"AGH!" I screamed as I fell down again.

I groaned as I slowly got back up to hear Violet chuckling as she approached me.

"You almost managed to stay on the board for five seconds."

"Ow…"

For the last couple of days, I have been trying to learn how to skate and well… let's just say that there are a lot of injuries to show how hard I am trying.

"Why don't you try to helping me?"

"What, you think that me on the board showing off my radical skills will help you?"

"Well when you put it that way…"

Violet walked up and pecked me on the cheek.

"You can do this, you just need more practice."

"Speaking of practice."

Violet's eyes widened.

"Clem are you—"

"Our practice test."

"OH!"

"What were you thinking of?"

"Well, I… never mind, what about it?"

"Why don't we study together?"

"Sure."

"Carley is busy the next few nights so we can't really do it at my house, how about your's?"

Violet's face changed from happy to concerned.

"Oh well I don't know…"

"What is it?"

"Well… my father is, lets just say, less than proud of people… like us."

"Really?"

"Yeah… I haven't really told him about us."

"Well how about we act like friends."

"You, my girlfriend, wanna act like just my friend… for my father."

"Yes."

"That is the nicest thing anyone has thought of." Violet pretended to cry.

`"Okay, so… friends?" I extended my hand.

"Hehe Friends." Violet shook my hand.

Quickly after, Violet kissed me on the cheek.

"Violet! What are you doing?!" I asked.

Violet seemed shocked at my reaction, but I began to chuckle at her reaction.

"You jerk, I thought that you were being serious." Violet sighed.

"As if."

The Next Day

I told Lee that I was on my way to Violet's and he said that it was okay as long as I text him when I get there and the address. Right now, I was on my phone, texting the others.

'So hold up, you're heading to Violet's?!' - Louis

'Yeah why?'

'Her dad is… different towards people like you and Vi'

'That is why I am saying that we are friends'

'B Careful.'

I put my phone away as I made it to my destination. It was a small house, one story with an RV next to the house. I walked up to the door and knocked. Seconds later, it was opened and I was met with a tall man. He was slightly bald, had two different colored eyes, and his breath already reeked of alcohol.

"Who the fuck er you?"

"Uh…"

He seemed to continue staring at me before shouting, "VIOLET! You got someone."

I heard rapid footsteps and saw Violet.

"Oh hey Clem."

"Hi Violet."

"Who's this Vi?"

"She's a friend from school."

"A friend? I didn't know you still had any of those."

Violet looked down while the man chuckled and drank a beer that appeared out of the blue.

"Well uh Violet, why don't we head to your room, I wanted to see if your notes match mine."

Violet nodded and we walked away from her father. We made it to a door and Violet placed her hand on the knob before opening it to show me her room. It was dirty and it had multiple articles of clothing on the ground.

"Wow Vi… this is… nice."

"I know. I know. It's not the best in here, I've had a lot of shit to do."

I picked up a shirt and sniffed it before gagging.

"Oh come on it can't be that bad," Violet sniffed the shirt, "Agh okay, perhaps that one needs a wash."

"Vi, how do you live here?"

"I guess I just got used to it."

I looked at her with a 'Really' look.

"Hey don't look at me like that."

"We are cleaning this room."

"No…" Violet groaned as she flopped onto her bed.

"Yes…" I replied as I pulled on her arms.

"Fuck off Clem."

"Nope. Let's get to it." I said as I pulled Violet up.

We began to get some work done. We started with her bed. We cleaned the sheets and the pillows before grabbing the garbage under the bed.

"There is an old apple under here!" I screeched.

Violet chuckled at that as she put another piece of garbage in a trash bag. We moved to her desk, cleaned the trash and old notes off and I managed to see some of the old drawings she's made. One was a drawing of a girl. She had freckles, and half of her hair shifted to that side. I looked down and saw what the name said.

'Minerva'

I picked up the paper and heard Violet.

"What'd you find?"

"Oh uh… nothing."

"Is it another rotten piece of paper? I swear that…"

I looked and saw Violet saw the paper. She backed up and seemed nervous.

"I uh… can you…?"

"Of course," I threw the paper away and placed a few more items in the garbage to hide it, "It's done."

"Thanks. I… I think that I just wanted to hide any memories of her and I… guess it worked."

"Vi, I am sorry, if you want to stop—"

"Well actually, I guess that it isn't so bad."

Suddenly, Violet's dad opened the door.

"The fuck is going on in here?"

"Nothing dad, Clem just helped me clean up."

He looked at me and squinted his eyes at me.

"Keep the damn noise down. First and final warning Violet." He said before slamming the door.

"…Asshole." Violet said as she looked down.

"Hey uh… do you want to do something?"

Violet sat down on her new bed and sighed.

"Do what… my father is already gonna yell at me for making too much noise. I'd rather not piss him off even more so…" Violet said.

"Vi…"

"I appreciate what you're doing Clem, but I think it would be best for you if you go home."

I walked up to her and leaned down to peck her on the cheek.

"Talk tomorrow?"

"…Hopefully."

I walked out of the room and saw Violet's dad walking up with a belt.

"Ah I was JUST about to suggest you should head home."

"My parents are wondering when I should come home."

"Ohhh… you should definitely head home. No need to worry them."

I walked outside and went home.

Hours Later

I sat on my bed and was texting Vi, or trying to.

'Vi, are you okay?'

'Vi'

'?'

Suddenly, I got a text back.

'Yeah, sorry, I just got out of the shower.'

'How did your dad respond?'

'He was just a bit upset.'

'Are you still able to hang out tomorrow?'

'No sorry, another day, I promise.'

'Okay, I better get to sleep. Love you.'

'Love you too.'

I sat on my bed, thinking if she was telling the truth. I mean she would tell me if she was in trouble, right?