'Know Any Better'
Disclaimer: I do not own, young wizards. Seriously, you had to ask?
Summary: He was her first friend. He is her best friend. You don't fall for your best friend. You just don't. Little did she know, that she already had.
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"Honey?," She heard her dad call from the kitchen, as she kicked the door open and stormed through the room. She didn't answer, slamming her bag down on the table, and sighing out loud in frustration as it's contents flew all over the place. Her father appeared in the doorway, and had she not been so pissed, she would have laughed. He was wearing an apron, his hands covered in flour, and a spatula in his hand covered in white goop. Since when did he know how to make cookies? It didn't matter.
"Honey, did you just get back from another outing?"
'Outing' was a word her family used when she, or her little sister, were out on a wizardry. Not that they were embarrassed by the magic in their family, as her aunt was one too. Saying 'wizardry' led to, too many complications. If Nita or Dairine had come into a sticky situation, they did not have time to tell their father that they were off to the planet Ziphen, to control the over-population of the slimy, tentacle, infested creatures there call Ziphs.
"Yes, Dad." She answered, dropping down under the table, to pick up her things. When she went to pick up her manual, she felt it fuzz and sighed. When her manual, a book used to help her in wizardry, with spells and listings, fuzzed like that, it meant she had a message. And she knew exactly who it was from. The person that was the cause of her current bad mood.
"Where's Kit. Doesn't he usually come over for dinner after?"
"Yeah. But I really don't think he'll be coming over Dad. I'm going upstairs."
And to avoid any further questioning, she ran upstairs to her room, flopping on her bed, and ignoring the fuzzing manual.
*Flashback*
"Kit?" She knocked on his bedroom door. His mother smiled at her as she passed, and waved her hand in a casual greeting. It wasn't unusual to see Nita in the house.
"One second!" Came the answer, muffled by the door. When he opened the door, his eyebrow was raised, and she suspected he thought she was his sister. When his eyes landed on Nita, his expression darkened and he turned, leaving the door open for her to come in. He walked back over to his desk, where he had been doing his homework.
"Hey, I thought we could work on that garbage problem over by the-.." She paused. He didn't seem to be listening, or if he was, he was trying to seem like he wasn't. One hand was cradling the side of his face, and he was taping his pen against his work, his eyes looking out the window. She looked at him strangely, and then went over and sat on his bed.
"Kit?"
"What?"
"Are we getting our sleep lately?"
He turned to her, as if this idea was absolutely ridiculous and insulting. She was shocked, as his eyes glared angrily at her, darker than they had been before.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
She tilted her head at him questioningly, and this seemed to anger him further.
"You know what I'm talking about! Am I not close enough to you now? That you can't tell me things?"
Her eyes narrowed at his accusation. "How can I answer you why, when I don't even know what it was I didn't tell you?!"
He stood, and she flinched at his angry movements. They had been in fights before, but she had never seen him 'this' angry. His hair was flopped over his eyes, and his posture was stiff, almost as if he was holding himself back.
"I was checking up with Ronan, you know, seeing how things were going in Ireland. He asked how you were doing, and I answered you were doing fine. His question seemed at bit dry though, and when I asked him what was up...can you guess what he told me Nita?"
Although she had an idea, she shook her head. Even if Ronan had told him...why would Kit care? And above that, be angry about it? She wanted to find out.
"He asked me if you usually played guys. I was extremely confused. And he told me about that little 'fling' you guys had." He turned to her again, and she caught a glimmer of hurt behind that anger. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She silently seethed from the bed, and reminded herself to have a little chat with Ronan about this later. Fling? They had kissed. Once. In her mind, that didn't count as anything to serious, that Ronan had to confront her best friend.
"I didn't think it mattered."
He took a step back from her, as if he had been slapped.
"So I don't matter to you now?" He shook his head, and walked back to his chair, turning his back to her. "I suggest you leave, Nita. Before I say something I'll regret."
"Like what?"
He stood up again, and walked to the bed, standing in front of her, and glaring down at her.
