Snakebite
Photo albums and Home videos.
Cailin's POV.
I walk down the stairs and head out of the exit of the office, and there he is again. I find myself staring at him for too long and he looks up and gives me a small smile before sitting into his car and driving off. I quickly go into my car and when I get out of the car park I decide I'm going to go to my Aunt Andrea's, I'm not going to tell her about 'mystery man', Chris is dead, he is and that's just how it is, I'm looking to deep into this..
My car comes to a halt just outside the door of Aunt Andrea's house, I look up to the oak tree that's In the front yard and see the red treehouse that's still there, Chris' dad built it for him at Christmas and he loved it. I remember how we went up their after school all the time, I always came back to his house after school since he lived closer to the school and my parents worked. When we were in elementary school, we went up their and played with cereal box toys and action figures. In middle school, we bitched about our teachers and listened to green day and in High school we gossiped about the popular kids and listened to Slipknot.
I knocked the door and Aunt Andrea stepped out.
"Cailin sweetie , how are you?" She greeted.
"I'm fine, I was wondering can we...um look at some photos of Chris and watch some videos, please." I asked while she led me to the lounge where I took a seat on one of the faux leather couches.
"Sure sweetie, just one second." She replied then went off.
She came back a few minutes later with photo albums and DVDs in one hand a plate of biscuits in the other, She put the items down on the coffee table in front of us and opened up a leather bound album. I look through the pages and see photos of Chris from when he was just born, a little boy sitting on his grandpa's lap and eating and ice-cream, his first day of high school and his first football game. I wipe away the tears that form in my eyes and hand my Aunt a tissue. Next we watch the videos, There's a video of him as a baby rolling around on a play mat and we "aww"ed when we saw him try to hold up his head and he lets out a squeal, Next there's a video of us playing soccer at our grandparents house on Thanksgiving and finally there's one of his first show he played just before he died.
I decide that it's time for me to go, I hug my Aunt goodbye and walk to my car. While I'm driving down the 404 I can't shake the image of the man from today, It's crazy I know and I'm overreacting but he's just so much like Chris.
I walk down the stairs and head out of the exit of the office, and there he is again. I find myself staring at him for too long and he looks up and gives me a small smile before sitting into his car and driving off. I quickly go into my car and when I get out of the car park I decide I'm going to go to my Aunt Andrea's, I'm not going to tell her about 'mystery man', Chris is dead, he is and that's just how it is, I'm looking to deep into this..
My car comes to a halt just outside the door of Aunt Andrea's house, I look up to the oak tree that's In the front yard and see the red treehouse that's still there, Chris' dad built it for him at Christmas and he loved it. I remember how we went up their after school all the time, I always came back to his house after school since he lived closer to the school and my parents worked. When we were in elementary school, we went up their and played with cereal box toys and action figures. In middle school, we bitched about our teachers and listened to green day and in High school we gossiped about the popular kids and listened to Slipknot.
I knocked the door and Aunt Andrea stepped out.
"Cailin sweetie , how are you?" She greeted.
"I'm fine, I was wondering can we...um look at some photos of Chris and watch some videos, please." I asked while she led me to the lounge where I took a seat on one of the faux leather couches.
"Sure sweetie, just one second." She replied then went off.
She came back a few minutes later with photo albums and DVDs in one hand a plate of biscuits in the other, She put the items down on the coffee table in front of us and opened up a leather bound album. I look through the pages and see photos of Chris from when he was just born, a little boy sitting on his grandpa's lap and eating and ice-cream, his first day of high school and his first football game. I wipe away the tears that form in my eyes and hand my Aunt a tissue. Next we watch the videos, There's a video of him as a baby rolling around on a play mat and we "aww"ed when we saw him try to hold up his head and he lets out a squeal, Next there's a video of us playing soccer at our grandparents house on Thanksgiving and finally there's one of his first show he played just before he died.
I decide that it's time for me to go, I hug my Aunt goodbye and walk to my car. While I'm driving down the 404 I can't shake the image of the man from today, It's crazy I know and I'm overreacting but he's just so much like Chris.
