Adam drove us, which wasn't anything new. He drives us everywhere. In the
front seat, which he had insisted I sat, he was chatting busily. 'I
remember last time you took us to Aunt Pru's,' he said merrily to CeeCee,
'So was rambling on about Ninth Keys. Hilarious!'
CeeCee was mortified. She glared into his little rear view mirror, but instead of heeding her irritation, he fed from it. 'You have an awesome aunt, Cee. I mean, it must be amazing to have a relative worthy of a mental institution. I bed you hold onto her just for entertainment?' He was only joking of course. I tapped him on the shoulder.
'Adam, stop it.'
'Yes, my mistress,' he smiled, grabbing my hand and kissing it, all while going around a corner. We were there.
'Please exit the vehicle, as we have reached our destination,' he said in a voice not unlike the woman on the telephone, "Your call cannot be connected . . ." CeeCee rolled her eyes.
I saw a twitch in the curtain by the door. CeeCee reached up her hand to knock, but the door opened first.
'Hello, my dears, I foresaw your arrival,' she said in a musical voice that was quite pleasant on the ears. A wave of aroma blasted its smelly way up my nostrils with quite an overwhelming affect. I felt very dizzy. I mean, what a fraud! She'd peaked through the curtain. I said nothing, though, not wanting to embarrass CeeCee. But Adam dying silently of laughter. He must have seen it too.
"Aunt Pru" was wearing her long, dead straight blond hair down. Her eyes were heavily made up for a very dramatic effect. She had a purple dress on with what looked like a sarong, and a further beaded shawl. She looked quite good, in a ridiculous sort of way. Adam was clearly loving every minute of this. CeeCee looked as if she wanted the wall to close in on her.
'Now, my darlings, what brings you here?' she asked. I opened my mouth to speak, but CeeCee got there first.
'Suze, my friend, wants to know a little about Egypt,' she said.
Aunt Pru's expression changed to one of pure glee. 'Oh! Well, my dear Susan, I-'
'Susannah,' I corrected automatically.
'-Susannah. I know a lot about Egypt. The ancient history is quite fascinating. They were the first empire to-'
'Aunt Pru,' sighed CeeCee boredly. 'Shut up with all that bullshit. Suze is going to ask you stuff, and you give her direct answers, okay? Don't freak her out with long winded lectures about all the historical crap.'
Whoa. CeeCee had not only just dissed her Aunt, but had, for the first time in her life, shown a disregard towards history. I mean. whoa.
Aunt Pru was shocked, but then looked just pissed off. 'CeeCee, my love,' she said spitefully, 'You have no tolerance for the spellbinding past of-'
'I'm serious, Aunt Pru,' glared CeeCee through intense purple eyes.
Aunt Pru sniffed huffily. 'Very well,' she said. 'Would you like to remain out here, and ask me, dearest, or go in the reading room?'
'Reading room?' I asked uncertainly.
'That's where I do my palm and Tarot readings. Alone,' she added to her niece, who rolled her eyes.
'Oh, the reading room would be great,' I said, to Adam's outrage. He obviously wanted to hear more of Aunt Pru's insanity, but I wasn't too keen on letting him hear mine. Not that I'm insane, just CeeCee'll get all questioning, and Adam won't believe me.
I followed Aunt Pru to her reading room. The walls were laced with silky material, beads, and pictures of Indians and wolves. Around the room were all these sets of Tarot cards, and bowls of water. A kind of bed thing was in the corner, where I assumed she did, what, massages? An assortment of different coloured crystals hung from a key rack on the wall that wasn't covered in silk.
She motioned for me to sit on one of three chairs. I sat.
Not being able to control herself, she asked, 'You don't want a reading, do you my love?' I smiled, about to say no, but then considered it. The last person who'd done anything of that sort had been a psychic called Madame Zara. My previous best friend had been with me then. She had told me that I was a mediator, or a medium, as she told me, and that also, I would have one true love for all eternity. Something to that effect . . .
'Okay,' I said carefully. 'Not a Tarot reading, I don't like Tarot. Just something that'll . . . see my future?'
