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A/N: I'm sorry this took so long again. Anyway, you know the great thing about Marco sap? You can make it as sappy as you want since you don't know how corny he would actually get. But the sap in this chapter isn't incredibly romantic anyway. But it's cuuute!:-)
Chapter Seven
*~Marco~*
After the slow song ended, Catty and I decided to take a breather and go outside.
This whole thing was kind of weird to me. I mean, I actually liked this girl. It was a strange feeling. It had been a while since I'd had more than a simple crush.
Catty was great. And we had so much in common. The same personalities, same sense of humor, and of course the same terrific looks. We'd both lost our mother at an early age. And who could forget the fact that we were both in a war against evil? How many people do you know that have that in common with you?
So like I was saying, we walked outside of the school to the benches in the back and sat down. The moon was only a thin, shining sliver in the dark sky, and I could tell that was making Catty nervous. She kept touching her moon amulet anxiously.
"Catty, is something wrong?"
She shook her head. "I'm fine. It's just that the smaller the moon is, the weaker our powers are. Not only that, but the Followers' powers become stronger. Daughters of the Moon always get uncomfortable when the moon isn't showing much."
"Riiight," I said sarcastically.
She hit me lightly on the arm. "Oh, shut up. You trying being one of us for a night and see how you feel."
"Sure. I'd make one fine goddess."
We both laughed. Then we talked about one thing or another, and somehow the conversation turned to the topic of our mothers.
"So what's your story? Why do you have a foster mother?" I asked her.
She looked down. "Well... it's kind of complicated. You probably wouldn't understand."
"Oh, believe me. I can understand any disappearing mother story you could throw at me, after what happened to my mom."
"What happened?" she asked.
"I asked you first."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, that's real mature, Marco."
"Fine, fine. The thing is... you see... my mom's the enemy."
Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"She was captured by the Yeerks when I was little," I began quietly. "She's Visser One, the leader of the whole invasion on earth."
She looked shocked for a moment, then blinked. "Wow..." she said slowly. "Maybe you can understand."
"Why's that? Was your mom made into the same evil you're fighting, too?" I asked laughingly. It was just a joke. Or I thought it had been.
"Maybe she was," Catty answered in a serious tone that made me stop smiling instantly.
"Sh-she was?"
"My mother...well, see there's this really annoying little factor about being a Daughter of the Moon. When we're 17 we have to make a choice. Either loses our powers and all memories of daughter, or disappears and become...well, no one really knows. My mom was so afraid to make that decision that she turned to the Atrox and became a Follower so that she would be granted immortality, never have to turn 17, and never have to make the choice. The Atrox did give her immortality, but not the way she wanted it. However, when she helped me to live-and that's too long of a story to go into- Serene, the moon goddess, gave her a second chance. So you see, if Serene hadn't offered that to her, my mother would be the enemy, too."
I was shocked. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open. "Well, I guess we understand each other better than we thought."
"I guess so."
"But at least you don't have to go into every battle thinking you might need to kill her," I muttered, mostly to myself. Catty heard, though. She put her hand on my shoulder. Then she smiled.
"What, do you find something amusing?" I asked, feeling major fireworks bursting on my shoulder.
She shrugged. "It's just that you're a lot different than I thought. You're so... sensitive."
"Yeah, well don't let that get out. I have a reputation to protect," I warned.
She laughed. "Sure. You know, you're not at all like my ex-boyfriend, Chris. I really liked him," she said, sounding a little regretful. "Things didn't work out between us. He was too old for me."
"And how much older, exactly, was he than you?" I questioned.
"About 300 years," she answered seriously.
"Oooookay. Not even gonna ask."
I didn't think that was a very romantic thing to say, but apparently Catty did because she was leaning in towards me. I knew we were going to kiss.
We moved closer and closer, and just as our lips were about to touch, Jimena and Vanessa burst through the school gate behind us. Catty and I pulled away, embarrassed.
"Sorry to interrupt, but we need Catty. Catty, we've got trouble," Vanessa panted.
Catty instantly looked down and saw that her moon necklace was pulsating and radiating a weird, bright light.
"I gotta go. See you later, Marco," she rushed. She followed her friends away.
I slammed my hand down on the bench. Did trouble always have to come at the absolute worst times?
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A/N: Oooh, suspense. Lol. Anyway, good sap? Cool. I think those two make a good couple, don't you?
