A Declan/Fiona story from the point-of-view of her diary. So, remember, it's all as she sees the world and everything might not seem exactly as it really is. Rated T, for now. And only read if you like the idea of Declan/Fiona. (So excited for the kiss in the Degrassi movie, (!) even if she is just drunk) :) If you like it, please leave a review so I know someone's interested and I'll update it. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I'd love to continue it! I mean, uh, Fiona would XD And I'm not gonna bother dating the entries, though, because that would be kinda pointless.
Saturday, 11:43 a.m. - Coyne's Residence, alone at kitchen table
Of all the images to be greeted with first thing in the morning.
I admit I slept in a little late this morning but my brother sure does get off to quite an early start. I was just on my way across the hall to brush my teeth when I almost ran into him, my hands having to push off his bare chest.
Now, don't get me wrong. I happen to fully love every run-in I get with Declan's perfect chest. It's why he was so bare-chested that makes my head start feeling nauseous.
See, as soon as he saw me, he blurted out, "Fi! I didn't know you were here!" - which was stupid because I seem to never really leave here - and I looked up at his widened, clear blue eyes and noticed how particularly tousled his blonde locks appeared and, then, another voice rang into the hall. And well, it sure as hell wasn't mom's.
"Declan, did you get the syrup?" Holly J giggled like a crazy canadian nut as she ran out into the hall, wrapped in nothing but a bed sheet. Of course as soon as she saw me, she quickly wrapped it across even tighter, her seductive smile leaving her face. She just nervously gulped and mumbled out, "Oh..hi, Fiona."
Which, I felt, was honestly kind of rude. But, now that I think about it, I guess I must've looked kind of rude too, what with my arms folded across my chest, and my foot tapping angrily, and my throat trying to hold back vomit...
But, can you blame me? I mean, all morning, as I was sleeping innocently, dreaming of Europe and rainbows, and basking in the glow of my angelic purity, my twin and his inamorata were going at it in the bedroom right across from mine! And if it weren't for me being "here," they probably would've kept right on going! In fact, next, was apparently a fun, unsanitary game with syrup - which sound like it includes far more licking, than necessary. He's my brother, not an ice cream cone - !
That's right. Declan had already indulged himself in all his deepest, unspeakable desires before I had so much as made it to the bathroom for a spit 'n' rinse.
Of course, pride wasn't the issue, though. I don't even know what the issue really was. I just figured Holly J had enough issues for all of us.
And my poor, helpless brother has to hear her babble on about all of them. (I have to remember to pray they break up before his beautiful head just explodes. And, okay, it would be to the benefit of my head too.)
But at that moment, no one was babbling. No one even spoke. I stood there, in my PJ's, glaring, Holly J clung to Dec's arm in a bed sheet, her mouth slightly agape, and Declan kind of scratched his head nervously, dressed in just his boxers. So, it wasn't awkward at all.
"Well, nice seeing you 2," I regretfully remember myself saying, "Hope to bump into you again in the near future." - The latter wasn't exactly a lie, either, when directed at my brother. As long as Holly J wasn't around, I wouldn't at all mind colliding into his muscles all day. The other part...well, yeah, that was a lie. - And I just went right along on my way, hoping to God they had more sense than to just turn around and hop back into bed.
But I learned 2 things that morning:
First. Declans sex hair? It's very...sexy. I guess, if I was dating a boy with such crazy hot sex hair as Declan, I would run over to his house first thing every morning to mess it up too. It's not Holly J's fault for wanting him. It's my fault for needing him.
Oh, and the other thing?
I will not be pouring syrup on my pancakes for a very, very long time.