H2O: Twin Tails
Chapter Four
Aimee's Point of view:
Aimee felt strange. So very, very odd. She struggled to sit up, then fell back onto the wet ground. Arms spread wide and quite dazed, she vaguely noticed the man speak. He soon became aware of this and bent holding up some fingers of one hand. Aimee decided she couldn't be bothered trying to guess how many -what with him waving them around like that- and soon shut her eyes.
Upon this action she deduced the man was very rude. Heroic and all not to turn them in like that. But tragically rude.
You see, he started shakeing her, talking very crossly and loudly, and he picked her up. Let me reiterate, He PICKED her up. Like a princess. In front of god and everybody. Well, everybody on the empty street. But still. Anyone could've seen. Reputation ruiner. Not that her reputation wasn't ruined enough but- "You're really, very tall."
Huh, Aimee squeezed her eyes shut with more purpose, having just spoken aloud. And to say such a rediculous thing too. Oh the travesty.
"Are you alright?" He asked, carrying her. Again, reideration- CARRYING.
"Just peachy and you?" She peeked open her eyes and quickly shut them again when the sun seemed to scorch them.
"No really, How are you feeling?" Aimee turned her head and carefully moved her features into what would have been a glare. You know. If her eyes were open. Right.
"Like a princess." She stated, dripping sarcasm. He merely laughed and she gave him props. Supposing she had helped someone out like this sarcasm would've been the deciding factor in the Imma-Just-Gunna-Drop-You debacle.
"Well, can you walk?" He asked still carrying her ever further.
"No, but then again all I wanted to do was nap."
"In the sprinklers? On a Lawn? During the day?"
Aimee was quiet for a moment before asking, "What is this the Spanish Inquisition?" She sighed while he laughed- again. He's very repitious. "Don't judge me."
As he continued walking- and Aimee now knew the destination was her own house by direction of foot steps alone- Aimee peeked once more, noticeing only two things this time.
1. The was a large crowd of people in front of her house to see her being carried- joy. And 2. The moon was still out and the sun was going down, leaving her very wet and very cold.
Emily's point of view:
Emily was silent on the way home. She stuck with Cleo mostly, stareing alternatively at any of the three blondes like they'd fallen from the sky to slay her and her non-existant dog.
When they got there she saw something quite strange. Aimee, being carried. No seriously. It's unprecedented. The last time Aimee had been picked up she was four and screamed on and on about having legs and thier general function until their parents let her toddle along after them.
"Are you dieing!? Oh No, You can't die! You're so young, it's not fair! Oh cruel world and your instantaneous issues!" Emily cried, realizing something must be wrong.
"Leave my issues out of this." Aimee said. But she said it faintly, like she was hurt.
"I knew it, you have issues! Call a doctor, call an ambulence, and for the love of that one shade of green- you know the one we saw at the mall and you said you 'didn't like it' and I said it 'was lovely' and you said 'No, I really don't like it' and I said 'I'd paint my room that color' and you said if I 'liked it so much' I should 'marry it' and then you took the loudspeaker mic and announced to the entire mall that my 'wedding was taking place in sears and there'd be free cake' and then we were stampeded like Mufasa in The Lion King by tons of people-"
"I remember. It was Pepper Grass. Still hate it."
"Anyway, Mrs. Interrupt, For the love of-"
"Pepper Grass."
"Someone call dad!" Emily finally finished. There was a silence.
"She was taking a nap. In the sprinklers. In a lawn. In the middle of the day." The man carrying Aimee clarified for Cleo.
"Tattletale." Aimee stated. "I am feeling poorly though."
"Can you walk?" Cleo asked coming forward to feel Aimee's forehead.
"Sense I turned 2 months old."
"Not what I meant."
"Yeah, no point in being bipedal if I couldn't." Aimee was set down and sent to the bath to warm up.
A while later, as her caring sister, Emily dutifully went to bring her a towel when Cleo remembered she'd just folded the vast majority of every towel they owned.
"Aimee, I brought up a towel for you." Emily called through the door.
"Um, no, no you didn't." Aimee said, coming out of the bathroom absolutely dry. "You know what? Thinking I was dieing must have been exhausting, you take the next bath. I insist." And with that, Emily was shoved into the bathroom, towel and all.
Emily blinked, confused but willing to roll with her sister's awkwardness. She could use a bath. And Aimee had almost died, so it made sense to humor her.
Emily started the bath, before remembering she needed to get out her luffa and turned to get it. She tripped on the floor mat, landing with a small thud.
"You too?" Aimee called from right behind the door.
"Um, yeah I guess we need a new floor mat if it's tripping everyone." She heard Aimee sigh in frustration and wondered at it. "Did you forget something?"
"No, don't mind me." Aimee called back.
Emily shrugged and went back to test the water, falling again when something- something really really really weird- happened to her legs.
Aimee knocked on the door and heard a soft "Oh no, come in, no wait don't, oh gosh, my legs, am I dead, that's weird, and Aimee!"
Aimee rushed in smileing and then repeated, "You too?"
Cleo's point of view:
Cleo walked up the stairs to check on the girls, and noticed the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. Peeking in she saw the girls having a heart to heart and smiled, leaving them to it. As she walked down the stairs she thought back on what she saw and remembered something not-quite-right about it. Had that been a tail? No, no her eyes must have been playing tricks on her.
Right?
Before she could sneak another peek, the bathroom door closed all the way and made the telltale clink it does when the door locks.
But really it couldn't have been.
Could it?