'Of course,' she purred, and seized my palm, fingering all of the creases in my hand. 'You are familiar with palm readings?' she asked.
'Nup. Not a clue.'
'Oh,' she smiled, probably because, if she was wrong about something, I wouldn't know any better. 'Well, you have a surprisingly short health line, my darling. The health line crossing the life line indicates poor health and inherited illness, but yours don't cross. Funny. Maybe you'll just die young,' she said bluntly. My eyes widened.
'Oh,' I said weakly, 'Ah, cool . . .'
'Now. A long sun line implies a blessed life. An indistinct line means a dearth of concentration. A line that curves towards the thumb means that you are a high flier. You. ah, your sun line is unusually long, and slightly curves to your thumb. Very interesting,' she said mellifluously, her huge purple eyes a centimeter from my hand, fingering it quickly.
Great. The Holy Father has given me a long sun line, because he thinks my life is blessed. I think my life is cursed.
'You have a double fate line, indicating you have, um, two careers. One you like, and one you don't like,' she added. She could say that again. I'm betting that those two careers were mediating, and life. 'A rounded heart line, some distance from your fingers, means you are charitable, affectionate, loving and sensuous. A broken line means unfaithfulness and disloyalty. I'm happy to say that your heart line is the first. You, according to you palm, are very, very loving and loyal.' She patted me on the head. 'Good girl.'
I choked down a laugh.
'Your life line has two splits in it, meaning that your life will, or has experienced major change,' she said. 'Have you been through many change lately?'
Um, did she mean puberty? I stifled another laugh.
'Ah, I moved from Brooklyn to Carmel?' I asked. 'That was the biggest thing that's happened to me so far.' It was. I wasn't lying. Mediation was big, but it wasn't a change. I'd always been a mediator, right?
'And lastly, your head line . . Aaah, I didn't notice this before. Your head line and heart line have merged together. You have a Simian line, rather, meaning that you are very passionate, frequently led astray by your heart, example, taking jobs that you enjoy above well paying ones.' Huh? This wasn't me. 'You find it difficult to tell lies, even white ones.'
'No, I'm not like that at all,' I said defiantly, 'I tell lies all the time, and I have a job that doesn't pay anything and it sucks.' Aunt Pru gave me a "you caught me trying to cheat" look, and glanced back down at my hand.
'Oh, would you look at that,' she said, her voice breaking slightly. 'They don't merge at all. You have cupped your hand, dearest.' I hadn't of course, the fraud. Oh well, at least with the Egyptian thing, it was history, and couldn't be predicted by a clairvoyant. 'Your headline is forked, meaning you have excellent communication.' She could say that again. I communicated even with the people of the six-feet-under variety.
I feel so privileged, really I do.
'Uh, Aunt . . . Miss Webb?' I asked, not knowing what to call her. I mean, she wasn't my aunt, hey?
'Call me Pru, my sweet.'
'Can I ask you about that Egyptian stuff now?'
'Of course, my treasure.' Okay, those pet names were really pissing me off now, but is Suze Simon rude to crazy lady? Nah . . .of course not.
'Sorry, but those names are really pissing me off,' I snapped. She looked startled, seizing my palm again. 'You are a very short tempered person,' she revealed, with a scowl.
Yeah, whatever.
Then, I had an idea. "Jesse, I need you, I'm about to find out stuff about those Egyptian people, and you might want to listen?" I thought intensely. And he materialized just behind Pru. She shivered, and Jesse looked at me questioningly.
'Just stay quiet,' I mouthed.
'So, Pru, I've just seen, ah, a TV show on Egypt,' I said. She nodded, disgruntled. 'Yeah, and on there, there were four people, by the names of Amun, Khufu-'
'Pharaohs?'
'No, Amun, Khufu, Naeemah, and Jafari. Were they important at all?' Her look changed totally. 'You know about them?' I asked, my heart lifting considerably. Jesse leaned forward.
'Yes, I do. They were scribes,' she revealed. 'They were mummified.'
Oh, delightful.
