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Age 14

"Viana! Open the door!"

" No! Go away Ryker!"

"Open the door, or I'll break this down!"

"Hah! You're not that strong enough."

"Viana. I am strong enough to ask your mom for the extra key to your room."

"NO! DON'T DO THAT!" She was full on shouting now, and I could hear shuffling of feet from one corner to another before a loud thump silenced everything.

"Vi? You okay? Why are you hiding anyway?" I speak, now closer to the door, my ear attached to its wooden surface.

"Yeah...uh..I'm just sick, and I just fell down right now. I don't feel well. We'll play tomorrow okay?"

"Okay." I quietly leave the area in front of her room, and tip toe downstairs to see Aunt Muller reading a book.

"Aunt Muller, could you give me the keys to Ian's room? She isn't opening it!" I grunt, and she laughs at me, before nodding and standing up. She walks over to her room, and enters it.

I fiddle with my hands as I observe their lovely house. It was so huge, and...I liked to be here so much.

Aunt Muller comes back and smiles at me, handling me the keys.

I am quick to say a thank you, as I run up, unlock the door with the key and hear Ian shout at me.

"I thought you left!" She is holding the blanket to her face, and I wonder why.

"What happened to your face?" I ask, coming closer.

"No! Stay away dude." I give her a warning look, and she slumps down into her soft white, mattress.

"Tell me?" My voice is soft, and I know she'll fall for it.

"I got a pimple."

I look at her horridly, before I burst out laughing.

A pimple?! Is she serious?

"Fuck you." I instantly cut short my laughter, as I look at her, my expressions angry.

"Viana. You better not fucking curse, or I'll make sure you never have the entry to my home theater again." I warn her.

She giggles. Why the fuck is she giggling?

"You just cursed too."

"I can curse. I am elder to you." I can feel the change in my voice. It is probably really out of tune right now, but that's obviously puberty.