A new place always meant adventure, at least to David.

A new place meant new people, new experiences, and new everything you could think of. The only thing that wasn't new was the two people moving into the small town. David and his son, Art, Wessel.

The house was a two story white house, with a small porch in the front and a never-ending backyard. The rooms were small with furniture, but felt homely and warm due to all the small memories of home that they brought with them, though it brought some painful memories of having to leave home, but David knew he had to. It was a great opportunity, and he had to take it for the prospect of increase of money, and the ability to get away from his hometown.

Though it was where he raised Art, it still had painful memories of the women who left him with the child. Though he loved his child, it was still painful to pass those memories everyday.

But in this new town, he had none of that and could start over. He thought these very thoughts as he brought the final box out of the trunk of his car. They had driven all the way, following the moving van with very few stops, but they had all arrived in one piece. They had broken a lamp which had fallen out of the car after a rest stop.

David placed the box on the bottom step of the stairwell, looking around the hallway. All the furniture seemed to be in place, the only thing missing was his son.

" Art! "

Moving officially sucked was the only thought from ten year old Art's mind. He slowly walked around his new 'home' touching the different wallpaper and glancing at the familar and yet foreign furniture they had brought with them. He sat down in his own lazy boy chair and closed his eyes, he had gotten plenty of sleep on the way to the new home but he still felt tired, he supposed since he helped move things inside was the main reason.

As he sat he wondered what he would be doing had they still been at home... Or rather their old home. He smiled sadly as he thought of his normal routine of coming home, grabbing some lemonade and then tearing back outside and up to his best friends house to play video games and generally be stupid and silly boys. Right after he would come back home, eat supper with his dad, finish his homework and then tucked into his bed. It was all so normal and regular but now it was going to be so different, the same but different all at the same time.

He was actually just dozing off when he heard his name being called and he smiled, his father was still able to put a smile on his face no matter how iffy Art was feeling, he loved the man more than anything in the world and it was for his sake that he was trying hard to get used to the situation and new move as quickly as possible. He jumped out of the chair and hurried himself through the welcoming foyer until he could see his father standing near the stairway. Art slowly headed up to him before stopping right at his side and smirked up at him. "Yes dad?" His voice and hair would tell the story of his attempted foray into dream land while his eyes and brightening expression would tell how happy he was to have his dad right beside him.

He was shot back to a few weeks ago when there was a very bad thunderstorm near the House. Art doesn't -do- thunderstorms, in fact he's more afraid of thunderstorms than most pets are and he can get so bad that he occasionally will become more or less a 6 year old mewling like a kitten. He knew his dad was a bit strict on some things and could be quite gruff but he always seemed to be there for Art when he needed it the most and that was what was important.

David smiled as he looked down at his son. He was a bright child and he was so glad that Art was trying his hardest to deal with the move, as he knew that was a difficult thing to do. He himself had troubles with having to move, but he knew it was for the best, and the promotion was the first opprotunity for him to leave the place where so many memories resided.
Too many memories resided.
" I was going to suggest going out to dinner, get some grub, but I think you should take a nap first. " He said, glancing between Art's droopy eyes, the tiredness showing lightly under the bubbly exterior.
He reached out his hand to ruffle his son's hair. " Go get some sleep. I know it's been a super long, and we could both use some rest. "
He pulled back, straightening out his back and noticed that at his full height, he hit the low hanging lights that hung from the hallway ceiling. " Come find me when you'll all ready and we'll go get a midnight dinner, how's that sound? "

Art didn't feel all that hungry when his father mentioned going out to eat and he smiled happily when it was suggested they go out to a midnight supper. He was very tired and he knew his eyes were drooping. He felt his hair get ruffled and he shot another tired smile at his dad before he plopped slowly up the stairs, his feet dragging a bit against the woodwork. He yawned and covered his mouth with his hand and then collapsed right into his bed, instantly asleep even before his head hit the pillow and he started snoring softly and well, rather cutely.

He slept for a good five hours, and it was the best kind of sleep, dreamless and instant REM. Art felt recharged and much better than he had earlier. He blearily stumbled to the bathroom and relieved himself before jumping into the shower and putting the water onto Ice Cold and washed his body quickly. Without even thinking he walked back to his room naked and began dressing in a simple outfit of a Hollister Shirt and designer jeans. He messed with his hair a little and then went to go find his dad. He smiled when he saw him in the living room and collapsed into his lap. "Hey Dad, I'm ready when you are..." He curled his body up and sighed as he settled his head on his dad's thigh.

David grinned, ruffling his child's hair. " Just been waiting for you. " He said as he folded the bookmark into what he had been reading. " You seem much better and awake, you sure you're ready to go? " He asked as he gently propped himself up in the seat to look at Art.
Since it was late, he figured that they should go to the dinner down the street. If Art seemed too tired to leave the house, they probably had some sandwich stuff leftover from the long car ride.

Art thought for a few moments and then nodded happily, he was actually not all that tired just ready for relaxation and well his dad's thigh made a great pillow! "I'm sure dad, I'll be fine so long as we don't stay out to, to late." He smiled brightly and slowly stood back up and went over to the door where he left his shoes and placed them on without bothering to untie them, he just smashed his foot inside and inserted a finger to make sure it didn't mess up. He then waited at the door for his dad to be ready, a small yawn escaping him for just a brief moment. He wondered where they were planning on eating, and he also wondered if they'd see any kids out, it wasn't likely considering the time of night, but it was a possibility.