Deceptive Plays

Saturday, 9pm, the room,

After being primped, and whatever the girly hell, I was whisked out of the comforting yet cold surroundings of 'the room' and into the dining room. There, I saw Grandmere, Cortes, Sebastian, my dad, my mom, Mr. G and Rayon all sitting round the oval table. I stared and blinked at them all. Then I heard this weird choking sound and my mom leapt up and rushed at me. She pulled me into a big fat hug, like a black hole sucking the light in. My butt sort of stuck out, because of my mom's.... bloated stomach. When I finally pushed my mom away, gently of course, I saw Cortes staring at my... butt... Which is nothing to see of course. I glared at him as I was pushed by mom towards a seat beside him, and he blushed and grinned uncertainly at me. Rayon just snickered, the evil man.

"Well, we're all here now." Grandmere announced happily.

This is all.... her plan. Obviously.

"Grandmere, why am I being," I made the finger thing, "'kidnapped'?"

"Reasons that you could possibly not think of," Grandmere sniffed, "Now, let's us all eat."

I frowned and glared at my fancy vegetable dish. Cortes stopped gobbling his steak, and stared mutely at me. Then I felt somebody grabbing my hands, and my eyes widened and I glared at Cortes, who grinned at me cockily. I felt him slipping a piece of paper, and I scowled and brushed his hands off.

"Amelia, eat your dinner!" An evil-sounding voice thundered at me.

I jerked suddenly and stared at Grandmere, "Yes, Grandmere."

And I opened the piece of paper under the table quietly, and snuck looks at it.

Mia,

Do not sleep till after midnight, 'cos I want to meet you.... at about.... 1130pm till midnight. Okay?

Rub my thigh, vigorously, if you agree :) Rub my stomach if you don't :(

3,
Cortes ;)

I glared at the smirking Cortes and punched his stomach.

And then, what a glorious sight! Cortes' body leaned forward and his mouth opened. Out came chewed remains of his steak, glistening in the chandelier light. Grandmere gasped and rushed towards Cortes, I faked pity and helped him out of his chair, kicking his knee in process.

"There's your 'rub'" I whispered at Cortes, and he nodded quickly and limped off, claiming that he was fine.

Grandmere turned towards me angrily and shouted, "What did you do to him, Amelia?!"

"I did nothing! I think he choked on his steak! Maybe he wants to become a vegetarian, like me." I smiled innocently, and walked out.

Grabbing a few rolls and a bowl of soup on the way out of course.

Mmm, mushroom soup.

A/N: Sorry if the character's OOC. It's been weeks since I've written a TPD fic. Tho, that's no excuse.

Is Cortes hate-able? 'Cos I like him. I seem to have this.... gravitational force on liking arrogant males. Argh.

It's not that good of chapter, and I'm writing on a hungry stomach. Maybe I'll update again, later tonight. Hopefully, if my mom doesn't plug out the laptop out of pure dislike of me waking up late and suchs.

Thanks for the reviews, Cassandra and Vera Priscaleth! =)