Читать книгу Nick and Kit. True life stories that never took place - Елена Долговесова - Страница 2

In a very regular large and noisy city, in a very regular apartment on the eighth floor there lived a very regular boy. That boy had a fairly regular name – Nikita – but the people who knew him usually called him just Nick. Nick lived in that apartment together with his dad, mother, older brother and Busya the cat – and they were all pretty regular too.

However, Nick had a very unusual friend. You may wonder what it was that made this friend so unusual? The thing is that no one ever saw this friend, except for Nick himself. It may have to do with the fact that it was an imaginary friend, but there’s no telling with certainty.

The friend’s name was also Nikita, but he usually went with just “Kit” for short. Just like Nick, he was also 5 years old, and he also lived in that large city and that same apartment on the eighth floor. He was just as tall as a Lego man, but he looked and dressed as a usual boy. The difference was that Kit didn’t have to go to the kindergarten or wash himself, or brush his teeth, or ride the bicycle. When he felt like going somewhere, he just popped up wherever he wanted to go, and he could shrink to become even smaller and get though any kind of obstacle.

Most of the time Kit spent in Nick’s room staying invisible. At night, he slept when Nick did, and woke up when Nick got out of bed. In daytime, when there was no one in the apartment, Kit travelled across the apartment in a small toy car trying to evade water spilled on the table, plant stems, and stay out of Busya’s sight. It’s a well-known fact that cats see everything, even things that don’t actually exist.

But Kit didn’t spend all his time at home. As soon as Nick thought about something mischievous or did something he wasn’t supposed to do, Kit appeared right there with him. Kit turned visible, sat on Nick’s shoulder and told him a story about all the incredible adventures that could happen if Nick was as small and naughty as Kit was.

It was one of those stories that started their friendship. Once when Nick was in a shop with his mother he ran off and hid behind some clothes hangers. He thought mother would find him soon, but time passed, and she wasn’t in sight. All of a sudden, he heard a ringing voice, “Hey, Nick!”

“Who’s here?” wondered Nick. He looked round and saw a boy looking just like himself, wearing jeans and a T-shirt with a dinosaur print, just a very small one.

“I’m Kit,” the boy introduced himself. “Isn’t it you mother is looking for?”

“No, I’m not lost, you know, I’m just hiding,” replied Nick.

“We’ll find out in a moment,” said Kit. He disappeared as unexpectedly as he had popped up earlier. When he returned, he had a whole story to tell. Mother was pacing up and down the shop looking for him, and a shop assistant lady and a gentleman from security were helping her. They had probably called the police, and policemen would be on their way with search dogs.

Nick quickly got out of his hiding place. He saw his mother talk to a person from security next to the shop entrance, and he rushed to her.

“Where have you been?!” his mother exclaimed, upset.

“I was hiding. I thought you wouldn’t lose me. But my new friend Kit said you didn’t know I was playing, and you got worried. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

Mother started to ask Nick questions about Kit, and she didn’t believe him. She decided he had made it all up. But since that day Kit started appearing every once in a while, telling Nick stories that might have happened. Or might not, who knows… Kit would come up with stories every day. Seven days a week, and the most thrilling Monday to Friday. His stories helped pass the time on weekdays so that weekends would come sooner.