Walking through the streets of the freshly woken city I held my head high pushing my hands deep into my pockets. My shoulders where raised tensely as I tried hard not to draw any attention to myself. Although my head was high, I felt utterly invisible in the cool air and I liked it that way. I avoided fleets of morning people doing morning people thinks like the wind, and they chatted and laughed passing me by. They where caught up in time... time that didn't include me and time that I didn't want to be a part of. I don't understand how someone could be a morning person unless they where being forced too.

"Oliver, wake up. Just cause there's no school doesn't mean you can stay in bed all weekend." I'm reminded of mum pounding on my door at seven am. She's a morning person, I'd bet a million pounds. I wonder who's black mailing her. 

Now I'm outside at ten am trying really hard to figure out why I'm on the streets of Newton when I could be in bed. The shame was that I knew why I was here, mum was expecting me back with milk. She gave me 10 pounds and a stern talking to, "Now Oli, I need you to pick up one carton of milk and four eggs." I starred at her blankly I'm sure. Yeah sure mom I got it, I don't have amnesia and I'm not a child, you don't have to shout about it. "Okay, now repeat it to me carefully..." I huffed in great frustration and got out of the house as quickly as I could.

Looking both ways before crossing the road and as I lifted my foot to step onto the pedestrian crossing I felt a tug of force on my sweatshirt. I tittered on one foot, fate deciding weather to let me tip over the edge and fall. But I feel fate wasn't in charge here. A much greater force had yet to unleash itself, at least that's what the hairs on the back of my neck were telling me.

My wildly flailing arms tried to balance my weight but I began to fall backwards. A strong hand grasped my elbow and steadied me with one fluid motion. I flipped around to glare at the fool who almost caused me to face plant into the cross walk.

He sat far away from most other students, especially the ones not like him. Next to the popular kids some would say and just lump him in but he was very different. He doesn't seem to fit in any where. For all I knew he didn't talk much if at all and I've never seen him smile. 

He was smiling at me now and I didn't know how to feel about it. "You're Mumbo am I right?" He asked with a stupidly coy smirk on his face and I'm sure I've missed the light by now. As I was trapped here my options where limited, I guess I'll make a new friend today if this doesn't end as horribly at I imagine it will, please and thank you. After that quick prayer I smile slightly, trying to be polite. "My name is Oliver, m-most people at school call me Oliver." I starred at the boy, my head tilted as I took him in, he was around my age and he wore glasses over his lively blue eyes and a knitted jumper with a button up underneath and some black jeans that complemented his black shoes. I've never seen him where normal clothes before, his golden boy persona always seems to shine through anything he does and apparently that included pushing strangers into the road.

"You dropped this..." his eyes where colder as he shoved ten pounds into my already extending hands, my hand met his mid way before I recoiled.

"That isn't mine." 

The irritating smirk never faltered and he raised an eyebrow as if he we're questioning me. I hadn't taken my hands out of my pockets until now so it couldn't have fallen out before that, and now he had me questioning myself. I dug through the pockets of my over coat and found nothing.

"Oh, it isn't? I could have sworn it fell from you." My patience ran thin naturally and I wanted to understand the game desperately, what was his angle?

"What did you say your name was?" I ran a hand through my hair, a self soothing method that would distract me and hopefully deliver me from this evil.

"Charles, but most people call me Grian." he replied, his smirk faltering a fraction too many. I had struck a chord and I didn't know how. I'm not very good at games, I did't even know what game we were playing. 

He pulled the strap across his chest reveling a navy knomo briefcase from behind him. Frankly, my understanding was beginning to materialize in front of me. I go to a posh school of rich kids, all with a sense of class and no one fits in anywhere. "You could be a murderer for all I know." I towered over the golden boy opening his briefcase. 

"Then why are you still standing here?" 

I've had enough of these "high class" people and their games. "Very well then," I snatched the money from his hand then turned to wait for the light once again.

"One more thing," He appeared in from to me... "My parents are inviting you and your family to dinner on Sunday. I hope to see you there." He left casting a wink over his shoulder and a gust of wind sent shivers down my spine, in a bad way.

I knew Grian was going to be trouble, he had an air to him that disturbed me deeply...

After the fiasco with Grian I rushed back into the safety of my home to confront my mother. As soon as I got in I slammed the door behind me and slide down into a squatting position to breathe deeply. Once my thoughts and breathing went in time with each other I pushed off from the door and entered the living room.

Entering the common area I was engulfed in the blue glow of the television. "Hey bud, back so soon?" I jumped at the sound of my mother's voice. On the couch sat my mum with her reading glasses and her favorite book in hand. "I hope you didn't run across the road." She held out her arms calling me over to her after closing the book and setting it aside. I huffed at the inconvenience and sat beside my mum and she hugged me tightly, "Of course not, mum." Once she let me go, she began to speak. 

"I got you something, go check your room."

I look at my mum suspiciously, she never gets me things unless it has an immediate correlation to something that is about to happen. Like when I didn't learn to ride a bike until I was 6 but by then all the other kids where learning how to ride a two wheeler so my parents bought me a two wheeler and I skipped the whole training with four wheels part.

"Okay, I'll be back." I rush up the stairs to investigate. If I was lucky my mother will have decided to buy me a skate board or a kitty cat, or something cool that I could sell later. 

I crashed into the room and scanned every surface area. "There's nothing here?" I shouted down the grand staircase. After hearing some rustling she came into view, she had a expectant look on her face like she knew I wasn't going to like what was about to happen. Mum passed me and entered my bedroom, she opened my closet revealing a freshly purchased suit and tie in navy blue. It almost entirely matched golden boy's navy knomo briefcase and I couldn't help but think this had to be some kind of a sick joke?

"No no no, you mean he was actually telling the truth?" I threw my self onto my bed and sat wrapping my arms around my knees.

Mum still hadn't caught on that I knew about the dinner and it was her turn to stare at me skeptically. "Dinner with the Craftsmen's huh?" when she quickly recovered from the the stunned look her face took on at the mention of the Craftsmen she replied excitedly.

"Oh, so you've met their son Charles already. It's so wonderful to hear that you get along so well. Now try on the outfit so I can make any last minute adjustments before tomorrows dinner." Mum exited the room shutting the door behind herself and I let myself fall backwards onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling in defeat.

Grian and I haven't even known each other long enough to know if we get along or not. This whole thing was so sudden and it made me feel pressure to perform for people I didn't even know and being interesting at a boring dinner was almost impossible.

The rest of the day consisted of me trying on the suit and mom sticking me with pins and needles as she tailored the suit for "the perfect fit," whatever that meant...

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Yeah, I'm going to continue this in a part two and I know that this wasn't very... Halloweenie? but there is more to come in part two so I hope you enjoyed this first part.

Inspiration; "And those bright blue eyes can only meet mine across a room filled with people that are less important than you." Of Monsters and Men - Love Love Love. Check out the song to get the tone of the story I'm trying to convey, it's also a really good song...