Disclaimer: Read chapter one. Rated M for breathing room.
Pairings: Not known as of yet.
Note to readers: Any suggestions, leave in review. Any idea for pairings, leave in review. Flame me - I'll hunt you down and make you regret it. XD
Oh, if anyone wants me to put up a profile for a character that has already made an appearance, then please tell me so! It can be Gwyn's family or her friends at school. Just leave it in a review. If I don't answer all of them then I am sorry. I'll try my best.
Rating: T
Midnight Summer
Chapter Twenty
"I don't know anything, Mom! I swear I don't!" Max's voice reaches her ears and she shifts in her place with a bit of unease. What's…going on?
"Kelly, come down!" Grandmother Berta's voice cuts in and she can hear her mother say something along the lines of, 'calm down? How can I be calm when Gwyn's had another attack?' and then her grandmother just huffs and says, "She's lived through it once and she'll live through it again."
The fight between them goes on like that for a few moments before Max says, "Hey, she's waking up!"
True to his word, Gwyn's eyelids start to flutter and she groans. The bickering woman both shush before she feels her head being lifted.
"Hey, sweetie, how do you feel?" her mother's eyes stare down at her as she answers, "Like I got hit by a truck."
She hears Max stifle a laugh and smiles. She turns her head slightly to see Grandma Berta by the door, her door, and then she sees Max. He's setting on the foot of her bed.
"What happened?" Gwyn asks.
"I was hoping to ask you that." Her mother answers and she frowns.
If she knew what happened then would she be sitting there? No, she would not.
"Mom…how did I get home?" she shifts slightly.
Her mom gives her a knowing smile before answering, "A present arrived in the mail for you, the sender didn't pup his – or her – name on it. It looked important…but I just couldn't get past this feeling that something happened. So I went to check on you.
"When I arrived, I went to the office. They said you didn't appear in class. So I went looking around the school. I found you with two others in the back. You were unconscious. The boys were arguing.
"So, I asked them what happened. They said they found you like that. I asked if they could help me get you to the car and they, well the black-haired one anyway, agreed…well, you can guess it from there. They helped me get you in the car, they went with me, and they took you to your room with your brother. They left not long after."
A frown mars Gwyn's face as she asks, "Hey, mom, did the black-haired male have a style similar to a duck's as – "
"Gwyn! Don't talk like that! And no, he didn't. It was short and spiked out like it defied gravity. He had an orange bandana wrapped around his upper face…minus one of his eyes. He was very polite." She smiles as she sets her back down on the bed.
Black-haired boy? Orange bandana? She doesn't know anyone like that and she highly doubts that Sasuke got a last minute haircut and fashion change.
"Who was the other guy?" she asks.
"A blond, long hair. He was a bit quiet." Is the answer that she receives.
Okay, not Deidara. He is far from quiet… A smile crosses her face at the thought of Deidara, loud and obnoxious as he is, quiet. That's me a miracle.
Naruto doesn't have long hair either. Ino's a girl. Maybe she has a brother…
Her mom wonders out of the room, grandmother behind her, and Max climbs up onto the bed. She shifts so that he can curl up into her side and she drapes her arm across his shoulders. She idly plays with his hair as she tries to figure out who brought her home.
"Hey, Gwyn…why started it this time?" Max's soft voiced question causes her to look down at him.
She knows what he means.
"I don't know. I really don't know…"
"Max!" their mother yells up the stairs and Max groans.
"Why can't I just stay here?" he asks and Gwyn laughs.
"Because I'm sick and need my rest?" she tries.
"You don't look sick." He sits up and hops off the bed.
"Hmmm...you'll say that after I get you sick." She giggles as he takes several steps back.
As he reaches the door, Gwyn calls out, "Hey, Max!"
He turns and looks at her.
"Yeah?"
"The gift Mom was talking about…do you know where it is?" she asks and he shakes his head.
She shrugs. Knowing mom…she probably misplaced it and they won't ever find it again.
It's happened before.
She pauses for a moment before she leans back into her pillows. Images from…whenever the attack occurred, is still in her mind. Just blurred and fading. She can't believe that it happened…
…and that it was about Ari.
It was about six years ago. She didn't really understand but it still hurt. Knowing that he would never wake up…
A short glimpse of Vaughn. Max wasn't even born then…it was only Ari and her at the time…
Don't think about it, she scolds herself.
Nothing comes from remembering those days. They're gone. She still has a life left to live. Days ahead of her that is hers to live. To explore.
She shakes her head. Sitting here isn't going to help.
She kicks off the blankets, telling herself that they're too hot, and stands. She glances down at herself and her knee-high pajamas. Her hair, loose and wavy, frames her face and shoulders. She runs her fingers through it and smiles.
Looks like her mom's been brushing it.
Now, the only question she needs answered.
How long was she out?
Words: .901 (above the line)
Note from the Author: .Okay...so what happened? Gwyn's getting out of bed? And this gift? Who were the two who helped her? Hmmm...seems like this story only brings in more questions, doesn't it?
Profiles (only original characters unless asked otherwise - they only come up when the new character comes into the story):
Gwyn Armstrong
Age: Not Mentioned (NM)
Gender: female
Hair: chocolate brown, long
Eyes: NM
Family: Mom, dad, Max, Grandma Berta(the old lady)
Gin (NM)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Hair: Long, brown
Eyes: Green
Family: (NM)
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