'Is that all?'
'No. A shifter, like a medium . . . you know what a medium is, right?' I shook my head. Jesse looked perplexed. 'You of all people should know, querida, he said. I know, I did know. Ha! How could I not? But I guess I wanted to here it from someone else.
'Well, a medium could contact the souls of the deceased, whereas a shifter, as an archaeologist called Dr. Oliver Slaski-' my ears perked up, but not Jesse's. Figured, I hadn't told him about what had happened in Paul's room that day . . . uh, yeah, '-deciphered them to be called, could apparently move across the astral plane. A fat lot of rubbish,' she said.
Whoa! A bit rich coming from an old bird who thought a skeleton on a bit of cardboard meant death . . .
For once, I held my tongue. Jesse chuckled at me.
'But anyway, a certain "shifter,"' she sarcastically bowed her middle and index fingers on the word, 'didn't lead their souls to their final destination, but, rather, cruelly mistreated them.' She leaned forward to me, as if telling me a secret. Jesse frowned. 'The doctor suspects that this "shifter" was related to him very distantly,' she divulged in a whisper.
Okay then.
'What else does she know, querida?' Jesse asked.
'Anything else about them?' I asked.
'Well, they were scribes in the time of the Pharaoh Tutankhamun. A scribe is a recorder of history. They wrote in heiroglyphics,' she said. 'That is all I know. I can tell you much more, though-'
'Nah, tha's great, Pru,' I smiled, and hastily grabbed my backpack up, to show I was done. Jesse, with a nod, dematerialized. She looked annoyed. 'Okay,' she sighed, 'That'll be twelve dollars.'
I stopped dead.
'What?' I gasped. 'You're charging your neice's best friend?'
'No,' she said, and I relaxed. 'I'm charging a client, regardless of her status.'
What a cow!
I pushed the door of the reading room open and frantically whispered to CeeCee, 'Cee, do you have twelve dollars on you? I'm being charged.'
CeeCee looked furious. 'Aunt Pru!' she yelled.
Aunt Pru strode out, looking guilty. 'What?' she asked, trying to seem innocent, not sure whether I'd told CeeCee about her charging me.
'There is no fee for information,' she snapped.
'Aaah, but your friend not only got her information, but a palm reading,' she said smugly. CeeCee looked at me questioningly.
'She kind of forced me into it,' I said weakly.
'Aunt Pru, Suze is not paying you anything! I can't believe you'd embarrass me like this!' CeeCee glared. If looks could kill, Aunt Pru would probably asking to be mediated right about now.
'Okay, you can't blame me for trying,' she muttered. 'Go on, get out.' Her musical tone was gone, and she sounded really cheesed off. Adam, no longer being able to contain himself, burst out laughing. It was kind of funny. But Adam was really going over board, leaning heavily on CeeCee for support so he wouldn't collapse to the floor. Under his weight, it was now CeeCee most likely to collapse to the floor.
Aunt Pru was outraged.
'Just- Just- Just one thing,' guffawed Adam, gasping for air, 'Who was I in my past life?'
Aunt Pru looked daggers at him 'Imotep, the traitor High Priest,' she answered snidely, and brushed us all outside.
We were on the porch, staring at the closed door in front of us. It was dark out. Adam looked almost hurt. 'He was that evil ass who was in "The Mummy," right?' he asked.
'Yeah,' said CeeCee, 'just ignore her.'
'Cool. You can see where my badassness comes from, then?' he grinned. CeeCee smiled.
'Nah, you were not Imotep, Adam. Don't flatter yourself. And I was not Cleopatra the Seventh. I mean, do I look like royalty to you?'
'Yes,' breathed Adam, making CeeCee blush furiously.
'Ah, guys?' I asked, hoping I wasn't interrupting a precious moment.
'Go away, Suze,' whispered CeeCee, pushing my arm so I would get a move on. I went and sat in Adam's car. I really needed to be home by now. I mean, it was eight. I grabbed CeeCee's mobile from her bag, and called home.
