Its a very short chapter but it is a chaapter. I havnt had a lot of inspiration lately but i wanted to update with something at least and this is what came to mind. I hope you all like it. Please Review.
When Castle finally returned to his apartment it was around ten o'clock. He knew Alexis would be in bed by now but what he did not know was what his mother would be doing. One thing he did know was that he defiantly didn't understand her some times.
When he opened the door to his apartment he thought everyone was asleep, but then he entered his kitchen. He mother was sitting on the counter meditating or at least that is what it looked like.
"You do know that there are plenty of other surfaces you can sit on, it doesn't have to be one where we prepare our meals." She opened her eyes to glare at him before closing them again and straitening her posture.
"I was waiting for you to get home."
"What does this have to do with the counter?" he asked.
"It doesn't." She said opening her eyes again.
"Glad we cleared that up." He opened the fridge, pulled out a water bottle, and then joined her on the counter.
If you can't beat them join them right?
She swung her legs over the side and scooted next to him.
"Where have you been?" She asked and he had a flashback to the ninth grade when he had come home, after sneaking out, to her lying upside down on the couch. She claimed she was trying to get into a roll and he claimed they weren't related.
"I went for a walk, I'm sorry I forgot to clear it with you first." He joked and she pushed him slightly.
"In this weather?"
"Yeah, I like the rain." He felt himself smile at the memory of how the rain made Kate look. The rain seemed to perfect her, or actually, because to him she was perfect, she perfected the rain.
"Where did you end up?" She asked and he could tell she had something on her mind, he just didn't know what.
"The park."
"I've always found that the rain helps me to clear my head. It seems to wash everything away."
"Sometimes." He admitted.
"What's on your mind?" She asked.
"I don't know. Lots of things." There was no use hiding things from her. She was his mother, she could tell.
"Do you remember when you were younger and it would take you hours to fall asleep?" He nodded. "You always had so much on your mind. You would describe it like a highway. Every car was a thought flying by. You had so many of them that you couldn't even focus on one." She smiled at him. "Do you remember what I told you?"
"That it's my life, my mind, and my thoughts and I was in the driver's seat. If I wanted to I could slow it down or stop it. I could change it if I didn't like it." He felt his brow furrow.
"It worked." She said simply.
"I don't understand." He couldn't tell if she was getting at something or just wanted to talk about old times.
"If you don't want to have a lot on your mind, slow it down, change it. It's your mind." She said before sliding off the counter. "I'm off to bed." She said and walked away.
"Wait." She turned back to him. "Why were you on the counter to begin with?"
"Good question." She smiled and turned to head up the stairs.
