I looked at my house from the outside. It was a small house on the East side of Tulsa; where most of my extended family lived. My house was a small blue house with white shudders on every window, the grass cut and the hedge neatly trimmed. The garden was full of life; as it is every year. In the backyard was a deck, and behind a small fence was a little river that ran through. A small garage was detached from the house that my dad uses to build things. This house was the house that my dad grew up in.
When we moved here from England when I was four, my dad was given the house because his parents were dead. I don't remember how it looked when we first saw it, but I remember how much pain it caused my dad to just look at it. Half a year later of work, a new paint coat and new grass seed, the house became livable. It's been that way ever since.
I got out of my car and shut the door, swinging my backpack onto my shoulder. I walked over to the front door and opened the screen, finding the main door open. I could hear my mom in the kitchen doing dishes, and I smiled when I heard my sister's voice. I toed off my shoes and walked into the kitchen, kissing my mom's cheek and sitting beside my sister at the kitchen table.
"Hi Sebastian!" She said, her hazel eyes full of energy and her black curls bouncing.
"Hey there Sarah! How was school today?" I asked and she grinned and started telling me about the butterfly that her kindergarten class would be growing. I listened to her, while digging out my calculus homework. It was my final year at Will Rodgers, and I was thankful.
"Where's Alex?" My mother asked, and I quickly finished an equation before answering,
"Basketball practice, he said Billy was giving him a ride home Ma." I told her and she smiled, claiming she should have remembered.
Not too soon after I finished my homework, the screen door opened and slammed shut. In walked my best friend, and my girlfriend. I smiled at both, and they in turn greeted us.
"Are you hungry?" My mother asked, and both shook their heads,
"No, but thank you for the offer Aunt Ceola," Marti said. Marti, my girlfriend, had long brown hair, light brown eyes that were full of love and laughter, and luscious eyelashes. She smiled at me and came over, kissing my cheek. Marti was Steve Randle's oldest, and she had a younger brother; Steve Jr. She, like her father had an interest in cars and would watch the races religiously. Her brother was the same way.
Tommy smiled and shook his head,
"Thank you anyways Aunt Cee." He said, and my mom smiled at him. She thought of him as her adopted son, because he was always here. Tommy and I were more like brothers than best friends. We both had light eyes, almost the same shade of grey, the same dark brown hair, and both of us were sixteen. The only difference between us was a few inches, and a few more muscles.
"You wanna head out man?" Tommy asked, and I looked at Marti.
"You two go," She said smiling. "I'll stay here and help out a bit." I nodded and kissed her head, walking with Tommy to the front door and we pulled on our shoes. I yelled a quick goodbye to the girls and we left.
"What do ya wanna do man?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"Where's the rest of the gang?" I asked and he shrugged.
"Steve is working, Austin is with his girl, Sam is also working, and my cousins are at home like the good children they are." He said, and I chuckled.
"So you must be so bad then right? Skipping homework time?" I asked and he laughed it off. We both knew he was getting an above eighty average.
"Alright," I said sighing. "Let's go to Two-bit's and bug Sam." Tommy nodded and we crossed the road and walked in silence for a while.
"How's Anne?" I asked him, and he shrugged.
"Her parents still don't like me." He shrugged. "It's only because I'm a greaser, and they openly told me too." We stopped at the corner of Pickett and Sutton, and turned left.
"So what are you going to do about it?" I asked him and he shrugged.
"I'll keep dating her... But I guess her parents won't know. Man, she told me she loved me." I felt my eyes go wide.
"Love you? What did you say?"
"Yeah 'love'. And... I didn't do anything." I sighed. Tommy was hard to get to sometimes. We stopped walking when we got to the diner. Two-bit's, as it was called, was a family diner that served beer. He bought the diner from an old man who was too old to maintain it, and its family owned and operated. All of us have had a job there at some point in time, because Two-bit hates asking "outsiders" for employment.
We walked in and Sam looked up from washing the tables. He grinned, and his hair was greased as usual, the same way his father greased his. Sometimes they looked like brothers. He had on a white shirt with grease stains with jeans, a small apron and a cloth hanging out of his back pocket.
"Hey guys!" He said, standing up. We smiled and walked over. "Here take a seat! I'll go grab some milkshakes and be back okay?" He said and walked into the back. Tommy and I sat in the booths and I started toying with a napkin. I heard giggling and looked up to see some soc girls sitting there staring at Tommy and I. One with long blonde hair smiled and waved at me. I narrowed my eyes and looked back down. A few minutes later I heard them get up and looking over I saw them leaving with angry expressions. I rolled my eyes. Chicks now a days.
"Here we are!" Sam said as he brought out some shakes, two chocolate and one vanilla. He handed the vanilla to Tommy and the chocolate to me. Both looked at me when I sighed.
"What's up man?" Tommy asked.
"Well... You guys have to swear not to say anything." Both of my closest friends nodded. "I heard my mom and dad talking to the doctor a while ago... After... Will died. The doctor said there is nothing to explain the sudden death... He asked my parents if there was anything that may have... Been out of the ordinary.
My mom said that when she was younger... Her two older siblings died... And the doctor told her the same thing. The uh... Doctor told my mom that if her siblings died of it... Then it's possible that it's a gene and it's hereditary." I said. Tommy and Sam stayed quiet for a few moments, and then looked at me.
"That means... You got it too?" Sam asked quietly, and I nodded.
"They all died... When they were seventeen."