Very pleased w/ the response 2 my last chapter . . . every1 is begging me 2 have Austin n Becca have sex already . . . which i wud find creepy if it wasn't 4 the fact that i wasn't just as perverted . . . anyway it'll be comin up soon . . . after Austin gets better. Anyway, that'll be soon . . . as u can c, I changed the rating 2 M . . . just in case . . .
When I woke up the next morning, it felt weird to be lieing in my own bed. I'd had such surreal experiences the past few days that anything that was even relativly normal seemed completly out of place. I wasn't sure how I was going to handle going back to school. Not that I was exactly happy to be going back to school, I was exshausted.
I hadn't been able to sleep for most of the eight hour car ride, I was just to excited to be going home and to see my family again. Kate had slept for half of the ride and then woken up to yell at me for putting a sleeping spell on her, but she got over it quickly and was soon yapping at me and flirting with Domingo. Austin however slept the entire ride. Despite how hard he'd tried to act like he was perfectly fine, I knew that he was beat tired and sick as a dog.
When I'd gotten to the house it'd been past eleven, I'd said goodbye to Kate and Domingo, and kissed a sleeping Austin on the forehead. When I'd gone inside, my entire family had been awake, except for Jake who was passed out on the couch. I'd hugged them all and kissed them; I missed them terribly and they missed me more then I'd expected. While I was hugging them and telling them how much I missed them when I thought of something. My entire family, aside from my dad, had witch blood in them and therefore had the power to live forever. They even had the power to make others lived forever; like my dad. They didn't even know it though. Didn't they have a right to know about their witch powers? I mean, it would completly change their lives.
I wasn't sure what to do on that situation; tell them and spoil their blissfully ignorant lives, or I could give them chances and knowledge they never dreamed possible. It was a really difficult descion, one I'd have to give a lot of time and talk to Austin about, but figured it could wait for now. I said goodnight to them all and went to bed. When I woke up I was completly beat, felt disoreiented by the normality, but also very relaxed back into the normal swing of things.
I'd gotten dressed in skinny jeans, a 'Skillet' t-shirt under a black hoodie with a big skull across the front, and done my eyeliner. Once I brushed my teeth and hair and had my bag, I was ready to go. When I went down for breakfest, Lydia and Ken were eating breakfest while my mom cooked.
"Morning," chirped Lydia. I wondered vaguely why she was up this early; damn morning person.
"Morning," I mumbled, sitting down in front of my plate of blueberry pancakes; my mom had promised to make me them as a little welcome home surprise.
"Did you sleep well?" my mom wondered.
"Yeah . . . Where's Jake?" I wondered as I poured syrup over my pancakes.
"Sleeping. I think he picked up a cold," she told me, "I'm keeping him home from school today."
"Oh okay," I said, digging into my pancakes. Lydia, my mom, and I talked casually about things I did on my trip (most of which were lies) while Ken was pretty quiet as always. Once I was done, I picked my bag off the floor, and dropped my dish in the sink.
"I'm going over to the Kardigan's," I told my mom.
"Oh? Austin's not picking you up?" she wondered.
"No," I said and heard Lydia curse under her breath behind me, "He broke his arm . . . in a-uh snowboarding accident over the break. He can't drive."
"Oh . . . I didn't know that," she mumbled.
"Yeah well, I better go, him and Kate will be waiting for me," I said, and I realized that eventually I'd have to tell my family that Kate was pregnant. Sure, it'd be a hell lot worse if I had to tell them I was pregnant, but still. Kate was my best friend but if my parents thought that she was a bad influence they'd have a problem with the two of us hanging out so much, afraid that she'd 'rub off on me.' Parents always thought stuff like that.
"Okay, bye honey," she said, "Love you."
"Love you guys too," I said as I was heading out the door, "See ya."
I walked through the chilly, mildly dark, January morning. When I got to the Kardigan's, it was chaos once again. The guys (Ralph, Diablo, Jupiter, and Mars) and then of course Tora, had stopped bording with the Kardigan's for a while at that point, but the second I walked into the house I knew that they were all back again. I heard bickering and laughing and taunting; the guys were definetly back.
