AN: You may notice that this is in fact two of my fics merged together. That's because they just sort of fitted better together and I wanted to have them go away on holiday in this fic instead of before it.
Although, you DON'T actually have to have READ the HOUSE of GOT past the first couple of chapters though it would be nice if you did… And even nicer if you left a review… I'm not hinting…
Disclaimer: I don't own GoT but I do own the House of GoT, Kyla and the plot. I also own the randomness… Randomation for the Nation!
I was going to start with Dillon's pov, like I am with the sequel, but I changed my mind after starting this chapter. It works better with…
Kyla (yep, it's her again)
I hate my alarm clock.
"WE'RE ALL GOING ON A SUMMER HOLIDAY!"
Dillon is that alarm clock – that mega annoying alarm clock that just doesn't know when to shut up. Oh great, now Ethan's kindly decided to join in.
"NO MORE WORKING FOR A WEEK OR TWO!" they sing. I swear their bad singing is on purpose. Well, I know Ethan's is 'cause I've heard him sing other stuff okay.
I can't take it anymore; there is no way I'm listening to the next verse. I sit bolt upright, still clutching my pillow over my ears.
"SHUT UP!" I yell. "I'M AWAKE OKAY? I'M AWAKE!"
Ethan salutes me as he leaves. "Sorry Kyla."
"Good!" I call after him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, the pillow I had over my ears being unceremoniously dumped on my bed. When I re-open them, Dillon is still seated by my feet. "What?" I ask.
"Nothing," he replies.
I raise my eyebrows. "If you've got nothing to say then why are you still in my room? I could be naked under these covers for all you know."
He offers a smug grin. "If you were naked, you'd be in trouble right now," he states, gesturing to where the covers are, having fallen down to my waist when I sat up to yell at him earlier.
I sigh. "Dillon, just get out of my room. I want to change."
He moves, pausing by the door to look back. "By the way, remember we leave today. Be quick, yeah? Oh and Lathenia told me to tell you to… pack your bus bag! Yeah, that was it. Oh and check the rest of your stuff is packed."
Despite my definitely-not-a-morning-person status, I manage a small grin. "I've already done it, Dillon."
As, Dillon closes the door, I manage to drag myself from my nice, warm bed and change into the powder blue cotton cut-offs, white vest top and my favourite dark blue and white patterned hoodie, all of which, I laid out ready to wear last night when I packed my case.
That, done, I grab my 'bus bag' as Lathenia has dubbed our hand luggage even though it's going on a plane as well as the minibus, and dump it in the hall with my case before plonking my butt on my chair in the kitchen to wait for my breakfast. Dillon, Ethan, Arkarian, Rochelle and Matt are already there. Neriah's probably still trying to get her case to close 'cause she's got so much stuff and Isabel's just… Isabel. She's always late.
I should probably explain why we're busy getting ready to go away. Among those papers we found in Athens, was information about a place this 'Pure Evil' has been lurking recently. Ethan managed to read to some of it but not all of it before we were disturbed and he used his skill to put the papers back so our mission would go unnoticed. He shared this information with Lorian when he got back from that mission and the immortal had ordered him not to tell any of us where it is. Our orders are to let the keys make us closer to the insane end of the scale than usual and act like we're just going on holiday while we actually search for clues. Of course, with Matt the whole insanity thing isn't such a good idea but oh well; apparently we're going somewhere hot so it won't matter. Sun, sea and sand...
"No!" A shout from Lorian grabs my attention. "I will not!"
Lathenia replies something but I don't quite catch it. Whatever it was, it makes Lorian leave the kitchen and join us at the table. We all look to him questioningly but he ignores it.
Finally, Dillon, with all his tact, comes out with, "What was that all about?"
Lorian pauses as if he's contemplating whether to tell us or not then he sighs. "She wanted me to uncover the first aid kit."
"Uncover?" I question, before I can stop myself.
He nods. "Yes, I hid it away. In fact, I hid all of the first aid supplies," he explains. "I am not letting her take it to the beach with us."
None of us quite know what to say back to that. Thankfully, none of us have to, 'cause Isabel and Neriah choose that moment to emerge from their packing to eat breakfast, which Lathenia brings in as soon as they sit down, as if on cue.
It would be quite spooky if we did live by cues. It would be like the Truman show only everyday life. I felt quite sorry for Truman when I watched that. You've got to admit, it is a tad mean to do that to someone.
Dillon waves his hand in front of my face, the potato-y thing I had on my fork falling back onto my plate as I am distracted from my distractedness.
"What?" I ask.
He grins and I just want to wipe it off his face, along with that piece of bacon he's got hanging out of the corner of his mouth right now. He sucks it in then swallows.
"You looked distracted," he points out.
I applaud him. "Well done, Einstein," I say. The sarcasm just leaks out. "That's 'cause I was."
He finishes his breakfast, jumping up with that stupid grin still attached to his face. Doesn't he know that it's not acceptable behaviour in the morning?
"I'm gonna load my case into the minibus," he declares to me. "Do you want me to take yours too?"
"Mmm," I answer, swallowing a mouthful of egg. "Go for it!"
He does. He's just saved me a job while I sit here and enjoy my breakfast. Yep, this is what holidays are all about.
I finish my breakfast and amble upstairs, hoping to find that Dillon's put my bus bag on the minibus too as well as my case. No such luck, it's still there so I put it on my back, musing about how turtle-like I look in the mirror before leaving my room.
"Hey, turtle-woman!"
I turn to face Ethan. That was freaky! Ethan's not a truthseer; how did he know what I was thinking? I must've been spending far too much time with Ethan.
He grins. "Rochelle told me your thoughts," he explains, catching sight of my expression. "Come on, you'll want to see this!"
He gestures for me to follow as he rushes off down the hallway. We stop at Neriah's room, where Rochelle is standing, laughing her head off. Looking in the room, I realise why: Neriah can't close her case
She's got Matt sitting on it and is kneeling on it herself but she still can't pull the zip around. It's probably due to the sheer amount of clothes and beauty products she's tried to stuff in there. I can't help but laugh, even if it's partially due to the fact that Dillon's laughing so hard he's actually struggling to breathe.
I've changed my mind. Scratch what I decided earlier, this is what holiday's are all about; laughing like a loony.
"Come on!" A yell from downstairs barely manages to cut through the laughter. "Into the minibus!"
With one last glance at Neriah, I grab the gasping Dillon and follow Rochelle and Ethan to the minibus.
Holiday, here we come!
AN: I know that chapter was really short and not very funny but it gets better next chapter. I just had to set the scene. I was going to continue but if I did, this chapter would run on for a long time so I just cut it here.
Next Chapter: Rampaging suitcases, suitcase wars, automatic door and the airport! Dun, dun DUN!
Anyway, tell me what you think! Any review is welcome, I don't mind getting conscrit.
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