Our Vacation, Chapter Three
Skye Rocket
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A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! [sniffles] I am begging!
Moving right along…
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"Well, I'm turning in for the night," Satine yawned. Christian smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
"Goodnight," he said softly. I rolled my eyes and turned them back to the copy of Mad Magazine that rested in my lap. I may have been a poet, but when it came to love, Christian and Satine were just getting to be a little much. I shot a glance at Trev, and he shook his head sadly.
I laid back a little. "So, Christian, when are you going to bed?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Why? Are you planning to rob me?" he asked dryly. I scoffed.
"Eat crap," I suggested. He scowled.
"Is that an acceptable way to speak to people that are older than you?" he asked, anger in his voice.
"You know, Christian," I began lazily. "There is such a thing as 'anger management' classes, dear," I suggested. A deep scowl cut across Christian's face. I looked right back at him.
"You know, girl, if you weren't of the female gender, I would hit you," he suggested. I have to say I was a bit shocked. I gave him a cold stare.
"You know, the feminist movement has happened. Men and women are equals. You are welcomed to try," I said, seething. "And just, ya know, FYI, I could take you in a minute." Trevor looked on helplessly. He hated it when people fought. I could have ripped Christian's eyes out. I was so angry.
"Are you betting on that?" Christian hissed. I gave him a small smile.
"Not just betting, dear, I'm counting on that," I said, my voice dripping with forced sweetness. My hands itched to tear something apart. Don't get me wrong; I always tried to stay in a continuous state of non-violence. But not now.
Something that he had said had pushed me over the edge. Now I was driven by anger, and was searching for a biting remark just to needle him. I leaned back slightly and folded my arms.
"Is that so?" he mused. I nodded. "Well, 'sweet,' is it just me or do you seem a little…sure of yourself?" I sighed.
"Well, Christian. A little slow aren't we?" I asked. I suddenly tapped at his head. He flinched and leaned away. "I don't know if you know this. But I am a teenager. All teens are sure of themselves." I did my best to talk down to him. Treat him like he was ignorant. Sheesh, I was being totally evil. I sighed.
"Hmm, thanks for the warning. I'll keep it in mind that you think very highly of yourself," Christian said.
"Yeah," I began sarcastically. "I'm a regular egomaniac. Don't damage my ego, or I could go insane. Become dangerous. In a word: destruction."
"Well, then we will just have to avoid that then, won't we?" he suggested perkily. I had forgotten what we had been fighting about. I was suddenly kind of scared. But I forced myself to stay looking happy and calm.
"Yes, we will. And that you," I pointed at him. "don't like people who have high self esteem. Did you know that that is a sign of low self esteem. Isn't that funny?"
"Hilarious," he spat. Trevor began inching his way out the door.
"Uh, I'm going to bed," he said.
"Night, Trevie," I said, not averting my stony gaze. "Well," I said. "I think that I am going to sleep also." Christian pasted on a smile.
"Then, goodnight, Mary," he said, walking to his room. I stared after him. Soon I had changed into my monkey PJs and fell asleep. It had been a long day.
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"She's been sleeping for hours!" someone was saying.
"Well, *I* was sleeping too," another voice drawled, annoyed.
"But still!" the first voice said. Someone's hand gently nudged me. I blinked and sat up. Christian moved his hand away.
"See, she's fine," he said to Trevor. "But now I have to stay up. I can't fall back asleep." Satine appeared in the doorway.
"Christian, darling, what's wrong?" she asked, expressing concern.
"He was worried about his sister," he grunted.
"Ooh, that's really sweet of you," Satine said to Trevor and shuffled her hand in his hair, scrambling it on the top of his head. Trev frowned and smoothed his hair.
"Well, as you can see, I am fine," I said hesitantly. "So…now I'm gonna get up and change." I stood up and walked out of the room. "Sheesh," I mused once I was safely down the hall. I climbed the stairs to Trevor's room. "That was quite embarrassing if you asked me."
When I got to where I was keeping my clothes I picked out baggy jeans and a white tank top. I pulled my hair into a ponytail. I flapped down the stairs. It was still raining and the thunder was incredibly loud.
Christian sat at the kitchen table, eating some toast. Satine was daintily nibbling at a grapefruit. I sighed.
"Do you want some chocolate chip pancakes?" I asked Trevor. He grinned.
"Yeah." I took down the chocolate chips and the ingredients for the pancakes out of the closet and the refrigerator. I stirred the ingredients together and poured the batter, in small doses, onto the hot skillet.
I could almost feel the others staring at me, eyes boring into my back. I made a face and flipped a large pancake onto a red paper plate. I was pretty shy when it came to having people watch me do things.
I turned around and handed Trev his pancakes. I cleaned up the cooking supplies and sat down to eat my pancakes. I bathed them in syrup and cut them apart. I shoveled it into my mouth and chewed slowly. I still felt like people had their eyes on me.
But I had to get over that.
*************
And there you have it. PLEASE review, friends. It was a weird chapter, I know…
Have A Nice Day!
