AJ's POV—
"That's a great idea!" I exclaim as Mac explains how she wants to decorate our cabin.
Her idea was ice. Because we were children of Poseidon, the god of water, we assumed we could make it—you know, because it's just a derivative of water. We wanted the ice everywhere. It would be winter-y, not Christmas-y. I don't know if she was intending to be all religion because Hollie keeps insisting Mason is Jewish, but we wouldn't want to offend, so...
Mac started to add an icy glare to the windows, while I worked on the stone walkway. I stood at the door-frame of the cabin, thrusting my hands forward. I feel a sharp tug in the pit of my gut, and water blasts out from the crevices between the rocks. The stone becomes coated with a thin layer of water, and I clench my fists. The water shuts off, and the tug in my stomach lessens. I release my fist, and the water turns shiny, and then becomes ice.
Next up—the roof.
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Within the next few minutes, the pain of Mac's snow boots dig into my shoulders, and she grows icicles on the gutter of the roof. It was times like this I wish Mac was Hollie; she was about four inches shorter, smaller, and not to mention she didn't wear shoes.
As soon as the outside of the cabin looked like an igloo, we went inside to decorate the roof and such.
Just as we were about finished, I heard something outside.
"Mac!" I whisper/yell. "I think it's a spy!"
I hear a small laugh from outside, and a voice that says, "Even if I was a spy, I would be all that great, now would I, Short Straw?"
Hollie.
"Gods, you can just be so paranoid at times." she says. "Not like anything's going to happen— Crap." she says, the last word echoing with fear.
I looked out the window, taking in the sight of Hollie standing right in the middle of our ice-covered walkway, no doubt unable to feel the earth vibrating under her.
"Mac!" I yell, as she comes towards the door frame.
"What?" she asks, her voice filled with annoyance, but then chimes into realization. "Oh. Yeah, that's a problem."
"What do I do?" Hollie asks, her voice oddly steely calm for someone that can't see what's going on.
I stuttered out some words, but nothing she could understand.
"AJ! What—do—I—do." she says, cutting off every word, fear rising in her voice.
AJ. She called me AJ. She's never called me AJ. She must be really freaked out.
"Okay, Hollie," Mac says, "Take a few steps back."
Too late.
She tries, but falls right onto her butt, causing a giant crack to form in our perfect ice.
Mac and I threw a miniature tantrum, which mostly consisted of stomping our feet on the icy floor.
"Well..." Hollie says, still sitting on the broken ice. "That's embarrassing."
Hey guys. :3
TeamPiper wrote this chapter, and I edited it.
This has been sitting in my binder forever... Sorry for not updating it! D: As I've explained in most of my stories, winter blues has got me in its hold from time to time. .-. But I'm trying to fight it. The next chapter will be up as soon as possible *maybe even tonight if TeamPiper can send an idea.*
And sorry it's so short (about only five hundred words)! \:
