City Lights

"Charlie!" the teenager called, and the black haired man looked up from his newspaper. He smiled at the sight of his niece. "Shay!" he exclaimed, pushing himself up from the rusty chair that's been laying on the porch since forever. Ronald passed his black haired daughter, leaving his wife to struggle with six suitcases. Her bright eyes glared at him as he casually strolled up to the porch, and Shay shook her head. "Charles, good to see you." He shook his brother's hand, looking at the house with slight disgust. The two brothers grew up in that house, but Ronald never quite liked it. If Charlie was being frank, he always felt as though the house didn't like Ronald either.  "It's Charlie, Ronny." the younger brother said, trying to hit a nerve- unsuccessfully so. Ronald barely even noticed the fact he was trying to do so. "I see you're still not taking care of the yard." Ronald stated simply as he walked past his brother. "Hi Charlie," Shay said, looking at her uncle with a sheepish smile. "How's my favorite niece doing these days?" he asked, hugging her. "I'm your only niece." "Don't be so technical with me." Shay laughed, "help someone?" her mother called. "Just a moment," Shay and Charlie called, both getting rid of anything they were holding and rushing to help the woman. :: "Why did you move?" Charlie asked Shay as the two finished the pizza, after escaping the horror of Ronald trying to make the house perfect. Or "presentable", as he put it. Charlie and Shay always did strife in a messy enviorment. "Well..." Shay stared at the ceiling for few seconds. She took a bite, and after swallowing licked her lips, "my problems got to them." Shay straightened her beanie, "aren't you hot with that thing?" "I'm hot with and without it," she winked at her uncle. They both laughed, and when the laughter settled down they both took another bite of their pizza. The two ate in silence the last piece. "What problems?" "You know... I couldn't be there. I couldn't look around me and see... everything was him." Shay rubbed her forehead, refusing to say the one name. "I don't know. The rumors got to them and spoiled their name as the saints of the town." "So, no offense, why did you come here?" "No idea," she shrugged, "I told them that it'd be best if they'd send me here alone, but dear father missed his brother." "Can't say that the feeling's mutual." "Didn't expect anything else," Shay replied. "Wanna watch a movie?" "Are you sure you want to be seen in public with Coach Charlie Greenstock?" "Are you sure you wanna be seen in public with Awkward Shay Greenstock?"