Hello world! Sorry for the long wait; life got in the way. I'll post the chapter after this one not tomorrow but the next day to make it up to you guys. Anyways, friend me on My Candy Love (username: Azyth), and if anyone is curious about the progress or the status of the story I'm posting it on my profile. It's bolded so you don't have to read all about me over and over to see where I am at in the chapters. Please criticize and comment all you awesome people in this world.
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Kira's PoV
"No." Firm in my decision nothing would make me sway to follow through with Rosalya's plan.
"You don't even want to hear it?" She asked her smile becoming a full blown grin.
"No." Shaking my head from side to side I wouldn't let her pleas affect me.
"It will be fun."
"No."
"Why not?" Rosalya whined. Giving me the saddest puppy dog eyes she could muster her bottom lip stuck out and trembled.
"You think I like Castiel. Castiel lives next to me. You mentioned it would be fun. The most fun you have is when either Violette or I are completely humiliated. Why in the world would I agree with those things in mind?" She huffed at me as if it was unreasonable for me to not want to be embarrassed in front of others. Everyone enjoys mortification so very much.
"Stop being a baby."
"I'm not being a baby," I say composed.
Rosalya bites her lower lip. She knows me well enough that when I'm at my most tranquil there is a tornado of wrath ready to sweep anyone away. "Do it for Violette."
"Why would Violette care?"
"Because all four boys are staying at his house right now."
"Yeah. Still not getting it." It dawns on me. "You still like Alexy? I mean...well...you could get a sex change...if you real-"
"NO! I don't like Alexy anymore!" Over my befuddled way of sorting out words I had failed to notice Violette cheeks had turned into volcanoes that were spewing mountains of lava. Her outburst both startled Rosalya and I into silence. "I-I us-s-sed to but-t now I don't."
"Then who?" I ask. She just turns her head away from me refusing to look at us.
"It's utterly adorable!" Rosalya squeals.
"Lysander?" No response.
"Castiel?" Nothing.
3 out of four are out that just leaves:
"Armin?!" Target hit. Violette scurries underneath the blankets try to conceal her humiliation.
"Awwww," Struggling with the blankets I try to look Violette in the face, "you guys would be so cute together."
Short purple hair is revealed underneath then mass. Tackling the small opening I wrestle the layers away from her. Shyly poking her head out she looks at me. "You are not mad?"
Frozen amass the flurry of action I look at her confused. "Why would I be mad?" Is that why she didn't tell me? Was she afraid of my anger?
"You guys just act like siblings. You three have known each other for around two years while Rosalya and I just became friends with you guys a few months ago. I thought you might feel like I was trying to steal your spot or something" Glancing at Violette I see her cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling. She actually looks excited to do this. Who am I to be the one who dashes her dreams? "Okay."
"For reals?" Rosalya says sitting straight up. "Then who goes first?"
"You are the one who has clearly thought this far ahead so I say you go." I mentally prepare myself for whatever comes next.
"Fine. Violette, truth or dare?" Breathing a sigh of relief I don't miss Violotte's eyes that dart towards me holding a twinkle that can only mean my road to embarrassment is next.
"Dare."
"Look at Violette getting all courageous on us," Rosalya says feining horror.
"She probably has some dirty secret she doesn't want anybody to know about," I say. Violette aghast about me being right on target or the thought of her even having a dirty secret only brings redness to her face.
Rosalya rests her small pale hand on her chin. "I dare you to call Armin from my phone and sing him a song."
"Come on Rosalya that's not so bad! He doesn't have your number and Violette isn't that bad of a singer."
"You didn't let me finish, Kira. I haven't told her what song she has to sing." Looking Violette straight in the eye her smile widens devilishly.
"What song?" Trying hard to seem brave the facade was falling upon itself with every second. Violette seemed ready to jump out of my window to get away from this girl who claims to be her best friend.
"You have to sing Peacock by Katy Perry." A look of complete and utter horror draws itself upon Violette's face. While that may not be the worst song out there it is was definitely one that Violette would never admit to listening.
"Wha-at?" Stumbling through her words Violette acts like she wants to find the nearest hole and die in it before she sings this song to her crush.
"Here. You can use my phone to call Armin and we will use Kira's phone to put the song on." Rosalya hands her a purple smartphone. He won't know who it is because I have never called him."
"Can I pass?" Tentatively asking for this small option Violette looks directly at Rosalya.
"Nope," Rosalya says dialing the number and simultaneously putting the song on. We sit with only Katy Perry's voice ringing between us. Pillow covering my mouth I wait in anticipation trying to contain chuckles from escaping. Concentration lines deep into Violettes face. She isn't going to run. Putting the phone near her mouth her breathing eradicates. A small click signals that someone has picked up.
"Hello?" It's Armin.
"Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a bitch
I'm a peace out if you don't give me the pay off
Come on baby let me see
What you're hidin' underneath
Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
What you're waiting for, it's time for you to show it off
Don't be a shy kinda guy I'll bet it's beautiful
Come on baby let me see
I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock, cock
I wanna see your,
Your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock
I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock
Your peacock, cock
I wanna see ya
Come on baby let me see
What you're hidin' underneath," Violette belts. Since it took Armin longer than we had anticipated to pick up the phone she only has to sing the ending chorus. When the song ends she throws the phone against the wall. Escaping from my covered mouth I laugh so hard the walls seem to move.