"Like how I actually considered not speaking to you. But God, Nita. If he said you were playing him, that means there were other guys. And that's fine. I'm surprised the guys at our school aren't running after you. But you could have told me you had feelings for Ronan. Was there some reason you were hiding it from me? Am I not good enough for you now? Maybe you need more guys in your life, Nita. Because I'm not a good enough friend. Maybe you finally realised the kids at school were right. Why hang out with a kid younger than you?"
Nita opened her mouth, closed it. and then looked away. A familiar pricking sensation came to her eyes, and she closed her eyes fighting against her tears. How dare he? How DARE he suggest something like that. Who did he think she was? She stood slowly, her fists clenched.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Kit."
His gaze didn't waver from her face, and he stood his ground, as she stood and glared straight back at him.
"Listen Nita.."
"No. You listen!" She cried, taking him by the shoulders and shoving him back onto the bed. He grunted in surprise, and she took that chance to bend over and poke him accusingly in the chest.
"How can you say that? You mean EVERYTHING to me. Everything. My wizardry, my friendship, everything. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I can't believe you think that I'd simply..I don't know get bored of you or something. You say I think you're not a good friend. Maybe it's the other way around. Am I good enough for you Kit?"
"Nita.."
"No." She turned and walked to the door, pausing there, but keeping her back to him.
"Ronan, made it seem worst then it was. You played right into his bate. He was always jealous of you, one way or another. You had my friendship, my loyalty, my trust. You knew me better than he ever could. And that pissed him off because all he got was a coke stain on his pants, and one kiss. One. I don't know if the definition of 'fling' is different in Ireland...but in America's standards it never happened. So, I'm leaving now Kit. I hope, the next time you talk to me, you'll that you're so important to me, that I couldn't lie to you, even if I wanted to. Good-bye Kit." And with that, she walked out the door, slamming it behind her.
Back in his room, Kit let out a breath.
"Hey, Brujo?" His dad asked.
"Yeah?"
"Trust me. The way Nita walked out of here, you're going to need to do some apologizing."
*End Flashback*
Nita sighed, and reached over to her manual. It was time to see what Kid had to say.
Disclaimer: I do not own, young wizards. Seriously, you had to ask?
Summary: He was her first friend. He is her best friend. You don't fall for your best friend. You just don't. Little did she know, that she already had.
______________________________________________________________________________
"Honey?," She heard her dad call from the kitchen, as she kicked the door open and stormed through the room. She didn't answer, slamming her bag down on the table, and sighing out loud in frustration as it's contents flew all over the place. Her father appeared in the doorway, and had she not been so pissed, she would have laughed. He was wearing an apron, his hands covered in flour, and a spatula in his hand covered in white goop. Since when did he know how to make cookies? It didn't matter.
"Honey, did you just get back from another outing?"
'Outing' was a word her family used when she, or her little sister, were out on a wizardry. Not that they were embarrassed by the magic in their family, as her aunt was one too. Saying 'wizardry' led to, too many complications. If Nita or Dairine had come into a sticky situation, they did not have time to tell their father that they were off to the planet Ziphen, to control the over-population of the slimy, tentacle, infested creatures there call Ziphs.
"Yes, Dad." She answered, dropping down under the table, to pick up her things. When she went to pick up her manual, she felt it fuzz and sighed. When her manual, a book used to help her in wizardry, with spells and listings, fuzzed like that, it meant she had a message. And she knew exactly who it was from. The person that was the cause of her current bad mood.
"Where's Kit. Doesn't he usually come over for dinner after?"
"Yeah. But I really don't think he'll be coming over Dad. I'm going upstairs."
And to avoid any further questioning, she ran upstairs to her room, flopping on her bed, and ignoring the fuzzing manual.
*Flashback*
"Kit?" She knocked on his bedroom door. His mother smiled at her as she passed, and waved her hand in a casual greeting. It wasn't unusual to see Nita in the house.
"One second!" Came the answer, muffled by the door. When he opened the door, his eyebrow was raised, and she suspected he thought she was his sister. When his eyes landed on Nita, his expression darkened and he turned, leaving the door open for her to come in. He walked back over to his desk, where he had been doing his homework.
