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This is my first story for Sweep, and the second story I've ever written. Please be kind. I don't mind constructive critisism, but no flames! There's no reason to flame somebody. I recieved an e-mail from somebody going on and on about how I was a very lame person, but not once did they mention my story.
Isabelle Kinnel - red haired, beautiful, confident, violet eyed.
Allie MacCay - quiet, blonde haired, blue eyes shy.
Cuthbert Shaw - curly red hair, blue eyes, loud, loves to laugh, fun, outgoing.
Jonathan Duncan - quiet, shy, dark eyes, and dark haired.
Chapter One
"Love, do you think you could come over tonight?" Hunter's sharp accent spoke over the phone. I glanced towards the living room, where my family was gathered, watching t.v. and laughing. I turned my back to the living room and sighed. I wish could do what I want, when I want, like I could back in Scotland.
"I think so. If they know your dad's going to be there." A burst of laughter drowned out what Hunter was saying. It's sounds like there's a bunch of people over there.
"Hunter! Hunter, do you remember that time we snuck behind your house and kissed? We were like, seven, and thought we were so grown up!" I could hear someone saying in the background, followed by Hunter's laugh. My breath caught in my throat, and I coughed to get it out. Was that an old girlfriend? My stomach squirmed at the thought. Though I had much confidence in my magick, there were times when I couldn't help but feel jealous of any girl who Hunter looked at. I thought I got rid of that feeling once I got back from Scotland, but I guess I was wrong.
Scotland had been fun and informative. For the first time in my life, I truly belonged. It helped that I had plenty of guys asking me out, but my eyes remained fixated on a particular British blondie. I had made friends with an American named Josh Carter, an Italian named Dante Toccoli, and an Australian girl named Alexis Portman. Dante had been intelligent, the quiet one of the group. Josh was the clown, always making jokes, bringing your spirits up when you needed it. Alexis had been just like Josh, loud mouthed and fun loving. Dante and I had been more the quiet type, reserved. On some strange twist, we all got along wonderfully. My magic had flourished, and I had learned more in that time than I ever thought possible. I was in control of my powers, I knew my limits, and it didn't matter if I wasn't the prettiest. I felt beautiful when I used my powers, and apparently some of the guys had agreed.
Returning had been wonderful. I had missed everyone terribly, and seeing them again had been wonderful. They immediately noticed a change, and I could only grin, and accept the compliments. If they knew half the stuff I had done...Hunter had been there, holding a bouquet of roses, smiling happily. I hadn't let go of his hand until he had to leave. My coven, Kithic, had thrown a welcome back party, and everything had been wonderful. Life couldn't have gotten better. Hunter and I had been getting closer lately, and I knew him almost as well as I knew myself. He's an extension of me.
"Love, are you there? Love? Morgan!" I snapped out of my reverie.
"Yeah, I'm here." I answered.
"So can you get here? There are some friends I want you to meet."
"Sure, I'm on my way." I hung up the phone and slipped my shoes on. I walked to the living room and cleared my throat to get my family's attention. They turned as one to stare at me.
"I'm going over to Hunter's. He has some people he wants me to meet." They nodded reluctantly, obviously not wanting me to go out so late. But since I'd come back from Scotland, I'd proven to them I was capable of taking care of myself. I thanked them and hurried to my car. If he wants to break up with me, it's better to get it over with. I pulled Das Boot, my huge car, out of my driveway, and turned towards Hunters side of town. The dark was comforting, instead of scaring me like it usually did.
I finally reached Hunter's house, and noticed the unfamiliar car parked in the driveway. Many more cars, ones I recognized from people from my coven, were parked on the driveway. I parked behind the unfamiliar car and climbed out. The wind blew my hair into my face, and I brushed it back impatiently. The door opened, and Daniel, Hunter's father, stepped out. He smiled as I drew closer.
"Hunter's been talking non-stop about you. I feel like I've known you for my entire life, rather just a little bit." I laughed nervously, and glanced toward the window that showed the living room. All I could see was Sky, Hunter's cousin sitting on a chair and smiling. She looked calm, relaxed, and totally at ease. Daniel followed my gaze and smiled.
"You'd better go in." I nodded and opened the door. I turned half-way and glanced back at Daniel. It's so strange to call him that.
"You coming?"I asked politely, and he just shook his head and settled down on the steps. I shrugged and moved inside. I moved into the living room, stopping in the doorway to stare. It was filled beyond its capacity. The Kithic members were sitting in each other's laps, while for people I didn't know squeezed onto the couch. Hunter was standing by the fireplace. Nobody had noticed me come in yet, and I used the time to check out Hunter's friends.
One girl had long red hair, violet eyes, and was extremely attractive. She had curves in all the right places (damn her!) and she seemed perfectly confident. She was pressed up against another girl, this one with blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked kind of shy, and not as good looking as the red haired girl. She was pretty though, with her long lashes and full mouth. On the other side of the couch were two guys. One guy had extremely curly red hair, with shining blue eyes and a mouth that seemed to be permanently curled in a smile. He's the Josh of the group. Always cracking jokes, making people laugh, and having a good time. I'd say the red head was the Alexis of the group, the dark haired girl, myself. I sometimes fantasized that other people were like the clique I had in Scotland, out of missing them so muchI turned my eyes to the last guys and felt a jolt in my stomach.