A/N: I'm sorry this took so long again. Anyway, you know the great thing about Marco sap? You can make it as sappy as you want since you don't know how corny he would actually get. But the sap in this chapter isn't incredibly romantic anyway. But it's cuuute!:-)
Chapter Seven
*~Marco~*
After the slow song ended, Catty and I decided to take a breather and go outside.
This whole thing was kind of weird to me. I mean, I actually liked this girl. It was a strange feeling. It had been a while since I'd had more than a simple crush.
Catty was great. And we had so much in common. The same personalities, same sense of humor, and of course the same terrific looks. We'd both lost our mother at an early age. And who could forget the fact that we were both in a war against evil? How many people do you know that have that in common with you?
So like I was saying, we walked outside of the school to the benches in the back and sat down. The moon was only a thin, shining sliver in the dark sky, and I could tell that was making Catty nervous. She kept touching her moon amulet anxiously.
"Catty, is something wrong?"
She shook her head. "I'm fine. It's just that the smaller the moon is, the weaker our powers are. Not only that, but the Followers' powers become stronger. Daughters of the Moon always get uncomfortable when the moon isn't showing much."
"Riiight," I said sarcastically.
She hit me lightly on the arm. "Oh, shut up. You trying being one of us for a night and see how you feel."
"Sure. I'd make one fine goddess."
We both laughed. Then we talked about one thing or another, and somehow the conversation turned to the topic of our mothers.
"So what's your story? Why do you have a foster mother?" I asked her.
She looked down. "Well... it's kind of complicated. You probably wouldn't understand."
"Oh, believe me. I can understand any disappearing mother story you could throw at me, after what happened to my mom."
"What happened?" she asked.
"I asked you first."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, that's real mature, Marco."
"Fine, fine. The thing is... you see... my mom's the enemy."
Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"She was captured by the Yeerks when I was little," I began quietly. "She's Visser One, the leader of the whole invasion on earth."
She looked shocked for a moment, then blinked. "Wow..." she said slowly. "Maybe you can understand."
"Why's that? Was your mom made into the same evil you're fighting, too?" I asked laughingly. It was just a joke. Or I thought it had been.
"Maybe she was," Catty answered in a serious tone that made me stop smiling instantly.
"Sh-she was?"
"My mother...well, see there's this really annoying little factor about being a Daughter of the Moon. When we're 17 we have to make a choice. Either loses our powers and all memories of daughter, or disappears and become...well, no one really knows. My mom was so afraid to make that decision that she turned to the Atrox and became a Follower so that she would be granted immortality, never have to turn 17, and never have to make the choice. The Atrox did give her immortality, but not the way she wanted it. However, when she helped me to live-and that's too long of a story to go into- Serene, the moon goddess, gave her a second chance. So you see, if Serene hadn't offered that to her, my mother would be the enemy, too."
I was shocked. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open. "Well, I guess we understand each other better than we thought."
"I guess so."
"But at least you don't have to go into every battle thinking you might need to kill her," I muttered, mostly to myself. Catty heard, though. She put her hand on my shoulder. Then she smiled.
"What, do you find something amusing?" I asked, feeling major fireworks bursting on my shoulder.
She shrugged. "It's just that you're a lot different than I thought. You're so... sensitive."
"Yeah, well don't let that get out. I have a reputation to protect," I warned.
She laughed. "Sure. You know, you're not at all like my ex-boyfriend, Chris. I really liked him," she said, sounding a little regretful. "Things didn't work out between us. He was too old for me."
"And how much older, exactly, was he than you?" I questioned.
"About 300 years," she answered seriously.
"Oooookay. Not even gonna ask."
I didn't think that was a very romantic thing to say, but apparently Catty did because she was leaning in towards me. I knew we were going to kiss.
We moved closer and closer, and just as our lips were about to touch, Jimena and Vanessa burst through the school gate behind us. Catty and I pulled away, embarrassed.
"Sorry to interrupt, but we need Catty. Catty, we've got trouble," Vanessa panted.
Catty instantly looked down and saw that her moon necklace was pulsating and radiating a weird, bright light.
"I gotta go. See you later, Marco," she rushed. She followed her friends away.
I slammed my hand down on the bench. Did trouble always have to come at the absolute worst times?
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A/N: Oooh, suspense. Lol. Anyway, good sap? Cool. I think those two make a good couple, don't you?