Hey, everybody! So, I wasn't actually planning on updating today, but I had nothing else to do, and was in a writing mood. Especially since I have an awful case of writers block on one of my other stories. So, here I am! Oh, and I have a question. So, do you like the shorter chapters, but pretty frequent updates? Or would you rather I posted a longer chapter maybe once every week? Let me know! And in the meantime, enjoy!
-^Artemis^-
Two hours later, Artemis finished his book, and decided to find Lana. When he found her, she was asleep on one of the libraries armchairs, an open book in her lap and several beside her. He didn't have the heart to wake her, so he picked up the book in her lap, curiously. Alice in Wonderland. And she was on the page with his favorite passage.
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
It was true. He smiled briefly, remembering the last time he had thought of that passage. Lana's eyes fluttered. She opened them, yawning.
"Sorry. I guess I must have fallen asleep." She said. "What time is it?"
"About 11."
"What?! We've been here too long already!" She jumped up. They only paused to check out her books. Then they went on to the movie theater.
"What would you like to see?" Artemis asked.
"I dunno. What do you want to see? And I will punch you if you correct my grammar." Needless to say, he did not. They eventually decided, bought their tickets, and went. Unfortunately, they had both made so many compromises that neither of them actually liked the movie. So they talked. After all, they were in the back, and the theater was almost empty.
"So, what is your family like?" She asked him. He grinned ruefully.
"Well, my mom is nice. She can be a bit eager for me to get a girlfriend, or more friends. But she is the best mother. Then there is my father. He dissappeared for two years, in Russia. He was changed when he came home. But in my mind, I still see him as that that tall forbidding man who didn't know me, and who I didn't know. Then there are the twins . . . Myles is more like me. A scientist. Intelligent and logical. While Beckett is hyper, loveable, extremely creative, and always good for a laugh. How about you?"
"Well, there's my sister Mellissa. She's 13. Everyone assures me I was exactly like her at that age but she can be moody, and insecure at times. She's a bookworm, but her absolute passion is acting. She can be a total drama queen! And she can cry on command. It's actually kind of creepy." He laughed as we walked out of theater.
"So, where to now?"
"Ice cream!" She squealed. He rolled his eyes, but got into the car next to her. That girl knew every single song on the radio, and insisted on singing along to each one. She tried to convince him, but he adamantly refused to sing to any "Fall out Boy" song. When they got to Beals, she shut off the car, got out, and immediately started singing something even worse.
"We're off to see the wizard!
The wonderful wizard of oz!
We hear he is
A whiz of a wiz!
If ever a wiz there was.
We're off to see the wizard
The wonderful wizard of Oz
Because, because, because, because, because . . .
Because of the wonderful things he does
We're off to see the wizard!
The wonderful wizard of Oz" Honestly. With a sigh, he followed her to the ice cream counter.