Nowhere Boys and their Nowhere Girl (ON A DIFFERENT ACCOUNT! OH YEAH!)

Chapter 2:Roland and Home?

"Mm, you are my rock," smiling as she pulled away. There was something I had to tell her,

"Can't you just give up one of those shifts? I mean you look so wreaked," she sighed,

"Oh Jakie, I just want to get us out of this house— get us into a proper place you know? Something big—" She was eating her food as she talked,

"—Get us a car to hoon around in, hmm? Hey?" I smiled as she rubbed my back and pulled me into a hug, sighing. I wasn't going to get her to cave in goddamn it. Please Mum, just rest! I smiled slightly at her words.

"I am so lucky to have you," I smiled a bit more, hugging her back. When she's like this, she loves me even more. She is always grateful for the things that I do, it makes me feel like a better human being instead of the bully I am seen as at school.

"We're both lucky Mum," I stated, it was true. I don't know what I would do if I were to live with Dad full time. I hated it there, but Mum doesn't know that, I just tell her that the stay is fine. We only got to have a quick hug as someone knocked on the front door. Mum and I separated and I got up to go and answer the door.

When I got there, I saw a huffing and puffing Dad standing on the other side of the wire door, knocking again. I went across after getting my footy bag off my bed. I went over to the door opening it, moving past Dad to get to the car. But he stopped me,

"Jake, Son— geez, you look well," I stared at him wondering why he looked to sweaty, I replied shortly with,

"Yeah— you too," I didn't really mean it but I couldn't be bothered doing anything right now. I continued to walk past him, and he just kept on talking,

"Hang on a sec, is you Mum home?" and he didn't even wait for an answer. He just wiped his feet on the door mat and walked in calling out,

"SARAH?" I was confused. What the hell does that guy think he's doing?! I need to get to my footy game!

"Um yeah—" and he just kept on walking— I looked around outside and didn't see the car— just a bike. What on earth? I walked back in to see 'Gary' asking Mum if he could 'borrow' some money, I scoffed and called out,

"DAD?!" he turned to face me, "Where's the car?" he looked a bit annoyed at the question. He came away from Mum and closer to the front door,

"Oh, umm— yeah mate, a bit of trouble on the home front. Long story short, no car this week, got the trusty bike though," I leaned on the door frame,

"You were gonna drive me to the game remember?" now I was pissed. I could tell by his face he forgot,

"Every time, I'm such an idiot," I pushed off of the door frame and into the house; I shoved past him so I could see Mum,

"Don't give him a cent," and with that, I left the room, really pissed. Gary kept on saying things to get me to stop but it didn't work— I needed to get to the bloody footy field, on the other side of town. I'm going to hurt him!

*Now*

Blake's P.O.V

"Mm," I finally came around from my sleep; which was actually surprisingly comfortable. Way more comfortable than my bed— and so that means— I'm not in my bed. My eyes opened and I launched up sitting up off the ground, not being able to stand up because something was holding me down.

I furrowed my brows and looked down beside me to see a gothic boy laying there next to me, asleep. Felix? I thought. His arm was wrapped around my waist holding me down, and I don't know how it happened. I remember going to sleep next to Felix, but we were lying next to each other, not— cuddling.