The Prologue

Skyler let out a content sigh as she sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. Misha was perched up on her shoulder contently purring, while Jasper was at the bottom of her feet. It was unusually quiet for this household, for two of the bikers were sleeping; plus Lola was sleeping over.

Skye turned her head to the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and saw Raphael.

"Morning Raph," she smiled.

He smiled in response, planting a kiss on her lips. "Sleep well?"

She giggled. "Of course I did."

Looking at the table, the muscular blond noticed a cup of coffee already poured. He took a seat next to her and began reading the paper.

"Finally, a quiet morning. No pranks, no screams. Don't you enjoy it?" she said, breaking the silence.

"Indeed, it is rare for us to have a moment like this."

The silence was interrupted when several pops were heard, followed by loud splashes of water. There was also a high-pitched scream and a loud growl.

"You're a dead Aussie!" a voice exclaimed, followed by a loud, Australian cackle.

"You spoke too soon, Raphael," Skye sighed, placing Misha on the ground and getting up. Walking towards the stairs, she stood there, arms crossed over her chest. Of course, that was a mistake, for a brown blur crashed into her, tackling her to the floor.

"Damn it Valon!" Skye screamed, as the Australian scrambled off the girl and ran somewhere in the house.

Rolling to her side, she avoided the footsteps of the mushroom haired duelist, whom was right on the Australian heels.

"I spoke too soon," she said, rolling on her back once again.

Looking up, she met a pair of blue eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she said smiling, accepting his hand. "Thanks Raph."

Raphael effortlessly lifted Skye on her feet and smiled back. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Nah, I'm fine," she said, reassuring the blond.

At that moment, Alister came walking back out from the kitchen. "Why am I always the victim?" he growled.

"Your guess is as good as ours," Sky shrugged with Raphael giving a nod.

"Dry off," Raphael said, handing the redhead a towel. "You're dripping wet and trekking water throughout the house. Someone is bound to slip."

"Where is he?" a female voice said from the stairwell. Turing around Skyler saw her best friend completely soaked. Her dark colored hair clung to her body, plus her white shirt was completely soaked and made everything see-through (Skyler was happy that she was wearing a camisole underneath). "I'm going to kill him."

The phone rang and just as Raphael was going to answer it, a brown blur can past him and knocked him down.

"'ello? This is Valon speakin'" Valon said, answering the phone.

Silence followed, and Valon spoke again. "Ya, she's 'ere. SKYE! PHONE'S FOR YOU!" he screamed, flinching as she flicked him in the head and took the phone away from him.

"Hello, this is Sk-" the chuckling Australian ran into her, in an attempt of running away from Alister, cut her off. "This is Skyler speaking," she finished, moving out to the backyard.

"Get back here, Valon!" a still soaking wet Alister exclaimed, still chasing the Australian around the house.

"Never!" he cackled, not paying attention to where he was running. In all honesty, he should've been paying attention; he slipped on the left over water and ended up sliding into the wall.

"Serves you right," Alister said, standing over the Australian, while Raphael came over with some smelling salts. Lola was hovering over the now unconscious Australian.

"Lola, I'd move if I were you," the blond stated, as he got down on his knees and held the smelling salt under his nose; making sure to keep a safe distance in the process.

"What the 'eck died!?" he exclaimed, bolting straight up. "W'at 'appened?"

"You slipped on water, and collided with the wall," Lola exclaimed, getting up from the floor.

"Valon, how many times do I have to tell you to not prank Alister this early in the morning?" Raphael scorned.

"…50 I think,"

"And why do you do it?"

"Because he has no brain," Alister snorted.

At that moment, the back door opened and Skyler walked in; a perplexed look on her face. "Dare I ask what happened and why the living room smells like Valon's room?"

"'ey!"

"Don't worry about it. Is everything alright Skye?" Raphael asked, throwing the smelling salt away.

Skye placed the phone back on the cradle and leaned against the wall. "How do you guys feel about going back to high school?"

Authors Note is in next Chapter