'Uh, hi, Sleepy. Tell mom I'll be home soon, and sorry if I've missed dinner. I had something unexpected come up, and it wasn't supposed to last this long, and I didn't-'
'Slow down, Suze,' barked Sleepy, 'I can't understand a freaking word you're saying.'
I carefully repeated myself to him.
'Okay. Yes, we have had dinner. Dad's gonna go psycho at you when you get home, so watch your back. We had Lasagna, and he saved you some, even though we all told him not to. I'll tell your mom where you are. Bye-'
He was about to hang up, when he asked, 'Suze, you not at a gang meeting, are you?'
'SLEEPY!' I yelled.
'No, I'm not sleepy,' he said, shocked. 'I'm wide wake. I slept through three lectures today-'
'JAKE!' I yelled, but it didn't have the same anger in it that my other shout had. 'I'm NOT in a gang. Get it through your dense head!'
'Cool it, Suze,' he said. 'See ya.'
That was when he hung up.
I looked up at the porch, and saw one of the most gratifying scenes of my life. Adam had swooped down, and was kissing CeeCee very thoroughly. It looked very romantic, on the porch, with the moonlight behind them, and a gentle fog virtually concealing them. CeeCee looked as if it was the best moment of her life. Which it probably was. Her secret ardour for Adam had a slow-burning one, and years of hidden love had finally paid off. I just hoped that they weren't going to do anything hot and heavy on the porch. I mean, one, I was watching, two, Aunt Pru was probably watching, and three, on a PORCH?! Nah, sex is just too precious for that.
Luckily, CeeCee pulled away, looked warily over at me in the car, whispered something to Adam, who grinned, and nodded eagerly, and they both started walking towards the car. Panicking, I grabbed CeeCee's phone again, and held it to my ear.
As they slid in the car, I went 'Bye, mom,' and pressed a button, any button that made a beep.
'Were you like, watching anything?' asked CeeCee anxiously.
'What?' I asked, hoping I sounded oblivious and stupid.
'Oh, never mind,' CeeCee smiled with satisfaction. Adam winked at her, and he drove me home.
~*~ A/N: Isn't it nice to see CeeCee and Adam get together? Please review, I won't be long in updating, as I'm on a roll. I think.
CeeCee was mortified. She glared into his little rear view mirror, but instead of heeding her irritation, he fed from it. 'You have an awesome aunt, Cee. I mean, it must be amazing to have a relative worthy of a mental institution. I bed you hold onto her just for entertainment?' He was only joking of course. I tapped him on the shoulder.
'Adam, stop it.'
'Yes, my mistress,' he smiled, grabbing my hand and kissing it, all while going around a corner. We were there.
'Please exit the vehicle, as we have reached our destination,' he said in a voice not unlike the woman on the telephone, "Your call cannot be connected . . ." CeeCee rolled her eyes.
I saw a twitch in the curtain by the door. CeeCee reached up her hand to knock, but the door opened first.
'Hello, my dears, I foresaw your arrival,' she said in a musical voice that was quite pleasant on the ears. A wave of aroma blasted its smelly way up my nostrils with quite an overwhelming affect. I felt very dizzy. I mean, what a fraud! She'd peaked through the curtain. I said nothing, though, not wanting to embarrass CeeCee. But Adam dying silently of laughter. He must have seen it too.
"Aunt Pru" was wearing her long, dead straight blond hair down. Her eyes were heavily made up for a very dramatic effect. She had a purple dress on with what looked like a sarong, and a further beaded shawl. She looked quite good, in a ridiculous sort of way. Adam was clearly loving every minute of this. CeeCee looked as if she wanted the wall to close in on her.
'Now, my darlings, what brings you here?' she asked. I opened my mouth to speak, but CeeCee got there first.
'Suze, my friend, wants to know a little about Egypt,' she said.
Aunt Pru's expression changed to one of pure glee. 'Oh! Well, my dear Susan, I-'
'Susannah,' I corrected automatically.