"Kira, keep it down! The boys are going to hear you!" And hear me they did.
"What the hell was that!" Castiel roars while his window slams open. We turn off the lights and dive underneath the covers. "You guys suck at prank calls. Rosalya next time you let someone use your phone to prank call make sure the people with them don't have your number."
"Oops," Shrugging her shoulders as a way of apology, the bizarre glare she was getting from Violette never lessened.
"And next time make sure the people aren't next door if you are going to laugh her head off, Kira."
"My apologies," I whisper to Violette.
"And Violette if you are ever going to make a prank call again alter your voice someway so we all don't recognize it right away!"
"I'm never doing this again," she grumbles still with mortification plastered all over her features. Hearing the window slam back into place we all burst into fits of laughter that are much quieter and more contained than my first outburst.
"We better get to sleep now," I yawn.
"Fine. You just don't want anything embarrassing happening to you," curling up beside me Rosalya says this with a grin.
"Why am I the only one that had to go through that?" Violette asks yet makes no motion to move from her spot beside me. Snuggling together we fall into a deep sleep. A deep sleep that contains no nightmares from the past or present.
Violette and Rosaly leave the next morning claiming that they have a school project they need to do. Politely refusing their invitation to go with them I end up in my disgusting colored house alone. Armin and Alexy are off somewhere doing whatever. Castiel and Lysander headed towards the school together. Odd. Castiel abhors school but he was headed towards that direction on a weekend. Paying no mind to the feeling of abandonment I began to clean up the house.
Three garbage sacks, emptying out the vacuum twice, and one patient girl is all that is needed to make my living room so clean you could eat off of the carpet. Looking over into the other rooms I realize that the rest of the house looks shabby compared to the living room. Grabbing all of the cleaning supplies I get to work.
Organizing through lunch it's only when my stomach makes itself heard do I notice the time. 5 o'clock. Wiping every dust particle that made itself home here, washing every stain permitted to lay on the carpet, and seizing every crumb imbedded within the carpet had been a way to avoid seeing the obviously lacking sparkles throughout the room.
Her smell is gone. That perfume that made it seem you rolled in a meadow full of flowers had disappeared. Tears began to form. Why wasn't I allowed to be happy? Why did my wonderful parents have to be taken away? Why did my bubbly aunt have to get hurt? I whimper. That is the only sound that comes out of my mouth before I stuff the hurt into the back of my mind. Refusing to curl up into a ball I remember Castiel's words. I am lucky. I should be grateful. I am not alone. No matter how many times I kept repeating this to myself it didn't make me feel any better.
Muffled sobs seem to keep getting in my way as I make my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Salty tears get mixed in with my food as I sit down at the table. It's always hardest during dinner. My aunt may have never been a prominent figure in my life most of the day, but we always had dinner together. It was when we bonded. When we laughed. When we told the other one what was happening in our life.
Shoving the rest of the sandwich into my mouth I wash it down with a glass of milk. It's only 5:30 and I have nothing to do. Maybe I should go to bed. I do plan on going to school tomorrow. Crossing my arms onto the top of the table I rest my head on top of them. Yeah no. Too early to go to bed. Ticking sounds fall into a steady rhythm with my breathing. Emptying my head of anything I let my eyes glue themselves to one spot. Flowing time washes away from me.
Awakening myself from my dream like state I check the clock. It's 6:20. Almost an hour had gone by. Still not late enough to officially go to bed. Stretching my aching muscles I find myself looking at my mailbox. Loosening up I head outside to check if we had any mail. There was nothing inside. Sighing to myself I began to head back inside. Figures and noise from Castiel's house stopped me.
"Hello," Surprising both of us I call out a soft greeting.
"Hey." Equally bizarre Castiel walks towards me holding the leash to the very large black and brown dog he had brought to my house the first time. The dog has no need to tilt its head up give me a big lick on the chin. I stand very still as the dog gives me a once over.
"Good doggy." I hesitantly say. Bristenling the dog gives me a throaty growl in response.
"Demon," Castiel's tone holds a very clear warning in it. "She is may be as small as a mouse but that doesn't mean she is one."
Almost as if Demon understands he stops growling and began pushing his gigantic head into the cusp of my hand. "He's soft!" I exclaim. Cupping Demon's head I rub his ears between my fingers. "You're a big boy aren't you?"
"Pssshhh. I didn't know you were such a fan of dogs," Castiel says walking down the sidewalk. He doesn't say anything as I began to walk beside him.
"I love dogs, but I have not been able to convince her to let me have one. I wasn't allowed to have one when I was with my parents either." My unfiltered thought brings our conservation to a dead end. Clearing his throat Castiel pauses.
"What are your parents like?" Unknowingly he has probed a sensitive part in my heart.
"What were they like you mean." Castiel just looks at me. It's my choice. I can speak of it or I may not. "They were wonderful."