Guess it's been a while. To make it up, enjoy this long chapter! And sorry for the weird spacing. Blame Word.
7. Interrupt Amy's obsessive reading time. And mention Ian.
I was leaving Korea, much to Alistair's delight. My parents had an important Cahill-family meeting in Boston, so I was headed there. Apparently, so were the Starlings.
"Ma'am, please turn your phone off. We're about to take off." the flight attendant said.
"But I'm updating my CliqueMe status!" Sinead wailed.
Ted and Ned snickered quietly from behind us. I turned around and glared at them. Sinead sighed and powered off her phone.
The plane landed in Boston many hours later. We went on and did all the usual getting-off-the-plane stuff, like getting our luggage and finding a taxi (or a limo, in our case). My parents had to go to the meeting immediately, and so did Mr. and Mrs. Starling, so I was stuck with the three siblings. We were staying in a hotel near Amy and Dan's apartment building. Maybe we would give them a visit.
-epic break-
"Helloooooo?" I called into the apartment.
Saladin dashed out and hissed at me.
"Hi, you ridiculously spoiled cat, you mangy animal, you!" Sinead purred in that voice you use to talk to babies.
"Who's there?" a voice called from the hallway.
Amy Cahill walked towards us.
"Oh…it's you guys. How'd you get in?"
"The…door was unlocked?" Ted replied from behind me.
Amy sighed and turned around.
"DAN! YOU FORGOT TO LOCK THE DOOR WHEN YOU CAME IN!" she yelled.
"WELL, SORRY!" he called back.
"AND YOU LEFT THE TOLIET SEAT UP!"
"OH, GO AND TALK TO SOMEONE WHO CARES."
Amy grimaced and turned back to us.
"Anyways…why are you here?"
"That's a pleasant welcome." Ned said.
"Well, Fiske and Nellie are off talking with architecture people, because we're planning to make a replica of Grace's mansion."
"Cool!" Sinead said, and started pressing keys on her phone.
Amy brought us inside and told us to hang out for a while. Sinead sat down and seemed to be typing up a blog entry, while Ted and Ned went to chill with the Danster.
I decided now was to take action on my next annoyment. (A/N: Like accomplishment, but with annoy—yeah, get it?)
First, I went into the kitchen and raided the fridge. I grabbed a diet root beer and popped a piece of bacon in my mouth. Then I walked around.
I found Amy in her room. She was reading one of those bestselling books about vampire romance.
"Uh…whatcha doing?" I asked, surprising her.
"Reading…this…"
I eyed the cover. Man, I hated those books. I sat down.
"So…interesting?"
"I'm just reading it because I'm bored!" Amy said defensively.
I nodded quickly and sat there….bored…
"HEY, didja know I saw Ian two weeks ago?" I blurted out.
Amy looked up, seeming interested.
"What'd you do?"
"Oh, I zapped his belt so that his pants fell down and you could see his pink boxers and then I took over his auction and sold a weird statue for a dollar, and then Ian came back with a new belt and kicked me out."
Amy nodded slowly, and then turned back to her book. I glared at it. STUPID ROMANTIC NOVEL.
I whistled the Jeopardy thinking song. I sipped my diet root beer, and then "accidentally" spilled it on the vampire book.
"Oops!" I said.
"Ugh! I just bought that at the bookstore!" Amy cried.
I shrugged apologetically.
"Doesn't water dry? It's fine…right?" I said innocently.
"Keegan. That's diet root beer. It's brown and sticky. The pages will dry with an ugly stain. And ants will crawl all over it."
I shrugged. Amy groaned and went off to get paper towels. I waited until she left.
I called out the door, "Saladin!" Sala-din-din-dinny!"
The cat strutted into the bedroom, purring.
I smiled at the cat and then threw the book at it.
"MRRRRRREEEEEOOOOWWWWW!" Saladin wailed.
"SALADIN? WHAT HAPPENED?" Amy yelled.
"HE PROBABLY SAW A DEAD MOUSE OR SOMETHING. HE'S SUCH A WIMP!" Dan replied from another area of the house.
Saladin growled at the book. I did not know cats could growl.
The cat pounced on the hardcover book, tearing at the book's jacket. Within seconds the certain book cover with two hands holding an apple was torn to shreds. I watched as he scratched at the book's spine and then promptly tore out the pages in bunches. A few minutes later he had finished. He licked his paws, satisfied he had destroyed the enemy.
"Good kitty," I said happily.
Amy walked in, and then stared at her pet cat and the ruined book, if you could call it a book.
"What happened?" she asked in a scary sounding voice one uses when they want to destroy a cat.
I pointed to Saladin, who was purring joyfully.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM?"
"Well, he might've torn me to shreds. And…I really hate that book."
Amy stuttered some impolite words and stomped out.
"IAN MISSES YOU! AT LEAST, I THINK! HE'S WAY BETTER THAN THAT TOLLIVER GUY THE FAMILY'S GOSSIPING ABOUT!" I yelled after her.
More impolite words, except louder.
I shrugged. I took some more vampire romance novels off of Amy's book shelf and tossed them to Saladin.
"Enjoy," I said as I walked out.