'-Susannah. I know a lot about Egypt. The ancient history is quite fascinating. They were the first empire to-'
'Aunt Pru,' sighed CeeCee boredly. 'Shut up with all that bullshit. Suze is going to ask you stuff, and you give her direct answers, okay? Don't freak her out with long winded lectures about all the historical crap.'
Whoa. CeeCee had not only just dissed her Aunt, but had, for the first time in her life, shown a disregard towards history. I mean. whoa.
Aunt Pru was shocked, but then looked just pissed off. 'CeeCee, my love,' she said spitefully, 'You have no tolerance for the spellbinding past of-'
'I'm serious, Aunt Pru,' glared CeeCee through intense purple eyes.
Aunt Pru sniffed huffily. 'Very well,' she said. 'Would you like to remain out here, and ask me, dearest, or go in the reading room?'
'Reading room?' I asked uncertainly.
'That's where I do my palm and Tarot readings. Alone,' she added to her niece, who rolled her eyes.
'Oh, the reading room would be great,' I said, to Adam's outrage. He obviously wanted to hear more of Aunt Pru's insanity, but I wasn't too keen on letting him hear mine. Not that I'm insane, just CeeCee'll get all questioning, and Adam won't believe me.
I followed Aunt Pru to her reading room. The walls were laced with silky material, beads, and pictures of Indians and wolves. Around the room were all these sets of Tarot cards, and bowls of water. A kind of bed thing was in the corner, where I assumed she did, what, massages? An assortment of different coloured crystals hung from a key rack on the wall that wasn't covered in silk.
She motioned for me to sit on one of three chairs. I sat.
Not being able to control herself, she asked, 'You don't want a reading, do you my love?' I smiled, about to say no, but then considered it. The last person who'd done anything of that sort had been a psychic called Madame Zara. My previous best friend had been with me then. She had told me that I was a mediator, or a medium, as she told me, and that also, I would have one true love for all eternity. Something to that effect . . .
'Okay,' I said carefully. 'Not a Tarot reading, I don't like Tarot. Just something that'll . . . see my future?'
'Of course,' she purred, and seized my palm, fingering all of the creases in my hand. 'You are familiar with palm readings?' she asked.
'Nup. Not a clue.'
'Oh,' she smiled, probably because, if she was wrong about something, I wouldn't know any better. 'Well, you have a surprisingly short health line, my darling. The health line crossing the life line indicates poor health and inherited illness, but yours don't cross. Funny. Maybe you'll just die young,' she said bluntly. My eyes widened.
'Oh,' I said weakly, 'Ah, cool . . .'
'Now. A long sun line implies a blessed life. An indistinct line means a dearth of concentration. A line that curves towards the thumb means that you are a high flier. You. ah, your sun line is unusually long, and slightly curves to your thumb. Very interesting,' she said mellifluously, her huge purple eyes a centimeter from my hand, fingering it quickly.
Great. The Holy Father has given me a long sun line, because he thinks my life is blessed. I think my life is cursed.
'You have a double fate line, indicating you have, um, two careers. One you like, and one you don't like,' she added. She could say that again. I'm betting that those two careers were mediating, and life. 'A rounded heart line, some distance from your fingers, means you are charitable, affectionate, loving and sensuous. A broken line means unfaithfulness and disloyalty. I'm happy to say that your heart line is the first. You, according to you palm, are very, very loving and loyal.' She patted me on the head. 'Good girl.'
I choked down a laugh.
'Your life line has two splits in it, meaning that your life will, or has experienced major change,' she said. 'Have you been through many change lately?'
Um, did she mean puberty? I stifled another laugh.
'Ah, I moved from Brooklyn to Carmel?' I asked. 'That was the biggest thing that's happened to me so far.' It was. I wasn't lying. Mediation was big, but it wasn't a change. I'd always been a mediator, right?
'And lastly, your head line . . Aaah, I didn't notice this before. Your head line and heart line have merged together. You have a Simian line, rather, meaning that you are very passionate, frequently led astray by your heart, example, taking jobs that you enjoy above well paying ones.' Huh? This wasn't me. 'You find it difficult to tell lies, even white ones.'
