, yeah, let's go." I said, grabbing a picnic basket that Angelo had made. I checked to make sure that he had packed some cool Itallian thing. Angelo never disappoints. There was pasta, and some home made real pizza, and the full authentic Itallian deal. Lilly grabbed her own bag.

Lizzy smiled at us, for at least trying to get along. And the three of us headed out the door, all wearing smiles on the gorgeous day in June. We wore smiles for Liz's birthday, but we all secretly frowned internally at the anniversarry we should be celebrating.

(This was supposed to be longer and actually explain some stuff, but I cut it short to post it today. I'll see about getting up a part two for tomorrow, that will basically be the stuff that I was going to add to part two.)