Yep, new chapter up! Woot! Sorry it took a while :P Real life caught up with me :P
For those of you that haven't seen it yet, I put up the backstory of Violet and Henry for people to read :) Anyway, this chapter was actually going to be longer, but I wanted to leave it on a cliffhanger :)
Wolvmbm: Yeah, I decided that Henry deserved as much, plus having someone else not knowing the family secrets was going to be too much bad luck :P Oh yeah, I had to put Peter Avezon in, I just couldn't leave him out. You think Violet as her Guardian was what messed up the family? Because a dragon 'marrying' a dragon slayer totally didn't spell messed up :P You're going to see a clear reference to the toll all of this takes on Bridgette here :) Thanks and enjoy the chapter!
Onej6: Thanks! Enjoy the chapter! :D
Luiz4200: Thanks! Henry left the Protectors, so he has no contact with them. Plus, he trusts his wife to know what she's doing...eventually. Jake decided that it would be better to not talk about it, rather than continue making up lies as to enforce the idea. You how people say that if you lie, you'll eventually need to continue lying to cover up for the discrepancies of the original, and that one day, you'll forget one part and the whole thing will come crashing down on you? That's pretty much it :P Enjoy the chapter!
==The next day
"Bridge! Are you going to wake up and go to Art's house or are you planning on sleeping for the whole day?" Jake yelled up the stairs to his daughter.
"Humph, I'm up!" Bridge yawned and got out of bed, and then went downstairs to go eat breakfast.
"Morning sleeping beauty. Had a nice rest?"
"Yeah dad. One question, when do I have to go for patrols?"
"I'm giving you the weekend off, when Monday comes, then shit will start going down."
"Fun, can't wait." Bridge groaned.
"You're not excited to become the American Dragon?"
"No, I am, I just wish that I didn't have to deal with those Huntsidiots."
"Like father, like daughter. Don't worry, you don't always have to deal with them, so it's a nice break compared to those freaks." Jake chuckled.
"Anyway, I should get going, so, I'll be back at around 5 ok?"
"Sounds good. Enjoy!"
Bridgette put her jacket on, got her skateboard and went out to Art's house, which wasn't that far from hers. She cut through Central Park, which cut half the time it would take if she had been going through the streets.
Meanwhile Jake made a phone call. "Hey, yeah, she's going to be coming back around 5, come sometime around that ok?"
"Yeah, ok, see you then."
==Spudinski House
"Hey girl! How're you?" Art said as she opened the door.
"I've been better. Dad says that when the week starts, I'm going to start with dragon stuff. So I'm just enjoying the weekend of freedom" Bridge replied, going inside and taking her jacket off.
"You're gonna have your plate full you know that?"
"Yeah, but I don't really mind that much. I think it'll end up being fun."
"Uh huh. And if anyone tries to fry your dragon ass, let me know and I'll give them something to fry. Their own asses." Art sassed.
"I'm sure the Huntsclan will go running for the hills."
"They better."
"Like mother like daughter." Trixie mused, coming from her office.
"Hey Mrs. Spudinski." Bridge waved.
"Bridge, I'll tell you one more time, or else I'm going to be handing you over to the Huntspunks. Call me Trixie. No Mrs. It makes me feel old." Trixie threatened playfully.
"Will do, Trixie." Bridge replied, smiling a toothy smile.
"Uh huh. Anyway, come here, I'm going to show the two of you my private collection of Jennifer Phillips clothes. Been waiting for the right moment to show this!" Trixie was giddy with excitement.
She led the two down to the basement, where they entered a storage room that they had never been allowed in before. Now the two teens were full of anticipation, wondering what they would find. They were not disappointed. It was like a walk in closet, filled with designer outfits.
"Wow!" Bridge exclaimed
"You said it!" Art agreed.
The three spent the next few hours discussing fashion, bringing Bridge up to speed with some things that she wasn't aware of due to her interest having been a closet one all this time. Literally.
"Why didn't you ever say anything? Not to Art even? We could have done this a long time ago." Trixie wondered.
"Well, I kind of felt embarrassed at first. It made me feel like I was trying to be like Amy Morton or something. Plus, I don't really know much on the subject, I just have this love for the clothes and the colours, not for the whole society that goes with it. It seems way too superficial. The designers always look fake."
"This coming from the girl who met Jen Phillips herself two days ago. I still can't believe Jake didn't tell me about this!" Trixie sighed.