When I walked into the kitchen, the whole place was in full swing. Mrs. Kardigan was cooking breakfest and Tora was helping her. Domingo was sitting in a kitchen chair that was pulled away from the table with Kate perched on his lap and his arms around her waist. Mars and Jupiter were sitting at the table, arm wrestling. I didn't understand why until I noticed that there was only one peice of bacon left on the table. Diablo and Ralph were also sitting at the table; Diablo was drinking a glass of what was obviously blood and Ralph was drinking coffee.
"Hey guys," I said, aware that everyone was probably here because of Kate's pregnancy.
"Hey Becca," Jupiter said, looking up from his arm wrestling match, "Oh I mean, your highness, Princess Aella."
"Bow before the princess you peasant!" Mars commanded mockingly, and the two indetical twins went down on their knees and started bowing before me.
I rolled my eyes and snorted. "Dorks," I muttered.
While they were bowing, Ralph reached over and stole the last peice of bacon.
"Look what you did now you losers," I said, grabbing a donut out of the box on the counter, "Ralph took your last scrap of bacon, sucks for you, you freakin scavangers."
"What!" they both exclaimed, scrambling to their feat and pouncing on the table.
"You bastard!" Mars shouted.
"Let's kill him," Jupiter said as they both converged in on him.
"Boys boys boys," Mrs. Kardigan interupted, "Relax. I'm making more bacon right now."
"Alright!" Mars cheered.
"Yes!" Jupiter seconded.
"Boys," Mrs. Kardigan laughed indulgently, shaking her head slowly.
"Now you know what it's like for me everday," Tora mumbled.
I laughed and was going to chill in the kitchen with everybody for a little while, figuring that Austin was upstairs getting dressed or something, but when Kate started feeding Domingo and the two of them got all mushy I figured I was better off finding Austin and getting the hell out of there.
"Uh where's Austin?" I asked to nobody in particular.
"In the living room, on the phone," Mrs. Kardigan told me.
"On the phone?" I asked, "With who?"
"King Zephorous."
"What? Why?" I demanded.
"He's trying to get Austin to schedule another meeting with the Council," she said with an eye roll.
"Ew, those bastards," I muttered, not worried about cursing in front of Mrs. Kardigan, "Let me go see what's going on."
I went into the living room to find Austin on the phone, pacing back and forth. He had a black t-shirt on and a brown leather jacket slung over his shoulders. He had only one of his arms in his jacket, the broken one didn't go into the jacket, it was just draped over his shoulder. He was arguing on the phone.
"For the milionth time no . . . Okay, if I had any doubts before then now it's a definite no, no way in hell . . . I'm serious, no . . . Don't tell me what to do Zephorous; I don't care if your the king, I'm the prince, big whoope de doo . . . I'm not a child Zephorous, I can think for yourself . . . no I will not put my mom on the phone . . . Because I'm not a little kid, that's why! . . . I'm not putting Kate on either . . . Because she doesn't want to talk to you! . . . I do not know! . . . Mhm . . . Stop trying to bribe me . . . Yeah, most people consider a new car a bribe Zephorous . . . Yeah, that's a bribe too . . . Well, I don't want a Lambirgini!"
I snickered to myself. Seriously, what kind of person bribes a seventeen year old with a Lambirgin?
"Yes it is possible to not want a Lambirgini . . . Because I already have a car! . . . But I don't want a new car! . . . Besides, I can't even drive it! . . . Because my arm is broken! . . . Yeah, remember? Princess Aurora snapped it? That crazy bitch you want me to marry? Yeah her . . . No of course I'm not being sarcastic."
He covered the receiver with his hand and gave me a 'this guy is such a dumbass' look and making the 'crazy' hand motion before going back to the conversation.
"Yeah I'm still here . . . Look Zephorous, I'm gonna be late for school . . . Of course I'm still in highschool! I'm only seventeen! . . . Yeah, for another year and a half . . . I get straight A's, what's it to you! . . . Look you didn't call to ask me about my grades . . . Well I don't want to talk about that either! . . . C'mon it's my first day back and I'm gonna be late! . . . But-but I . . . I'm gonna be late . . . I'm-look-I . . . Okay! Dude, seriously, I have to go. Okay? Bye."
He hit the 'end' button and tossed the phone onto the couch. I snickered at him having called the king of the Azimon dude.
"That guy drives me crazy," he muttered, hugging me with his one good arm and kissing me on the head.
