Author Note: Yeah, sorry about all the cursing last chapter and I think even the chapter before that too. I dropped the f-bomb a bit too many times and sorry about that.

~CWA

Chapter 9- The Bird In The Backyard:

Fia:

I was still mad at Castiel. Even after he supposedly 'saved' me. After that incident, Rosayla wouldn't leave me alone and Castiel wouldn't stop apologizing. Lysander was concerned. Eventually I was able to convince them that I was okay and I wasn't trying to kill myself. I convinced them that I was just about to sit on the edge and admire the view. And damn it I still haven't seen a damn sunrise or sunset! Either way, I was just happy that Castiel didn't find out that what he felt on my back was wings- I knew he could feel them. He freaking tackled me- how could he not feel the wings? He hasn't asked yet so I was I crossing my fingers that he kept his mouth shut.
Castiel was…I couldn't get what happened out of my mind. What almost happened… I may have been drunk but I would never forget his touch or his lips…hot damn and that's coming from me. If you get a Phoenix to say hot damn you're hot, then you're hot.

Rosayla was very strict on me. The second she saw me heading to school, she dragged me there so she knew for sure that I wouldn't try to skip again. She made it very difficult for me to try and runaway again. I needed to get out Sweet Amoris and she wasn't making it easy. I ran a hand through my hair, she's just acting like a concerned best friend, so I can't blame her for that.

I lazily started to throw small fireballs into the air and catch them. Pyro watched me interested, but a bit bored. It was finally the weekend- again. I could try and run off again but…Castiel… I don't think I could leave him so defenseless, at least not yet anyway. But so bored… I spotted a helpless victim. I smirked and grabbed an acorn from the tree, aimed, and fired. Just as it went sailing through the air, I hid behind some branches.

"The heck," the victim muttered but obviously dismissed it as just a falling acorn.

So I got into position, grabbed some ammo, aimed, and…. RAPID FIRE! I threw the acorns quickly. The victim screamed. It was only then that I noticed that the victim was Alexy.
"CRAZY RABID SQUIRREL ARMY!"

Alexy ran off screaming. I clutched my sides because I was laughing too hard. I was laughing so much that I fell off the tree.

"I take it you did that."

I turned to see Rosayla. She giggled. I couldn't answer her though because I was still laughing,
"….Rabid….squirrel…army! Man, that's… Too much…"

It took another minute for me to catch my breath.

"Okay…I'm good, I'm good."

I was still smiling though. Rosayla giggled,
"Why are in a tree? It's almost…eleven at night," she looked at her watch, "Correction, it is eleven at night."

I shifted my weight as she then looked at me worridly,

"Where's your house? I'll take you there. I gotta take you home, but then again you're Fia, you don't accept help," she babbled, "But it's dangerous to go alone, take this."
She gave me something.
"A tazer," I muttered as she continued talking.

"Wait, no! I have to take you home so fess up! Where's your house?"
I could lie. I could tell her Auntie's house but then again would I risk her meeting Auntie? Wait since when did I start calling her Auntie again. Besides, Agatha wasn't even home. She had told me the other day to not stop by because she was going on a business trip. She would've locked her door so I wouldn't be able to get in and I knew that Rosayla would want to go inside. I had no other option but the truth.

"….This is my home."
"What?"
I shifted my feet,

"This," I gestured to the tree, "I…I don't exactly have a home."

She surprised me by giving me a large, tight, deadly hug.

"That is unacceptable, bestie! You will come with me right this second and you will be staying with me whether you like it or not!"
I looked at her horrified, what did I just do…now there's no way for me to escape!
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"Well," Rosayla said with a wink, "Turns out Leigh that we had a little birdie in our backyard the whole time!"
Leigh raised an eyebrow and I shrugged- no one could explain Rosayla. She huffed,
"Umph. Leigh help me get her some clothes. She's homeless and has been sleeping in the trees! That is unacceptable! She doesn't even have anything besides what we got her last time and what she originally wore!"
Leigh looked horrified at the thought that I didn't have that many clothes. Finally, he gathered his wits,

"And I trust she'll be staying with you," he asked Rosayla.

"Don't you know it! Let's get to work!"

Two hours. It took two flipping hours of me trying on everything that they handed me. I refused anything with backs or anything without the jacket on. Leigh wanted to switch my current jacket with a short cropped leather jacket but I managed to convince him that it was sentimental. In the end, I had about six shopping bags that had six different outfits in them. I had: a short black mini skirt, a cute red long-sleeved shirt that had a huge dip in the back, a golden skirt that went with the golden top that reminded me a lot of a bra (Rosayla insisted on having a clubbing outfit), a dark blue shirt that was backless and had no sleeves and stopped just below my naval, a cute red dress that had a dip in the back that ended just below my butt, a red and black pleated skirt with chains, black skinny jeans with a red checkered pattern, and finally a red shirt that ended just below my breasts and had a very thin strap in the back so it wouldn't bug my wings. Of course I still had that Phoenix dress that Leigh had made.

Rosayla then had dragged me to her house.

"What about your parents," I protested.

"I don't have a mom and Dad doesn't care. His boyfriend would like you though."
Her dad is…oh, okay. No problem with that. Pyro squawked and I jumped. I forgot she was there.

000

Rosayla's house was pretty cool. It wasn't huge or over the top like I thought it would be. It was a simple, normal house. There was two bedrooms and Rosayla insisted on me sharing the bedroom with her. Her dad was okay- pretty laidback. He looked like Rosayla with the golden eyes but his hair was dark brown. He was…different. He wore leather jackets and looked very tough. The boyfriend was cool- energetic and hyper. He had blue eyes and light brown hair. However, Rosayla's dad was a fashion guy to the core. The boyfriend, a guy named Jim, also loved Pyro.

In the end, I did end up staying with Rosayla simply because it was much easier than protesting. I refused to acknowledge that it was because I thought of Rosayla as a sister or a best friend.