Chapter 3

"Meeting the Kids"

"Well Fuck" I stared at the kid not really knowing what I should do with him. "Do you want breakfast?" The emo ass punk snorted in derision at me and took a seat at the kitchen counter staring me down while he prepared his investigation. His hair was spiked up in a weird bed head fashion and he was still clad in his pajamas. Why did all these young folk have to be so adorable? I remember when I went through my no one understands me phase and let me just say I rocked it.

" Are you with my Aunt?" He questioned as I went back to shuffling around his kitchen deciding it was best to continue preparing the meal. Busy hands are happy hands as my mother used to say. I figure that is why her hands were always busy getting into the liquor cabinet. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree though.

"Yeah?" I mean she had taken me home and allowed me to sleep in her bed. I suppose having a slumber party meant we were buds together. " Do you drink coffee or are you purist?"

"I drink it." He hummed in consideration eyes weighing on me as he judged me in his mind like Anubis weighing my soul.

I reached into the upper kitchen cabinets to grab a coffee mug. When I raised my arm to grab a mug from the limited and might I add a boring selection of Pier-One-Esque cups I felt a breeze grace my legs and immediately clamped my arm to my side. I glanced over my shoulder had he noticed. He had turned his head to the side a blush cresting his cheeks and ears. Normally I wouldn't care but I took pity on my poor ex-babysitter's pseudo spawn. God made us to be naked people and naked is the way I liked to be.

" Hey kid, you got any extra pants."

"Jeremy."

"What?"

"My name is Jeremy Gilbert."

"My name is Belle Imma Fell" I called after him as he left the room to go up stair supposedly for his quest for pants. Jenna was going to kill me, I am tainting her pseudo spawn. Am I going to hell? I heard feet pad down the stair and saw him turn the corner. He came back carrying some grey worn-out tiny gym shorts that most definitely were not his. I scrambled to put them on trying to save the poor boy the embarrassment and me a police charge. As a last measure of protection, I lifted my shirt so I could tie the strings as a chastity measure. I am not sure who for but it is the thought that counts.

" Um, thanks kid, how do you take your coffee?" I filled up the blasé mug with the deliciously heavenly liquid.

"How long have you know my Aunt." He fired back taking the mug from my hand and sipping it black in its uncurated form. Gross, I don't get young people nowadays.

" I met her when I was 8 or 7 I think, she used to babysit me. It is all quite scandalous." He looked me over with a curious glance and considered his next question as I put bacon in the cast iron skillet lighting the gas stove with a flick of my wrist.

" When did you guys get together?" His line of questioning was strange, but I went along with it and flipped the bacon as the interrogation continued.

"Last night, I came back to town and saw her at the Grill, we started drinking and drank some more and I ended up here." Jeremy began to grow uncomfortable, but I supposed that was because he may be a straight edge weirdo. Some kids couldn't handle the idea of their parental figures drinking. " Help me set the table bud, the bacon and hash are almost done."

" Don't you think it is weird to still be here the morning after? Why don't you just leave?"

"First of all rude, second of all, I think breakfast is nice, Third of all, there is no food at my house since my dad passed so I am bumming off of you guys. " I stirred the hash before cracking four eggs on it and placing it in the oven to finish baking as Jeremy took out plates and silverware to set the table. " So tell me about yourself, Jere."

"I- "

Feet pattered down the stairs and a girl not much older than Jere came stumbling down the stairs her face was sleep logged. Once she made eye contact with me she froze and a scowl took over her face.

" What the hell Jere? First the drugs and now you are bringing random girls back to the house?" What is wrong with you!? What would mom and dad think if they saw you acting out like this?" She stalked over to yell at Jeremy full of rage and hands flinging dramatically in the air for emphasis. " Do you even know her name or how old she is? She could be taking advantage of you. DO you ever stop to think about your actions and how they affect our family."

