Ferromagnetism
A/n: I should stop before I hurt myself. Here's my F. This one is for... Uhm. Anyone who reads it and doesn't cry to death from laughing. Thanks for keeping up with the Dictionary Challenge Night!
The first time he noticed it, it was far too late. There would be no rescuing the princess from herself, for she was long gone to the art of mischief. He would-be guardian at the center of it all.
"Jer?" she asked sweet, rocking back on the heels of her feet.
"Yes?" He yawned, opening his eyes only to reach for his glasses.
"Sorry, I know it's late. Well. Early. But do you have a power drill?" She batted her green eyes innocently. Jeremie stared.
"I'm sorry, what?" The girl pouted for effect.
"Power drill. No? I thought you did." She clasped her hands behind her back.
"Uhm. In the closet. But…why?" She dove for it, quickly finding it among the other few tools he had, and scraps of this and that.
"Thank you, Jeremie!" And she was off again, down the hall leaving the blonde to fall back onto his bed in utter and sheer confusion.
The 'cousins' gravitated towards each other. He tried to reason with it. Maybe they just were similar, but some how he refused to accept that as the true answer. Whatever it was, Odd and Aelita were joined at the hip, eyes always sparkling with some sort of chaos and mischief and it no longer came as a surprise.
They were drawn together. Cut from the same mold. It was her creative side- the part that must have been her mother shining through. At least that's what she told Jeremie when she painted; and usually in royal colors- pinks, purples and blues, brightly and boldly covering the canvases which covered her room- hung on nearly every wall.
He understood the best he could. While he didn't quite grasp the why he did grasp the need and when her phone would ring or she'd lock eyes with a certain svelte friend of theirs she was off, her pixie laugh echoing as she'd kiss him quick and run off on her next adventure.
That's probably what got her into trouble in the first place, he figured. Her adventurous spirit that carried her everywhere. From hiking too far into the woods, to attempting to skateboard. She was rather fond of paint ball, and he couldn't keep her away from contact sports to save his life.
"Aelita?"
"Yes?" She looked up from her laptop, unfolding her legs from under her to stretch as he joined her on the wooden bench.
"When did you, uhm, get blonde streaks?" She grinned widely.
"Do you like them? Odd didn't know if you'd like them. You do right?" He smiled back, unable to disappoint the princess.
"I like them." Her grin was a thousand watts.
"Really? Good." She turned her eyes back to the laptop. "So, I was coding, but I think I'm stuck. Could you help?" And in the blink of an eye she was a different person.
The same person, really. Just, the part that wasn't climbing trees and sitting on the roof in December.
It was two hours later when her phone went off and, without removing her eyes from her work, she answered it.
"Really? Where? Can we get in?" Her eyes sparkled. "Should I bring extra rope just incase?" Jeremie knew without asking that she would be off on another adventure shortly, but in the past year it had almost completely stopped surprising him.
He had reached the conclusion that it was magnetic. They couldn't help it. He were pulled at adventure- at creativity among other things- in a way that excited them down to a molecular level. Who was he to stand in the way?
He may not understand their way of thinking, but if there was one thing he did understand, it was magnetism.