"Hey, I thought we could work on that garbage problem over by the-.." She paused. He didn't seem to be listening, or if he was, he was trying to seem like he wasn't. One hand was cradling the side of his face, and he was taping his pen against his work, his eyes looking out the window. She looked at him strangely, and then went over and sat on his bed.
"Kit?"
"What?"
"Are we getting our sleep lately?"
He turned to her, as if this idea was absolutely ridiculous and insulting. She was shocked, as his eyes glared angrily at her, darker than they had been before.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
She tilted her head at him questioningly, and this seemed to anger him further.
"You know what I'm talking about! Am I not close enough to you now? That you can't tell me things?"
Her eyes narrowed at his accusation. "How can I answer you why, when I don't even know what it was I didn't tell you?!"
He stood, and she flinched at his angry movements. They had been in fights before, but she had never seen him 'this' angry. His hair was flopped over his eyes, and his posture was stiff, almost as if he was holding himself back.
"I was checking up with Ronan, you know, seeing how things were going in Ireland. He asked how you were doing, and I answered you were doing fine. His question seemed at bit dry though, and when I asked him what was up...can you guess what he told me Nita?"
Although she had an idea, she shook her head. Even if Ronan had told him...why would Kit care? And above that, be angry about it? She wanted to find out.
"He asked me if you usually played guys. I was extremely confused. And he told me about that little 'fling' you guys had." He turned to her again, and she caught a glimmer of hurt behind that anger. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She silently seethed from the bed, and reminded herself to have a little chat with Ronan about this later. Fling? They had kissed. Once. In her mind, that didn't count as anything to serious, that Ronan had to confront her best friend.
"I didn't think it mattered."
He took a step back from her, as if he had been slapped.
"So I don't matter to you now?" He shook his head, and walked back to his chair, turning his back to her. "I suggest you leave, Nita. Before I say something I'll regret."
"Like what?"
He stood up again, and walked to the bed, standing in front of her, and glaring down at her.
"Like how I actually considered not speaking to you. But God, Nita. If he said you were playing him, that means there were other guys. And that's fine. I'm surprised the guys at our school aren't running after you. But you could have told me you had feelings for Ronan. Was there some reason you were hiding it from me? Am I not good enough for you now? Maybe you need more guys in your life, Nita. Because I'm not a good enough friend. Maybe you finally realised the kids at school were right. Why hang out with a kid younger than you?"
Nita opened her mouth, closed it. and then looked away. A familiar pricking sensation came to her eyes, and she closed her eyes fighting against her tears. How dare he? How DARE he suggest something like that. Who did he think she was? She stood slowly, her fists clenched.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Kit."
His gaze didn't waver from her face, and he stood his ground, as she stood and glared straight back at him.
"Listen Nita.."
"No. You listen!" She cried, taking him by the shoulders and shoving him back onto the bed. He grunted in surprise, and she took that chance to bend over and poke him accusingly in the chest.
"How can you say that? You mean EVERYTHING to me. Everything. My wizardry, my friendship, everything. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I can't believe you think that I'd simply..I don't know get bored of you or something. You say I think you're not a good friend. Maybe it's the other way around. Am I good enough for you Kit?"
"Nita.."
"No." She turned and walked to the door, pausing there, but keeping her back to him.
"Ronan, made it seem worst then it was. You played right into his bate. He was always jealous of you, one way or another. You had my friendship, my loyalty, my trust. You knew me better than he ever could. And that pissed him off because all he got was a coke stain on his pants, and one kiss. One. I don't know if the definition of 'fling' is different in Ireland...but in America's standards it never happened. So, I'm leaving now Kit. I hope, the next time you talk to me, you'll that you're so important to me, that I couldn't lie to you, even if I wanted to. Good-bye Kit." And with that, she walked out the door, slamming it behind her.
Back in his room, Kit let out a breath.
"Hey, Brujo?" His dad asked.
"Yeah?"
"Trust me. The way Nita walked out of here, you're going to need to do some apologizing."
*End Flashback*
Nita sighed, and reached over to her manual. It was time to see what Kid had to say.