Disclaimer: Hey just wanted to say that the characters that Disney made up, well they belong to them, even if I do make up my own personality's for em I guess. And my own Characters, like Lissy, well they are mine! If any of you are writing stories out there and want to use a character from my story, I don't really mind but ask me first ok? Thanx. That's all I wanted to say….so read on!
Singah: What are you talking about?? Miss Edith? And Lissy is kinda me, but also not, umm…Do you get that? Or am I making no sense?
Lissy woke up with the sun shining in her eyes. Not wanting to get up yet, she turned her back to the window, now facing Hayden's sleeping form. She watched him for a while, studying his face. It was hard not to notice the big bruise on his left cheek. Their father didn't often hit them in the face; it was too noticeable. But last night he was drunk on an empty stomach, clouding his mind even more than usual.
Pretty soon Melissa got tired of just laying there. After all it was morning and she had lots of energy, making it hard to stay still for too long. So she decided to wake Hayden. Figuring that dad was already at work (from lack of noise) she could make it as loud as possible, she thought grinning….
WHACK!! She smacked the sleeping Hayden with all her might (which was surprisingly strong for a small five year old) with her pillow. As you can well imagine, he was awake instantly. The first thing he heard, besides the whack, was Lissy giggling uncontrollably. As soon as he had figured out what happened, he grabbed his own pillow and hit her back. Of course, holding back a bit. Even though Lissy was strong, he was much stronger. What all started with a whack ended up in an all-out pillow fight. Complete with multiple bashings and lots of jumping on the bed.
Both of their energy spent, they collapsed on the bed next to each other.
"Truce?" Hayden asked, panting.
"Truce," said Lissy holding out her hand. While the other hand was behind her back with crossed fingers.
"Let me see your other hand."
"This is my other hand."
"Hold out both of them."
"Why?"
"Because I know you must have your fingers crossed."
"No! Not me…"
"Let me see them then."
"Fine…" she said holding out both of her hands this time, (and her tongue too).
"Ok, now shake." He agreed, doing the same.
They knew each other so well by now that it wasn't that hard to spot when the other wasn't being entirely truthful, or hiding crossed fingers behind theirs backs…So they shook truce and followed their growling stomachs to the kitchen.
Authors Note: Ok, here is a happy chapter. But remember, this story is angst. Sorry if the chapter is kinda short, but I wrote most of it last night, and when finishing it this morning the voices went on vacation……Any ideas or comments, then pleez tell me! Thanx!