Part Fifteen
They were at Maria's house – all 8 of them. It was chosen for the lack of any adult supervision, and because it had more space than Kyle's. That and the fact, they thought it might calm her down to be in her own house. It didn't really work so the next brilliant plan, 7 desperate teens came up with was to lock her up in her room until she was ready to talk to them – then again it could have been a stalling technique. Now that they had finally got an audience with her they were not exactly sure how to go about asking for forgiveness for something this monumental.
The drive there hadn't been a picnic either. Michael sat in the backseat of the jeep, with her on his lap. To prevent any escape, he wrapped his arms around her firmly. She didn't make it easy, squirming around a lot to get out of his iron grip. Her escape attempts were unsuccessful but it did leave Michael in a rather uncomfortable position.
Now the 7 sat downstairs in the Deluca sitting room, deciding what their next move was to be. They were prepared for a long night. Already, Liz, Isabel, Max, and Alex had phoned their parents to explain their absences with sleepovers. Maria was in her room, sulking. After yelling for a while, she finally realised that that manner of protest was rather pointless and only resulted in a sore throat for her. After that she went totally silent, much to their worry. Isabel had already gone up to check if she was still in her room, despite the fact that there was no way out considering Tess and Max had made sure that all exit routes were totally blocked (alien powers did come in handy.)
Michael had taken up a meal for her, home cooked, her favourite snacks but Maria locked herself in the bathroom when she felt him coming up. It was just a objection to her incarceration. She was well aware that he could easily open the door. He waited for a few minutes before insisting she open the door. Determined not to talk, Maria didn't answer him and even had to stuff her had in her mouth to prevent the laughter erupting when in a really serious voice, Michael threatened her with his "alien fingers." Michael opened the door, dragged her out the bathroom and watched as she ate her first bite, before leaving her alone again. Maria thought about refusing to eat but she was starving having not eaten any thing substantial all day. And it was her favourite foods.
Meanwhile, in the living room, a debate was raging as to the next course of action.
"I think we should all go in together and explain," Max said.
"It might be better if we go in one by one, so we can talk to her on our own," Liz said.
They threw suggestions back and forth until it was finally decided that Alex, Kyle, Tess and Isabel would go in first to explain and then Liz , Max and Michael could talk to her on their own. Of course, after their final decision they changed their minds again. Eventually, Michael stood up and walked up to her room. The others followed. Discussions were proving useless, maybe just talking would work.
Unlocking the door, they all trooped into her room. All of them had been there at one time or another during their lives so its contents were familiar, as was the slight figure that lay on the bed. She had changed into a pair of shorts and tiny tank top and lay on the bed, her feet curled up under her. Her eyes were shut and her expression, peaceful and innocent. Different to the mask she wore during the day.
Michael walked to the bed and carefully lifting her, he waved his one hand over the bed causing the covers above the bed to rise. He laid her back down on the bed and opposite him Liz lifted the covers back up and tucked them tightly around her friend. The covers rose slightly and fell with each small breathe Maria took, but she didn't stir, too exhausted by a long, emotionally tiring day to even feel being moved.
Michael lifted one hand to lightly touch her face, a small smile playing on his face before he turned and left the room along with the other silent observers. They shut the door quietly and went back downstairs.
"Tomorrow. We'll talk to her tomorrow," Alex said softly. And the others nodded.
It took them a while to get organised. They all decided to sleep there, as to talk to their friend first thing in the morning. The girls were going to sleep in Amy's room while the guys slept in the living room. Max and Alex took the couches and Kyle and Michael used Maria's sleeping bags. Within minutes, all of them were out, sleep coming easier on this night then it had since this whole mess started. Now that they had her so close, their hope was stronger and her presence, in a way had the same calming effect it had always unknowingly given.
End Part 15
A/n i had a hard time getting on to ffn for the last few day to upload, and to make up for that i am posing two parts today. Thanks for the feedback . Lots of grovelling to come.