"That's just the thing! She acts like she's your best friend in the whole world, but only because it's convenient for her, and because she wants to continue being loved by her fans. She probably doesn't actually give a damn. She almost certainly wouldn't even remember my name or who I was if she saw me today."
"Don't judge her all so soon. I met her many years ago, and she still knows who I am, she's the one that actually fuels this closet. I wouldn't be able to afford the fabric for half these dresses on my salary. I'm also one of the few people she allows to interview her." Trixie said smugly.
"Wasn't that back when she was with that other designer, Kate Lexis? What happened to her?" Art wondered.
"Kate went back to Washington, if I'm not mistaken. She wanted to be more keyed down and didn't want the spot light. She still does dresses, but on a smaller scale. Well, she's the most wanted wedding dress maker in all of Washington and surrounding states, but nonetheless, it's more small scale. Back to Phillips. She also spotted me with 3 tickets to the IFS, do you two want to come with me?" Trixie asked.
"I would love to!" Art exclaimed.
"Sure, but, weren't you taking Mr. Spudinski with you?" Bridge wondered.
"Dear, if you really want to go, Spud wouldn't mind. In fact, I think he would much prefer it that way. He doesn't like the show, and only goes in for appearance's sake."
"No! I won't take his ticket."
"I'm sure I could ask Jen if she has a spare ticket-"
"No, thank you, I don't want you to go through all that trouble for me."
"Hey, what are you guys doing in the basement?" Spud asked, coming downstairs.
"Hey dad."
"Hey honey."
"Hey Mr. Spudinski."
"Hey guys, what's this about tickets and trouble?"
"Nothing honey, I was just offering Bridge a ticket to the IFS-"
"Take mine, please, you'd be doing me a favour." Spud pleaded.
"No thank you, I couldn't."
Trixie was losing her patience with Bridge. She was as hard-headed as her father, and as proud as her mother. Not that Bridge would know about the latter. She took a deep breath. "Bridge, I know you think you're imposing, but you don't have to feel that way. We just want to give you a gift, and you don't have to feel guilty about taking it."
"I know, thanks, but I feel like I'm intruding on your family."
"Bridge, you're as good as family to us. We consider you to be like Art's sister-" Trixie knew then she had said the wrong thing, and Spud had also realized that, and Art as well.
The problem? Trixie had just implied that she was her mother. And Bridge got very touchy with that. Not that she would have minded that Trixie was her mother, it was just that she always associated a mother with something evil, and non-dependable. She also didn't want to be the intruding and unwanted daughter. She just wanted to be with her dad, and that was it.
"You know what? I want to stop being a charity case! I want people to stop feeling sorry for me because I don't have a second parent! I'm perfectly happy living like this and I don't need any of you to make me feel like I'm a charity case! So just leave me ALONE!" Bridge exploded, yelling quite loudly.
To say that the Spudinski family was staring shocked was an understatement. Bridge realized how she had lashed out, and put her hand over her mouth. Trixie attempted to approach her, but she just backed out. Bridge was wide-eyed and scared. She had never lashed out this way outwardly. It had always been something inside her mind. She shook her head and sobbed "I'm sorry."
"Bridge-" Trixie couldn't get the rest of her words out because Bridgette then bolted from the basement. "Bridgette! Come back here! Please!"
By the time the Spudinski family had reached the front door, Bridgette had already left, and was halfway down the block.
==Central Park
Bridge got off her skateboard and sat down under her favourite tree in the Park. She hugged her knees and silently started crying. How could I be so heartless and rude! They were just trying to help, and I only made them feel like they were trying to do something sinister.
Not too far away, a woman was walking by. She had some time to kill, and she looked up at the sky, sensing the storm clouds coming in, wondering if for once, the weatherman would be right. He had predicted quite the thunderstorm for today, and it looked promising. She continued walking, and then came across a big tree. Below it was a figure with a mass of black hair and wearing blue and black clothes, and they seemed to be sobbing. She saw that the girl had a skateboard beside her, and then, her suspicions were confirmed. She recognized the girl at once and the skateboard confirmed it. Her heart wrenched at seeing Bridge in that state, and wanted nothing more than to hug the girl and calm her. But she had to play to appearances. She went up to Bridge and asked "can I sit down with you?"
Who is that woman? Who can guess? I'll be posting the next chapter later on tonight because I'm not going to be here on Wednesday, which would have been the next day I update :) yep, we're back to every other day of updates!
But! If someone correctly guesses who it is, I might update earlier...who knows :P
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