"She is Jenna's fuck bubby." Jeremy chortled out and the brunette tornados eye bulged as she turned to look at me repulsion in her eyes most probably due to the idea of her aunt's fuck buddy standing in a kitchen with her delinquent of a brother.

" Who is my what?" A blurry-eyed Jenna came down the stair grasping her head. She must have awoken due to all the yelling going on in the household. Giggles erupted from me like a volcano and I was gasping for air at the comedic tragedy happening in my life right now.

" They think we did it," I was able to chuckle out as I gasped for air. The whole clan of them looked horrified and I was about to cry from laughing so hard.

" You said you were with Jenna," Jeremy replied.

" As in I was with her, she was the one to have brought me here. Jenna is a family friend. She would have been family if my brother didn't have a stick up his ass." I couldn't help laughing at his young clueless face.

" I do not have enough coffee for this." Jenna chimed in clasping her head tighter. The oven chimed off and I ushered the family to take their seats at the table.

" Let me formally introduce myself," I babbled spooning out some breakfast hash on each of their plates, " I am Anabelle Fell, Jenna and I reconnected last night, and we are in no way romantically involved. I like myself a big beefy man and unfortunately, your aunt does not meet those requirements."

"I'm Elena, Jenna's niece, thank you for the breakfast," and with that, the breakfast moved forward without a hitch. The conversation was turned to polite discussion and even Jere participated. After Breakfast Jenna and Elena cleared away the dishes and I prepare to head out and get out of there hair and began putting my tennis shoes from last night on.

" Can't I call you a cab?"

" Nah, Jen It is probably impossible to get one right now anyway." I shoulder my dress from last night waving as I exited the residence. That could have gone better. I trekked my way from the Gilbert Residence to the outskirts of town was were my Fell Hell resided. It was 11:37 when I reached the foyer of my childhood home and I was ready to shower and change before I started my day.

XXX

As a woman of a founding family, I was on the founders' committee which was a fancy way of saying the town's party committee. Though I hadn't been back in town for a while as soon as Carol Lockwood heard I was back in town she reached out her claws to drag me back into her cult. Carol was a southern vixen and she knew just what to say to bully you into something and entrench you into her plans. It didn't help that my brother had voluntold me to go.

Stepping out of the shower with a towel on my head I wondered around my childhood bedroom. I couldn't bring myself to stay in my father's old room, it was just too weird. I grabbed a white turtle neck and a pair of skinny jeans and began to prepare my armor. I curled and teased my hair to southern curls perfection, wearing the daintiest amount of makeup for a natural look. I dawned on some nude block heels raising my already tall height of 5'9 by four inches. I felt like an imposing boss babe ready to take on the Karen army Carol had assembled.

Grabbing my purse, and its contents I went to the garage to grab the car that had been willed to me. My dad had willed me his old black Escalade and I was happy he did seeing as I was currently car-less. I loaded up into the car adjusted the seats and mirrors before hitting the road. I felt like I was driving a literal tank. Stop and starting the car took more force than I was used too and everything felt heavy and off. As I pulled up to the Lockwood premise I plastered a plastic smile on my face and trounced my way up their ridiculous front porch that had way too many steps if you asked me.

I knocked on the door to be greeted by Satan himself in Carol's form. I smirked down at her from my stilted pedestal and half-hug her in faked enthusiasm.

"Belle, how are you, we were just talking about how much we missed you weren't we ladies," a smirk played over all their lips as they teetered as if they had just hearrd a joke.

"Carol, it's been too long. How is that son of yours I am sure he has grown into a handsome young man now." Carol gritted her teeth and I knew I hit my mark. Her son had a crush on me a while ago and I just loved rubbing her face in it.

"He is still my baby," she emphasized," still in high school and already on the varsity team."

" Aw, soon your baby boy will be graduating right, and then he will be a grown man." Carol eyed me plastered her smile to her army of Karens.

" Now that we are all here we can get down to business. Putting the final touches on our celebration for the Night of the Comet."

This would be a long day. Logan owed me a beer… scratch that he owed me several.