Trust Me

Day One

Life is… well, it’s whatever you want it to be.

It’s open for interpretation, for debate and contemplation. Made up by something and governed ‘by the people’ with rules and laws that don’t adequately support every persons. Then laughed at by the public and varying news sights picking apart someone’s appearance.

But here’s the kicker,

It ends.

Dot couldn’t have been more relieved when their new house came into view. They had been stuck between motel and car for upwards of three days and by god was she sore. Having taken one more bathroom break than him, Dot’s dad and the moving truck had arrived about a half hour before them.

MoonWood was a gorgeous little town surrounded by trees and rolling hills. Because of these hills, adding onto the town was fairly futile- more than likely would end with a lot of terraforming. An enclosed space that very well could turn claustrophobic if given a reason to panic. The town was maybe six hundred people, it had a small jail and courthouse as well as a few schools- one being a K-8 the other a high school. A grocery store and a few local shops and businesses scattered around the opening. Though they wouldn’t have to go too far, Dot’s parents would still have to drive to their new work.

Stepping out of the car, Dot made her way to the moving van, very quickly being set to work. Holding onto a box labeled ‘Kitchen’ she made her way through the first floor, attempting to find just that. Setting the box down on the counter, she made her way back to the truck to grab some more. Though something caught her eye as she stepped away from the kitchen window. Well, at least she thought something did. Nothing stood in her line of sight more than the trees surrounding the town. She did however have a creeping suspicion she was being watched.

Pushing that thought aside, she made her way out to her parents.

“Dotty, did you get lost?” Her dad joked, flashing a goofy grin at her. Dot shrugged, grabbing a box from him, cringing slightly at its weight,

“So what if I did?” She retorted. Another kitchen box. Making her way to the room as quickly as she could- for fear the box would tear-

“Hi,” Dot almost jumped out of her skin, just barely catching her box before whipping around to stare at the intruder. Stepping back, she eyed him carefully,

“Who are you? Why are you in our house?”

“Uh, my name’s Lucas,” He extended his hand to which Dot eyed it and c****d an unamused eyebrow. Catching her eye, he slowly dropped his hand.

“Why are you here?” Dot asked again, finally setting down the box, feeling her fingers start to burn. Lucas shrugged,

“Thought I’d introduce myself to the new neighbors.” Dot scoffed, looking him up and down before pointing in the direction of the door.

“Cool. Get out.”

He was half dressed at best. Wearing only baseball shorts. No shoes, nor socks and no shirt. His sandy blond hair was tossed and his hazel eyes shined. And he had the audacity to look dejected when Dot told him to leave.

“But I don’t even know your name..?”

“Yeah and you’re not going to. Leave. Now.” Dot demanded, attempting to herd the half naked boy out of her house.

“Can’t I at least talk to you?”

“No.” Dot shoved him out of the back door, not caring that he had stumbled off the steps, simply shutting and locking the door. Clapping her hands together to wipe off imaginary dust, she made her way back to the front of the house.

“What took you so long..?” Her father asked, handing her another box, this one being labeled for the living room and being fairly light- most likely blankets. Dot shrugged him off,

“I’ll tell you later.”

Unpacking the van took hours and no doubt would take several more to unpack the boxes therein. But, since everything, including the large pieces of furniture, was out of the van, the trio sat on their living room couch exhausted.

“Pizza?” Margot suggested, the other two giving a half hum, half sigh of approval. Margot, quick to whip out her phone, dialed a presumably nearby pizza shop. Dot, however, wanted to get a jump start on unpacking her room.

She wandered around aimlessly, not particularly knowing nor remembering exactly which room was hers. That is until she saw her familiar bedpost. A painting sat against the foot of the bed, the only art that would be adorning her walls anytime soon. Grabbing one of the boxes, she grabbed some scissors sitting at her bedside table.

The box held only purple contents. As in, purple linen. Of course the first box she’d open would be her bedding. At least she’d be comfortable, though it’s not the most interesting. She made relatively quick work, pulling at corners and tucking every two seconds until finally, her bed was at least a little bit made.

“Dotty! Dinner!” Her father yelled from downstairs. She set the semi empty box aside- the only thing left being a quilt she used as a duvet- and made her way towards the kitchen.