"Okay, so I was thinking we could-" Katherine was cut off by the doorbell ringing.
"I'll get that," Matthew said, then he set Maple on the floor and hauled himself up.
It had been three days since Matthew's arrival, and two things. He's not as shy and antisocial around the polar-opposite sisters. And he has better thoughts toward Katherine; she means no harm, just don't give her sugar... Then there's a problem.
Matthew walked tentatively to the front door and looked out the peephole. A splash of blonde hair and blue clothing pierced Matthew's eye. Curious, Matthew opened the door to a smiling Francis, where Matthew automatically shut the door.
"Who was that?" Katherine bounced up to Matthew and tried looking over his shoulder.
"Just a ding-dong-ditcher or something..." Matthew walked back to his seat on the couch, dread welling up in the pit of his stomach.
Maple hopped onto his lap again and he began stroking the cat.
"So what was your idea Katherine-" Matthew was cut off by the doorbell ringing once again, then persistently.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong.
Artemis threw the book she was reading to the ground, where it landed on the page she was reading.
"My God I'm coming!" she screamed..
Artemis stomped to the front door, fuming, and it swung open to reveal a slightly agitated blond. Great, another blond, Artemis thought snidely and sneered at him. "What could you possibly want so bad that you have to spam ring our doorbell?" The man smiled.
"Why bonjour belle, how are you this beautiful day?" the man with a very thick French accent bowed and took Artemis' stiff hand, then brought it down to his level and pressed his lips to it.
"Papa... Go away!" Matthew yelled, which was more of a normal voice, and he pulled Artemis in by the arm, slamming the door shut once more.
"What was all that screaming?" Katherine strained on the tips of her toes to see out the peephole again.
"Just my... uh... older brother..." Matthew muttered lamely before turning once more to return to the couch.
"Older brother huh?" Artemis asked, wiping the back of her hand on her pants in disgust.
Matthew nodded his head tightly.
"Y-Yeah... he just insists on me calling him.." he shuddered, "Papa... I don't understand why though..."
Matthew hesitated for a moment before shaking his head
. "Why would he do that?" Katherine asked, disgusted.
"Is he some kind of..." Katherine shuddered, then grabbed onto Matthew's arm.
"Take me to my room, Sir Knight!" she started giggling.
Matthew stood, letting the light girl cling onto his arm and wrap her legs around his waist.
"It's hard to believe you're only nineteen!" Katherine said as Matthew began walking to Katherine's room, holding tightly onto her waist. (Because he didn't want her to fall. Psh, totally,)
"And why is that, my fair maiden?" Matthew stopped outside of the picture ridden door, marking Katherine's unaccessible room.
"Just... Just cause!" Katherine hopped down and darted into her room, then turned around before shutting her door.
Dropping a wink in Matthew's direction, she shut the door.
Matthew stood at the door, even as it clicked shut, a dumbfounded expression glued to his face.
What on Earth was that for? She's only seventeen! He thought, seeming to only reassure himself. Matthew sighed, a blush dusting his cheeks, then he shook his head, letting the feeling pass.
