Serenity rested in the morning of an approaching storm. Grey clouds covet the sky, the trees pleaded for their wash of dihydrogen oxide, streets leaked with the dryness and gravel that will guide those in fear of the clapping and laughing of what a storm can carry. Everything about the morning prior a storm captivated the nefarious Venice. Often on these forenoon, the brunette embraced herself to the scenery adding to the danger that will alert. Though, she also needed the lonesome.
With the recent news of Sylvia O’Neill, her mind did not slumber during the night passing twelve. Her eyes remained open, examining the truth that feathers behind such travesty. She felt no guilt. She felt no sadness. After all, she did not know of the girl. Just another lost soul who was reinforced for potential. It proves now that she held no justice since she could not simply survive the ritual all went through. What kept Venice up during the night was not knowing the whole story. Being accustomed to knowing all by being the vice, she felt cheated out. Pushed aside.
Twisting her fingers through the untamed mane above her head, the pale figure entered the mansion with silent steps. The city had forgotten her lighter inside, and she was in dying need of a cigarette. Smoking always eased her. Instead of finishing her route, she spotted a familiar body and a devious smile rose over her lips. Maybe this could be a better distraction. Bother the boy who seems to not want to be here.
“Howdy, cowboy. How is my favorite lad in the house?” It was lie that slipped. Even the blind could see that Gabriel could not be her favorite from the bunch. Though, it does not hurt to speak of such sin. “Tell me you are not studying? What a bore you can be?”
Most nights Gabriel didn’t go to sleep. Someone called it insomnia, he prefered to call it a side-effect of his own little happy trail of pills. Usually he sat in the corner of the window, reading a book or typing on a computer. He knew very well how the others in the house thought of him, how he was the weirdo who didn’t wish to get close to anyone or join in on the nightly fun. He wasn’t invited often either, but he didn’t care.
It was interesting though, sitting up like this every night. Sometimes one of the girls would come down in the pj’s crying and urging their way for the ice cream box in the freezer. He usually blamed it on a movie- Often one written by Nicholas Sparks. However, those weren’t the only ones lurking in and out of the house- The boys sometimes brought friends home, so did the girls for that matter and then they’d just awkwardly laugh before they ran up to have their animal fun. Gabe didn’t care though, he noticed things but they were never in fact useful.
This night though it was Venice. He knew her well enough, he would regard them as friends even if they didn’t hang out too often. He gently lifted his eyes from the book he had in his hands. He gave her a crooked smile before turning the book in her direction. “Not school actually- this is purely for my amusement.” He chuckled and scratched his neck, closing the book now that she was there. “I guess it still gives you the right to call me a bore.” He smiled at her, adjusting his seating so she could join him, if she wanted to. “Why are you out so late?”