He had dark good looks, a full, beautiful mouth, and dark, serious looking eyes. He seemed shy and unsure of himself. The other, lounged carelessly on the couch, completely comfortable with who he was, even if he wasn't comfortable being in a room full of strangers. He was the first to notice me standing silently in the doorway. His eyes met mine, and I felt a shiver go down my spine. His curly haired friend glanced at the dark one and followed his gaze. His eyes met mine, and his blue ones brightened.
"Hey Hunter, I think your girls here." Hunter straightened and turned my way, a smile lighting his face up. He moved towards me quickly.
"Morgan! You're finally here!" He pulled me close and dropped a kiss on my lips. I smiled uncertainly up at him, and he winked. Hunter's never in this good of a mood when it's just the two of us. I clung to him, allowing him to lead me back to where he was standing before. Kithic continued talking, but his friends had stopped. They followed us with their eyes.
"Morgan, I'd like you to meet my friends. The blonde girl is Allie MacCay, the red head is Isabelle Kinnel, the red headed guy is Cuthbert Shaw, and that's Jonathan Duncan." As he introduced each person, they nodded at me. I met Jonathan's eyes and shivered again. Cuthbert grinned at me, and so did Isabelle.
"Hey Morgan. We've heard a lot about you. Hunter didn't say you were gorgeous though." Cuthbert's obviously a charmer. He's rather like Killian, except less irresponsible. I could feel their power radiating off of them. I felt myself turn slightly pink, still not used to being called pretty, let alone gorgeous. I grinned back though, and bowed slightly. Cuthbert laughed, his eyes dancing still. I immediately liked him. Isabelle smiled at me and turned to talk to Sky. I was a little wearier of her. Jonathan just sat there, watching everybody talk and enjoy themselves. Hunter kept his arm around me, and I snuggled close. He briefly smiled at me before continuing his conversation with Robbie and Bree.
"So, Morgan, I heard you were studying abroad." I nodded, quickly falling into a conversation with her. She was exactly what I thought her to be, smart, pretty, nice, and confident. Cuthbert and Hunter joined in, and soon we were all sharing magic stories with one another. Kithic mostly listened, not being blood witches themselves. Alisa Soto was a half witch, but she was too shy to really make a comment. I laughed at some of the stories they told, and explained my adventures with Cal and my father. They gasped at the right moments, and seemed angry when it was warrented. Then Kithic joined in and we told them of our life when we didn't practice Wicca.
"So there's Bree's blanket, smoking badly. She's frantically trying to put it out by blowing on it, and I'm standing there going 'we're in trouble, we're in trouble.' Finally Bree gets this brilliant idea to throw the blanket outside, so she does just that. It lands on top of her fathers head, freaking him out. He starts screaming, not knowing what was covering him. He got it off, saw the smoke, and thought he was on fire. So by the time Bree and I got downstairs, her dad was rolling around on the ground." My stomach hurt from laughing, and the others chuckled, but they didn't see what was so hilarious.
"The funny part is, my dad's this straight-laced, never have any fun type of guy. So to see him screaming and rolling around on the ground...it was priceless." Bree sighed, and her eyes met mine. We both grinned. I glanced at the clock and did a double take. It was 1:30 in the morning, and I hadn't called my parents!
"Oh no! It's late, and I didn't call my parents." I leaned over to grab my jacket and nearly toppled over from leaning to far over. I straightened myself up and moved swiftly toward the door.
"It was awesome meeting all of you, but if I don't get home soon, I'll be grounded for so long, I won't see you until I'm eighty!" Hunter followed me out the door and to my car. His father wasn't anywhere in site, and I relaxed into Hunter's arms. His lips brushed mine, and his beautiful green eyes stared down at me.
"I had fun tonight. Do you think after school, you could come here? I invited everybody in Kithic, but some have things to do tomorrow. I think that only Bree and Robbie are showing up." I nodded.
"I can make it. I don't have anything planned." I leaned forward and kissed his lips gently, loving the feel of his lips on mine. He kissed me back, and for some unknown amount of time we simply kissed and held onto each other. Finally he ended the kiss and stepped back.
"You need to get home, and I need to get back inside." I looked over his shoulder and noticed that Robbie, Bree, and Alisa were leaving, the only one's who had school in the morning. I hugged Hunter before climbing into my car. I turned the engine on and pulled away. My last glimpse was of Hunter standing on the side of the driveway, and Bree, Robbie, and Alisa climbing into Bree's car, Breezy.
By the time I got home, my eyelids were getting heavy, and all I wanted was to climb into bed and rest. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and it was finally taking its toll on me. I parked Das Boot next to my parents car and wearily made my way up to my room. I brushed my teeth, got into my pajamas, and climbed into my bed. I turned out the light, and snuggled down.
I'll study magic tomorrow...
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