'No, I'm not like that at all,' I said defiantly, 'I tell lies all the time, and I have a job that doesn't pay anything and it sucks.' Aunt Pru gave me a "you caught me trying to cheat" look, and glanced back down at my hand.
'Oh, would you look at that,' she said, her voice breaking slightly. 'They don't merge at all. You have cupped your hand, dearest.' I hadn't of course, the fraud. Oh well, at least with the Egyptian thing, it was history, and couldn't be predicted by a clairvoyant. 'Your headline is forked, meaning you have excellent communication.' She could say that again. I communicated even with the people of the six-feet-under variety.
I feel so privileged, really I do.
'Uh, Aunt . . . Miss Webb?' I asked, not knowing what to call her. I mean, she wasn't my aunt, hey?
'Call me Pru, my sweet.'
'Can I ask you about that Egyptian stuff now?'
'Of course, my treasure.' Okay, those pet names were really pissing me off now, but is Suze Simon rude to crazy lady? Nah . . .of course not.
'Sorry, but those names are really pissing me off,' I snapped. She looked startled, seizing my palm again. 'You are a very short tempered person,' she revealed, with a scowl.
Yeah, whatever.
Then, I had an idea. "Jesse, I need you, I'm about to find out stuff about those Egyptian people, and you might want to listen?" I thought intensely. And he materialized just behind Pru. She shivered, and Jesse looked at me questioningly.
'Just stay quiet,' I mouthed.
'So, Pru, I've just seen, ah, a TV show on Egypt,' I said. She nodded, disgruntled. 'Yeah, and on there, there were four people, by the names of Amun, Khufu-'
'Pharaohs?'
'No, Amun, Khufu, Naeemah, and Jafari. Were they important at all?' Her look changed totally. 'You know about them?' I asked, my heart lifting considerably. Jesse leaned forward.
'Yes, I do. They were scribes,' she revealed. 'They were mummified.'
Oh, delightful.
'Is that all?'
'No. A shifter, like a medium . . . you know what a medium is, right?' I shook my head. Jesse looked perplexed. 'You of all people should know, querida, he said. I know, I did know. Ha! How could I not? But I guess I wanted to here it from someone else.
'Well, a medium could contact the souls of the deceased, whereas a shifter, as an archaeologist called Dr. Oliver Slaski-' my ears perked up, but not Jesse's. Figured, I hadn't told him about what had happened in Paul's room that day . . . uh, yeah, '-deciphered them to be called, could apparently move across the astral plane. A fat lot of rubbish,' she said.
Whoa! A bit rich coming from an old bird who thought a skeleton on a bit of cardboard meant death . . .
For once, I held my tongue. Jesse chuckled at me.
'But anyway, a certain "shifter,"' she sarcastically bowed her middle and index fingers on the word, 'didn't lead their souls to their final destination, but, rather, cruelly mistreated them.' She leaned forward to me, as if telling me a secret. Jesse frowned. 'The doctor suspects that this "shifter" was related to him very distantly,' she divulged in a whisper.
Okay then.
'What else does she know, querida?' Jesse asked.
'Anything else about them?' I asked.
'Well, they were scribes in the time of the Pharaoh Tutankhamun. A scribe is a recorder of history. They wrote in heiroglyphics,' she said. 'That is all I know. I can tell you much more, though-'
'Nah, tha's great, Pru,' I smiled, and hastily grabbed my backpack up, to show I was done. Jesse, with a nod, dematerialized. She looked annoyed. 'Okay,' she sighed, 'That'll be twelve dollars.'
I stopped dead.
'What?' I gasped. 'You're charging your neice's best friend?'
'No,' she said, and I relaxed. 'I'm charging a client, regardless of her status.'
What a cow!
I pushed the door of the reading room open and frantically whispered to CeeCee, 'Cee, do you have twelve dollars on you? I'm being charged.'
CeeCee looked furious. 'Aunt Pru!' she yelled.
Aunt Pru strode out, looking guilty. 'What?' she asked, trying to seem innocent, not sure whether I'd told CeeCee about her charging me.
'There is no fee for information,' she snapped.