"What did he want anyway?" I wondered, wrapping my arms around his torso and pulling myself close to him, being extra gentle; cautious of his broken ribs.
"Oh he wants me to come to a Council meeting on Friday," he said, rolling his eyes, "To discuss you actually."
"Ugh, my dad is such a douche," I muttered, rembering all the times he'd told me 'no' or lectured me back when I was Aella.
"First off, I find that both creepy and hysterical. And second off, 'daddy' wants you to come to the meeting on Friday," he told me.
"Really!" I exclaimed, "Yes!"
"Wait-are you excited about this?" he demanded.
"Of course I am! I get to go talk with the Council! I used to hate it when my dad made me go-but getting to go with you is awesome! That way, if Odysseus screws with you I can like-set him on fire!"
He laughed. "Could you perhaps push him in front of a bus?" he suggested.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Just one of the fantasies I come up with when I'm tuning out Council meetings?"
"What else do you think about?" I purred, nuzzling the side of his neck.
"Mostly you . . . wearing little to no clothing . . . Oh, and one time I imagined you and Aurora fighting in a kiddie pool full of jello!" he said, "It was awesome!"
Instead of getting annoyed like I was tempted to do, I said, "Did I win?"
"What?" he asked, seeming surprised that I wasn't freaking. Austin wasn't stupid-just impulsive-after he'd said that he probably imagined I would get pissed.
"Did I win?" I asked, "In your fantasy fight between me and Aurora."
"You did of course," he said, "Duh."
I laughed. "C'mon, let's go to school," I said.
"Ugh," he moaned.
"What?" I asked.
"I can't drive," he grumbled, "Which means that you have to drive my car."
"Oh relax you big baby," I taunted, "Nothings going to happen to your prescious car."
"Can't we just ride with Kate and Domingo?" he begged, "He's gonna give her a ride anyway."
"No," I said, pulling out of our embrace and spinning around in a twirly circle before tapping him on the nose patronizingly, "I like the Maserati."
"God damn it," he growled.
I laughed. "C'mon, let's get out of here," I said, heading into the kitchen.
It was crazy in there, loud and hot. Mrs. Kardigan was trying to ask Austin how his conversation with Zephorous went, but it was hard to understand her over the chaos.
"I'll tell you later Mom," he said, kissing her on the cheek as I grabbed his keys off the table, "Love you."
"Love you too," she said, "Be careful."
"We will!" I called, grabbing Austin's hand (the one on his good arm) and leading him to the car. I wondered vaguely who had driven the Maserati back from the airport up north but didn't care enough to ask. We both got in and I started driving.
"I'm really not looking forward to this," he mumbled.
"What? Going back to school?" I asked.
"Yeah . . . first off, I'm gonna get totally grilled by my friends for ditching yesterday and showing up with a broken arm and three broken ribs," he explained, "Plus eventually everyone's gonna find out that Kate's pregnant."
"Good point," I said, "But they don't need to know yet."
"I guess," he mumbled.
"It'll be fine," I promised. "People are going to harrass her," he said quietly.
"No they won't," I told him, "You won't let them, I won't let them, and if Domingo hears about anyone screwing with him you know he'll be knocking some skulls."
"I guess," he mumbled, "I'm just worried."
"It's okay," I soothed, putting a comforting hand on his knee.
"Ten and two, ten and two," he told me. I stuck my tongue out at him and put both my hands back on the wheel; he was so protective of the damn car.
"I have something I need to talk about with you," I said randomly.
"What?" he asked, seeming concerned. "Well you know how my moms a witch and all? And my brothers and my sisters have witch blood in them too? Well do you think I should tell them?" I asked, "Because part of me feels like they deserve to know the truth . . But at the same time, I don't want to screw things up for them."
"I think you should tell them," he said immediatly.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because, you and I wouldn't be as happy as we are now if you didn't know you were a witch," he said, "I mean, we'd find a way to be together no matter what . . . But you being a with makes everything easier."
"I see your point," I agreed, "But I don't know, I gotta think about it."
"Okay," he mumbled.
"Oh look, we're here," I said, pulling into the parking lot.
"Damn."
question, shud the sex scene between austin n becca b vivid like lemons or like describing up 2 it n then skipping ahead 2 wen it's over? not sure wat 2 do 4 that .. . . leave a review n let me no!