I Do Not Own My Candy Love
Sorry If This Offends
I DO NOT OWN MY CANDY LOVE
SORRY IF THIS OFFENDS
Chapter 1: How It All Began
Castiel's POV
"This is going to be the worst summer of my life." I complained as I cleaned my locker out.
"Think of the bright side Cas," Nathaniel told me, "Will be in high school next year and one year closer to freedom."
"You just want to get the hell away from Amber."
"Yep." he popped the 'P'.
"Besides," he continued, "I'm not too fond over my parents either."
"Well, perhaps you should try to bond over the summer?" Lysander cut in.
"I don't think that's such a good idea. I mean, my parents are…"
"What?! Your parents are what? I be glad to tell them what they are for you." Amber stood there with her possy and Capricine like they owned the school.
"Shut up Amber and get out of our way." she moved and we continued our conversations.
"That's exactly what this summer is for me, to 'bond''. Why we have to go to Georgia of all places beats me."
"Castiel, I think it would be a great experience." Lysander told me as held the middle schools door open for us.
"Yeah, there are some cool museums over there." Nathaniel agreed.
"Nat, you're turning into a nerd."
"I am not. I just got bit by intelligence. Anyway, enjoy this summer, because we don't have many more left. Next Summer we'll all be together for sure. And besides, we'll be fine if we just stick together."
"At least both of you won't be working at Leighs all Summer." Lysander pointed out.
We stopped. Ahead of us was our homes. Nathaniel's was first. Leigh's store which had an upstairs for Lysander to call home. Then my house, with a car already running and ready to go.
"Hurry up Cassie! The pilot has to get to the plane!" my mother yelled pointing to my dad.
"This is going to be a long summer." we all agreed.
"Don't forget to call!" I yelled at the two.
"Send me a postcard!" Nat yelled.
"Don't forget to practice!" I sighed. Lysander just had to torture me.
"Castiel, wake up honey." my eyes fluttered open to see an empty air plane. I sat up.
"Your father's going to get our stuff, hurry so we can meet him." I stood up and grabbed my carry on. I slid out from the seat and followed my mom down the aisle and off the plane.
Dad was at the baggage claim already with our stuff. He lead us to the parking lot to the worst vehicle I've ever seen.
An old worn out pickup truck that must had been red lay there in the parking lot. I gave my father a 'Is this a joke' look. He returned a 'This'll be awesome' look. I groaned and slid into the middle seat while dad put our baggage in the trunk. Mom slid next to me on my right.
"I know this seems bad, but it'll all be great from here. And for the record, I did not sign up for this car." I laughed at our distress as dad started the truck and drove.
"I was thinking about teaching you how to drive this." I raised my eyebrow and looked at him. "You know, taking it out in a field and teaching you how to drive so you'll have a headstart for drivers ed."
After a long time of driving we pulled up to a house and parked.
"George!"
"Mom, Dad!" my father welcomed his own parents into a hug.
"Oh, look at you all." my grandmother gasped, "Is that my Castiel?!" here it comes. She ran over and gave me a huge hug and pinched my cheeks.
"Oh, how much you've grown." she ushered us inside.
Before I knew it the day was over and I now knew why we didn't come down here so often. Catfish. Yep, thats it. Otherwise mom wouldn't be avoiding eating it. After being force to myself I thought I'd be sick. Dad ate ours and mom and I grabbed a microwaveable dinner. This is going to be a long Summer.
I sat on the porch with my acoustic guitar and strummed a song by 'The Winged Skulls'. Not surprisingly, it sounded like a cricket was chirping while being crushed. It was bad.
"You sound awful." a girl on the sidewalk stopped and stared at me. She had long, messy brown hair and mesmerizing blue eyes that seemed to stick out. Her skin was pale and porcelain looking. I couldn't tell if she was an angel or a ghost.
"Yeah, well…" was my response.
She walked up to me and put her arms around me with much effort since she was small and strummed using my hand.
"You're too tense, be flexible." she strummed again.
"Almost but you can't be down in the dump. You have to let you feelings enter the instrument and voice it with music. Here." she gently took the guitar away and played a series of notes fast in a guitar solo. I watched intently.
"See, you try." I took the guitar and again she put her arms around me. One second I was frozen, the next I was playing the same thing she was just slower and carefully.
"Good now…"
"There you are Ellie." I looked up.
"Good morning Mrs. Carter." she told my grandmother, "What do you need done today?" she asked pleasantly.
"Well, I'm putting you in charge of the boys so the can help you with the chores." My grandmother let everyone else outside.
"I'd like to introduce Ellie, my worker. She does the chores around the house. Her aunt lives all the way down there." she said pointing down the dirt road to the closest house on the road.
"Your Tata's daughter?" my father asked.
"No, she my Aunt. Her children are working at her house."
"How many does she have." he asked.
"Twin girls, Thelma and Louise." he nodded.
"Anyway, you're in charge Miss. Ella. If they slack tell her, she'll wup 'em for ya'." she pointed to my mom who laughed and went inside.
"I'll see you after bowling." my grandmother kissed my grandfather and he left.
"Have fun." she told us before going inside herself.
"Well." Ellie or Ella cleared her throat, "We need to repaint the fence, mow the grass, tend the garden, feed the coi, put more bird seed in the bird feeders, clean the porch and deck, the hen house needs painting, the hens need feed, Bessie could use a milking, Charlie and Daniel need feed and last but not least the stables need cleaned." she looked up. "Let's get started."
Dad ended up cleaning the stables mowing the grass and feeding all the animals which left me and Ellie or Ella (I've heard both so far) with painting, tending the garden, and cleaning the porch and deck.
We started with sweeping the deck off and cleaning the tables there and doing the same with the porch. By then I collapsed into a chair and tried to go to sleep. She ended up kicking me in the shin to get me up then running to the fence before I could grabbed her. Next, she took some white paint and two brushes and started painting. After a while I got bored and decided to get her back for kicking me so I splattered paint on her. She ended up doing the same until the fence and the ground was painted. Then she grabbed red paint and started the hen house. I fell into the grass face first to rest when we were done. Just when I was about to fall asleep, hot liquid was dumped on my head.
I heard my parents in the distance laughing. I then noticed my hair was red as a tomato.
"I have to say, you look good with red hair." Ellie or Ella told me before making a run for it.
I chased her down a hill and into a creek.
"Nooooo!" she squealed as I grabbed her from behind and pulled her with me into the creek. She splashed my face and dunked my head under the knee height water.
"Looks like black is back." she told me lifting a strand of my black hair. I grabbed her and carried her to the house over my shoulders.
"Well Miss. Ella and Mr. Castiel is wet. My grandma handed us some lemonade and force us to sit in the grass.
"I've yet to ask your name, I've heard two." I told her breathing heavily.
"Ella, people call me Ellie." she took a gulp from her lemonade.
"I'll go with little girl, Ellie"
"Whatever Rockstar."
I laid down in the grass after taking my brown jacket off.
I looked over at her. Her cut of jeans that were now shorts were soaked and a darker color blue. She also had a plain red tanktop that had sharpie written on it. "Check out my U-Tube Channel." below it was "Mine Music"
"You have a U-Tube Channel?" I asked. She nodded.
"I write songs and post me singing if you practice enough, I'll let you play guitar for me on it. I'll give you lessons if you want." the idea hit something. I don't know if it was bad or good but it hit something.
"Sure."
That's how it all began.
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