Skye Rocket
Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I think you get the picture.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! [sniffles] I am begging!
Moving right along…
*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well, I'm turning in for the night," Satine yawned. Christian smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
"Goodnight," he said softly. I rolled my eyes and turned them back to the copy of Mad Magazine that rested in my lap. I may have been a poet, but when it came to love, Christian and Satine were just getting to be a little much. I shot a glance at Trev, and he shook his head sadly.
I laid back a little. "So, Christian, when are you going to bed?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Why? Are you planning to rob me?" he asked dryly. I scoffed.
"Eat crap," I suggested. He scowled.
"Is that an acceptable way to speak to people that are older than you?" he asked, anger in his voice.
"You know, Christian," I began lazily. "There is such a thing as 'anger management' classes, dear," I suggested. A deep scowl cut across Christian's face. I looked right back at him.
"You know, girl, if you weren't of the female gender, I would hit you," he suggested. I have to say I was a bit shocked. I gave him a cold stare.
"You know, the feminist movement has happened. Men and women are equals. You are welcomed to try," I said, seething. "And just, ya know, FYI, I could take you in a minute." Trevor looked on helplessly. He hated it when people fought. I could have ripped Christian's eyes out. I was so angry.
"Are you betting on that?" Christian hissed. I gave him a small smile.
"Not just betting, dear, I'm counting on that," I said, my voice dripping with forced sweetness. My hands itched to tear something apart. Don't get me wrong; I always tried to stay in a continuous state of non-violence. But not now.
Something that he had said had pushed me over the edge. Now I was driven by anger, and was searching for a biting remark just to needle him. I leaned back slightly and folded my arms.
"Is that so?" he mused. I nodded. "Well, 'sweet,' is it just me or do you seem a little…sure of yourself?" I sighed.
"Well, Christian. A little slow aren't we?" I asked. I suddenly tapped at his head. He flinched and leaned away. "I don't know if you know this. But I am a teenager. All teens are sure of themselves." I did my best to talk down to him. Treat him like he was ignorant. Sheesh, I was being totally evil. I sighed.
"Hmm, thanks for the warning. I'll keep it in mind that you think very highly of yourself," Christian said.
"Yeah," I began sarcastically. "I'm a regular egomaniac. Don't damage my ego, or I could go insane. Become dangerous. In a word: destruction."
"Well, then we will just have to avoid that then, won't we?" he suggested perkily. I had forgotten what we had been fighting about. I was suddenly kind of scared. But I forced myself to stay looking happy and calm.
"Yes, we will. And that you," I pointed at him. "don't like people who have high self esteem. Did you know that that is a sign of low self esteem. Isn't that funny?"
"Hilarious," he spat. Trevor began inching his way out the door.
"Uh, I'm going to bed," he said.
"Night, Trevie," I said, not averting my stony gaze. "Well," I said. "I think that I am going to sleep also." Christian pasted on a smile.
"Then, goodnight, Mary," he said, walking to his room. I stared after him. Soon I had changed into my monkey PJs and fell asleep. It had been a long day.
************
"She's been sleeping for hours!" someone was saying.
"Well, *I* was sleeping too," another voice drawled, annoyed.
"But still!" the first voice said. Someone's hand gently nudged me. I blinked and sat up. Christian moved his hand away.
"See, she's fine," he said to Trevor. "But now I have to stay up. I can't fall back asleep." Satine appeared in the doorway.
"Christian, darling, what's wrong?" she asked, expressing concern.
"He was worried about his sister," he grunted.
"Ooh, that's really sweet of you," Satine said to Trevor and shuffled her hand in his hair, scrambling it on the top of his head. Trev frowned and smoothed his hair.
"Well, as you can see, I am fine," I said hesitantly. "So…now I'm gonna get up and change." I stood up and walked out of the room. "Sheesh," I mused once I was safely down the hall. I climbed the stairs to Trevor's room. "That was quite embarrassing if you asked me."
When I got to where I was keeping my clothes I picked out baggy jeans and a white tank top. I pulled my hair into a ponytail. I flapped down the stairs. It was still raining and the thunder was incredibly loud.
Christian sat at the kitchen table, eating some toast. Satine was daintily nibbling at a grapefruit. I sighed.
"Do you want some chocolate chip pancakes?" I asked Trevor. He grinned.
"Yeah." I took down the chocolate chips and the ingredients for the pancakes out of the closet and the refrigerator. I stirred the ingredients together and poured the batter, in small doses, onto the hot skillet.
I could almost feel the others staring at me, eyes boring into my back. I made a face and flipped a large pancake onto a red paper plate. I was pretty shy when it came to having people watch me do things.
I turned around and handed Trev his pancakes. I cleaned up the cooking supplies and sat down to eat my pancakes. I bathed them in syrup and cut them apart. I shoveled it into my mouth and chewed slowly. I still felt like people had their eyes on me.
But I had to get over that.
*************
And there you have it. PLEASE review, friends. It was a weird chapter, I know…
Have A Nice Day!
Skye Rocket