'Aaah, but your friend not only got her information, but a palm reading,' she said smugly. CeeCee looked at me questioningly.
'She kind of forced me into it,' I said weakly.
'Aunt Pru, Suze is not paying you anything! I can't believe you'd embarrass me like this!' CeeCee glared. If looks could kill, Aunt Pru would probably asking to be mediated right about now.
'Okay, you can't blame me for trying,' she muttered. 'Go on, get out.' Her musical tone was gone, and she sounded really cheesed off. Adam, no longer being able to contain himself, burst out laughing. It was kind of funny. But Adam was really going over board, leaning heavily on CeeCee for support so he wouldn't collapse to the floor. Under his weight, it was now CeeCee most likely to collapse to the floor.
Aunt Pru was outraged.
'Just- Just- Just one thing,' guffawed Adam, gasping for air, 'Who was I in my past life?'
Aunt Pru looked daggers at him 'Imotep, the traitor High Priest,' she answered snidely, and brushed us all outside.
We were on the porch, staring at the closed door in front of us. It was dark out. Adam looked almost hurt. 'He was that evil ass who was in "The Mummy," right?' he asked.
'Yeah,' said CeeCee, 'just ignore her.'
'Cool. You can see where my badassness comes from, then?' he grinned. CeeCee smiled.
'Nah, you were not Imotep, Adam. Don't flatter yourself. And I was not Cleopatra the Seventh. I mean, do I look like royalty to you?'
'Yes,' breathed Adam, making CeeCee blush furiously.
'Ah, guys?' I asked, hoping I wasn't interrupting a precious moment.
'Go away, Suze,' whispered CeeCee, pushing my arm so I would get a move on. I went and sat in Adam's car. I really needed to be home by now. I mean, it was eight. I grabbed CeeCee's mobile from her bag, and called home.
'Uh, hi, Sleepy. Tell mom I'll be home soon, and sorry if I've missed dinner. I had something unexpected come up, and it wasn't supposed to last this long, and I didn't-'
'Slow down, Suze,' barked Sleepy, 'I can't understand a freaking word you're saying.'
I carefully repeated myself to him.
'Okay. Yes, we have had dinner. Dad's gonna go psycho at you when you get home, so watch your back. We had Lasagna, and he saved you some, even though we all told him not to. I'll tell your mom where you are. Bye-'
He was about to hang up, when he asked, 'Suze, you not at a gang meeting, are you?'
'SLEEPY!' I yelled.
'No, I'm not sleepy,' he said, shocked. 'I'm wide wake. I slept through three lectures today-'
'JAKE!' I yelled, but it didn't have the same anger in it that my other shout had. 'I'm NOT in a gang. Get it through your dense head!'
'Cool it, Suze,' he said. 'See ya.'
That was when he hung up.
I looked up at the porch, and saw one of the most gratifying scenes of my life. Adam had swooped down, and was kissing CeeCee very thoroughly. It looked very romantic, on the porch, with the moonlight behind them, and a gentle fog virtually concealing them. CeeCee looked as if it was the best moment of her life. Which it probably was. Her secret ardour for Adam had a slow-burning one, and years of hidden love had finally paid off. I just hoped that they weren't going to do anything hot and heavy on the porch. I mean, one, I was watching, two, Aunt Pru was probably watching, and three, on a PORCH?! Nah, sex is just too precious for that.
Luckily, CeeCee pulled away, looked warily over at me in the car, whispered something to Adam, who grinned, and nodded eagerly, and they both started walking towards the car. Panicking, I grabbed CeeCee's phone again, and held it to my ear.
As they slid in the car, I went 'Bye, mom,' and pressed a button, any button that made a beep.
'Were you like, watching anything?' asked CeeCee anxiously.
'What?' I asked, hoping I sounded oblivious and stupid.
'Oh, never mind,' CeeCee smiled with satisfaction. Adam winked at her, and he drove me home.
~*~ A/N: Isn't it nice to see CeeCee and Adam get together? Please review, I won't be long in updating, as I'm on a roll. I think.