Domino
They were at Maria's house – all 8 of them. It was chosen for the lack of any adult supervision, and because it had more space than Kyle's. That and the fact, they thought it might calm her down to be in her own house. It didn't really work so the next brilliant plan, 7 desperate teens came up with was to lock her up in her room until she was ready to talk to them – then again it could have been a stalling technique. Now that they had finally got an audience with her they were not exactly sure how to go about asking for forgiveness for something this monumental.
The drive there hadn't been a picnic either. Michael sat in the backseat of the jeep, with her on his lap. To prevent any escape, he wrapped his arms around her firmly. She didn't make it easy, squirming around a lot to get out of his iron grip. Her escape attempts were unsuccessful but it did leave Michael in a rather uncomfortable position.
Now the 7 sat downstairs in the Deluca sitting room, deciding what their next move was to be. They were prepared for a long night. Already, Liz, Isabel, Max, and Alex had phoned their parents to explain their absences with sleepovers. Maria was in her room, sulking. After yelling for a while, she finally realised that that manner of protest was rather pointless and only resulted in a sore throat for her. After that she went totally silent, much to their worry. Isabel had already gone up to check if she was still in her room, despite the fact that there was no way out considering Tess and Max had made sure that all exit routes were totally blocked (alien powers did come in handy.)
Michael had taken up a meal for her, home cooked, her favourite snacks but Maria locked herself in the bathroom when she felt him coming up. It was just a objection to her incarceration. She was well aware that he could easily open the door. He waited for a few minutes before insisting she open the door. Determined not to talk, Maria didn't answer him and even had to stuff her had in her mouth to prevent the laughter erupting when in a really serious voice, Michael threatened her with his "alien fingers." Michael opened the door, dragged her out the bathroom and watched as she ate her first bite, before leaving her alone again. Maria thought about refusing to eat but she was starving having not eaten any thing substantial all day. And it was her favourite foods.
Meanwhile, in the living room, a debate was raging as to the next course of action.
"I think we should all go in together and explain," Max said.
"It might be better if we go in one by one, so we can talk to her on our own," Liz said.
They threw suggestions back and forth until it was finally decided that Alex, Kyle, Tess and Isabel would go in first to explain and then Liz , Max and Michael could talk to her on their own. Of course, after their final decision they changed their minds again. Eventually, Michael stood up and walked up to her room. The others followed. Discussions were proving useless, maybe just talking would work.
Unlocking the door, they all trooped into her room. All of them had been there at one time or another during their lives so its contents were familiar, as was the slight figure that lay on the bed. She had changed into a pair of shorts and tiny tank top and lay on the bed, her feet curled up under her. Her eyes were shut and her expression, peaceful and innocent. Different to the mask she wore during the day.
Michael walked to the bed and carefully lifting her, he waved his one hand over the bed causing the covers above the bed to rise. He laid her back down on the bed and opposite him Liz lifted the covers back up and tucked them tightly around her friend. The covers rose slightly and fell with each small breathe Maria took, but she didn't stir, too exhausted by a long, emotionally tiring day to even feel being moved.
Michael lifted one hand to lightly touch her face, a small smile playing on his face before he turned and left the room along with the other silent observers. They shut the door quietly and went back downstairs.
"Tomorrow. We'll talk to her tomorrow," Alex said softly. And the others nodded.
It took them a while to get organised. They all decided to sleep there, as to talk to their friend first thing in the morning. The girls were going to sleep in Amy's room while the guys slept in the living room. Max and Alex took the couches and Kyle and Michael used Maria's sleeping bags. Within minutes, all of them were out, sleep coming easier on this night then it had since this whole mess started. Now that they had her so close, their hope was stronger and her presence, in a way had the same calming effect it had always unknowingly given.
End Part 15
A/n i had a hard time getting on to ffn for the last few day to upload, and to make up for that i am posing two parts today. Thanks for the feedback . Lots of grovelling to come.
Domino