I know last chapter I said something big was going to happen, but I now realize I had this one before the 'big event'. Sorry. I'd change it, but I'm too busy squeeing over my newly found chapters. But I have the next one right ehre and it's definitely the cool one. I like it.
And this one, I don't like so much either, but I don't have time to edit it and I figured it's pretty much filler, so whatever.
"Something's going to happen today." Joey declared from downstairs. I was in the attic, keeping Walt company as he played around with engine parts.
"Joey, since when can you predict the day's events?" I said doubtfully in a regular voice, knowing he could hear me perfectly well.
"I just have this feeling something's going to happen. I feel really lucky."
"You're too young to gamble." Walt reminded him, attaching two parts together. I had no idea what he was doing, but was sitting cross-legged across him and chatting. Snack was chasing his tail in the corner – he always went crazy in the attic, so we tried not to bring him up too much. Unfortunately once he saw someone was going up, he'd make a flying leap out of nowhere and cling onto their back, hissing and pulling at their hair until we got him up there fast.
"Maybe I'll get something from a store tonight. We could get some more furniture!"
"Or, you know, we could go check out the junk yard right now and see what they got." I suggested.
"Junk yards are for wussies!" Joey scorned. "People don't miss stuff from stores. Hey, I bet you'd like some real girl clothes and underwear and stuff! We could get some new clothes!"
"That's an idea." I agreed, turning a small wheel over in my fingers. "I really, really wouldn't mind some bras."
"Haha, you said bras!"
Walt and I rolled our eyes at each other. Joey was coming up to a century old, but still had the immaturity of a child.
"We're home!" Desmond announced, as he and Vince arrived from their hunting. "Guess what we brought!"
"PS Games? Movies?" Joey asked.
"A laptop!" Walt called hopefully.
"Edward?" I asked, then sighed. I'd been mostly kidding.
"No, no, no and no. We brought brotherly love. Group hug!"
"Urgh. Looks like those two fed from a couple of lovers." Walt groaned. We jumped through the space in the wall, headed into the main room to see Vince bear hugging Joey.
"Hey, hey! Geddoff, you – " he cussed.
"Love ya too, bro." Vince grinned.
Joey squirmed. "I'm all restless. Who wants to play PlayStation with me?"
"Sure." Desmond snatched the less-scratched and dented controller, falling back onto the sofa. AN: In case anyone is wondering, their sofa is like the coffee shop from Friends. It's their number one hanging out spot, and they all have their places where they sit. It's where they argue, watch TV, play video games, relax, worry, jump, read and catch up with each other. It's been around since Desmond was first turned in the late 1800s...so it's always been there :P Snack likes to sit behind the TV and growl at them.
We all took our respective places on the sofa to watch Joey and Desmond yell at each other in some flickering racing game.
How long had it been now, I wondered, since I'd been turned? Nearly 10 months.
He'd come. Edward would come at the exact moment in time, and I could wait. I had eternity to wait but I certainly hoped he wouldn't take that long.
Surrounded by my brothers – loved, protected, teased – I knew I could wait.
And I did.
It went by so quickly after I had that thought – it was as if I blinked, but instead of a millisecond, thirty years passed by.
The boys get more and more like my friends each chapter...I guess I unintentionally do that. Sorry ;;
I'll probably upload the next chapter tomorrow, unless I get like a whole bunch of reviews by this evening and I see them :P I'd just like to quickly thank everyone for still having this story on alerts etc after it's been on its reluctant hiatus, so to speak. I really love seeing people review, and I can't wait to upload each new chapter when I do and see how ya guys think of it. I'm even working on some stories that have PLOTS! Yayyy...