Orphan-Chap.6

 I awoke the next morning. Making sure what I experienced yesterday wasn't a dream. It's been 2 days since my parents death. I'm not as angry as before. I guess Rachel filled that hole dug out of my heart. I ate Breakfast and headed to the receptionist.

 "Do I have any visitors today?" I asked her. She gave me that "look" from the first day I came here.
"No Nick, But you can go outside if you want..."
My eyes beamed. "I can!?"
The receptionist chuckled and replied "Sure, you can go out anytime, just get back here by 9:30pm". I saluted that woman and ran out like Sonic the Hedgehog being chased by Amy Rose.
I walked around the town. I got myself a Bacon Hamburger, my favorite thing to eat.
As I toured the town I realized I strolled into the old neighborhood. It hurt...but I didn't mind later on.
I checked my old home. It was fine, but now it had police tape all over it. I turned around and walked back to the orphanage. It was getting cloudy and drizzled a little. The clouds were a silver grey. I had a little money left so I went to this Ice Cream place. I couldn't think of anything else to do. I was bored and I still had 4 hours left. I roamed the area for another hour. I eventually went back to the orphanage.
Mark was waiting in our room. "hey, where were you?"
"Around" I replied. I plopped on the bed. I was bored, and there was nothing to do. The Game Room was out of order, and Dinner wasn't for a little while. I took a nap. Yeah...A NAP! I awoke for dinner and headed to the Cafeteria.


  Mike and Greg were there eating, and surprisingly, so was Mark. Mark was playing with his lighter. It was a small and black lighter, like the one you'll buy from CVS. It had silver studs all over it, and in the middle was a studded skull. It was pretty bad-ass.
"Hey guys!" I sat down next to them, "What's up?"
"These!" said Mike.
He threw me a box of chocolates. "....Dafuq?" I looked at the box and opened it. A letter fell out. It was from Rachel. I picked it up and started reading it, and to be honest, there was some stuff in there that shouldn't be said out loud.
Greg laughed because my face was bright red.  Mark looked at me and smirked "It's probably from that hot redhead girlfriend of his!" He started howling of laughter.


 "SHUT UP!" I said, laughing. She actually sent me something. Mike looked at me and said, "We're not done here! There's more!"
He took out a bouquet of Orange and Red flowers. On the bouquet was a little lovenote. It read:
  Dear Nick,
Sorry I couldn't make it today. I was very sick. I sent my sister to get you some chocolates ad flowers. Hopefully she didn't eat them all. I don't know when i'll get better, but I hope to see you again.
                                                Love,
                                                 Rachel

 I read that note over and over. It was WAY safer that the "other" note.
Mark was still laughing. I stared at my new friends as they were in their fits of humor. I didn't mind. I liked it.

A couple days later Rachel was feeling better. She came to the orphanage to pick me up again. "Hey there Nicky!" she hugged me tight.
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Better," she replied, "thanks for asking. Also, I noticed something while I was sick."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Well," she started, "There was this girl. She's our height, she also has bangs and a scar over her right eye. That weirdo dyed her hair Maroon. Everyday she would stand by your house, say a few words, and place a rose there; like it was her job or something."

 I wondered about this as it rattled in my brain. Who was this girl? She sounded familiar....
I decided to forget it and talk to Rachel.
Later, we had lunch in the cafeteria and hung out in the Game Room. She then got bored and asked if we could go to my room. "M-My room?"
Mark, the creeper he is, walks past us at that moment and said, "Taking her to your room eh? What's gonna happen in your room?" He winked.
Rachel looked at me. Her face burning from embarrassment. She whispered in my ear, "Sweetie, are ALL your friends pervs?"
I whispered back, "Nah...just the potential murderers"
Rachel hit me softly and shrieked, "THAT'S NOT FUNNY NICK!"
She hugged me tight, crying. Ugh, this eats me. It really does. I'm sitting there, in the Game Room. Mark is laughing in the weirdest way, Rachel is sobbing and burying her face in my chest, and EVERY girl is looking at me with that "naughty face".
 
  I took her to my room and she sat in my swivel chair.
I sat on my bunk. "is this yours?" Rachel asked. She was holding my baseball cap. "Yeah" I replied. She put the cap on. I gotta admit, she looked cute. She jumped out of the chair and tackled me. I didn't see it coming, she had an advantage. She kept kissing me over and over. "Wh-What are you doing!?" I tried pushing her off, but like I said earlier, she has a wicked grip. There I was, lying on my bed, on my back, and Rachel was on top of me. Not the best position to be in when people walk in your room, and I prayed no one would.

Of course, Mike struts in.
"Hey Nick, I wanted to ask--WHOA!" Mike kinda stepped back a little.
"Mike, bro....it's not what it looks like" I said with an awkward smile.
Then Mike somehow became a wizard, because Mark walked in 2 seconds later.
"Bow-chicka-bow-wow, Chicka-wow-wow" snickered Mark.
Mike looked at Mark, who looked at me, who was staring at Rachel. She got off of me and walked past them. "I was gonna make it EXACTLY what it looked like." She smiled and left the orphanage.
I sat there, staring at my door, trying to put the freaking pieces together; because frankly, I was puzzled. She wasn't....no....she couldn't have.....but was she?
     I couldn't help but wonder if the person I'm dating is a psycho.