I know I'm taking ages with updates, and I'm sorry. My new computer comes
really soon and I know where this is going and I'm considering a sequel.
But here is chapter 14. Dedicated to Shannon and Jacey, the best pseudo-big
sisters any girl could wish for (and only Leila will get the GC dig.)
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Well, it has been an interesting night already - Max had the overall fun task of making Evie go to bed after Jace and Maxa arrived. Then we had to make up a bed for Maxa, and for Jace. And then everyone decided, why bother to actually go home? Lets crash at Max and Logan's for the night because we're already here and we're lazy. Hmph. Then Syl and I caused a revolt - I refused to sleep on the couch again, but then Syl refused to share anything but a bed with no one else but Krit. Tinga told us all to grow up, Rain had one of her epileptic fits and Maxie spent 22 minutes hurling up dinner, which theen, consequently hurt Zack's feelings because he made the pasta.
Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve such a family.
Anyway, so Syl and Krit took the tiny guest room, and I shared the fold out bed with Tinga again (who quite saucily told me if I'd rather share with Zack, it was all good by her.) Rain and Maxa crashed on mattresses on Evie's floor and the others draped themselves across various pieces of furniture and such.
Huh.
Anyway, Max happened to tell Rain and Evie that they didn't have to go to school tomorrow, so they decided to take full advantage of that, and got up at dawn to watch tv - and argue over cartoons and music videos.
So, poor little me on the fold out bed (Tinga deserves everything she got) was woken up to the melodius noise of Silverchair (HOW are they still around? HOW?) (Could be a lot worse - when Rain was fourteen, she was obsessed with Good Charlotte. I shudder at the sound of their name. Thank god they died in the LA Riot of '23.)
I quite snappily told them to turn the volume down and sulkily went to find food; I know my not-getting-my-own-breakfast-rule applies here, but I'll eat some sort of non breakfast-y object and then it won't be breaking tradition.
I found a can of Vanilla Coke (I will never ever bring myself to that level) and a can of Fanta. So, I drank the Fanta and got stuck into a packet of chocolate ripple cookies and a great hunk of apple cake. It wasn't as if I was still tired, or even needed the sleep I'd already had.it was the principal of the thing. I might've been exhausted.
Anyways, I wasn't the only one who was spitting chips over Silverchair. Well, actually, this was totally and completely all my fault.
An ancient Avril Lavigne music clip was being played and I called out to Rain to turn it up (I love her music). So, all four of us were singing along loudly to S8er Boi and Syl storms out.
"Turn that godforsaken music down! It's not even 7 freaking AM!" she yells, successfully waking up the entire apartment.
And Syl is almost obsessed with Avil's music. But she does need her sleep. But that totally overreacting. All four of us froze, gaping at her.
She glared at us and stormed back into the bedroom.
Well, we turned off the TV and the three girls went into Evie's room to listen to the same program on the radio, quietly.
I flipped through a few ancient magazines until 8am. Then the apartment came alive.
Tinga got up, completely refreshed, even after the horror-Silverchair-and- Avril-Lavigne incident and informed me that she did have a son, and that desensitized her to loud noises slightly. Smile and nod sort of deal.
Jace and Logan began making breakfast - pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon and coffee. Evie, Rain and Maxa started watching cartoons (why can't we completely ABOLISH the Powerpuff Girls from TV forever?), very wary of Syl, who was stalking around in a terrible mood. Even Krit was avoiding her.
Max ran around, alternatively, packing for Joshua's (they were leaving today), organzing everything and dealing with bouts of morning sickness. Zane, Zack and Alec went to drop food over at Joshua's. I just made a nuisance of myself by provoking Syl (always a fun past time) and annoying everyone with random facts and such.
"Jondy!" Logan said, in the middle of my slightly off-key rendition of the Ketchup Song (one of the great Pre-Pulse musical achievements of our time. And, it's in Spanglish). "Please, please, go shower and get dressed. For the sake of all that is holy, go."
I pouted but went and had a nice long shower (Syl was getting a slightly murderous look in her eyes). When I came down, everyone as sitting at the table, eating breakfast, almost silently.
"What's up?" I asked, taking the plate from Logan, and sitting down.
"Case and Charlie won't be here til tonight," Max said. "Charlie didn't really say much."
Hence why Tinga looked like her puppy had just been murdered. Ugh. Maybe I'll let her Zack-and-Jondy matchmaking scheme go ahead til she feels better.
"He'll be here. He's seen what the likes of Manticore can do, Tinga. He won't risk Case," I said.
Tinga nodded. "I know. It's just hard, waiting and all. I haven't seen Case in so long."
"And there is a tiny problem with Syl and Krit," Zack said. Was that amusement in his eyes? "What is it?" I asked, taking a bite of a pancake. Mmmm.
"She's in heat."
I froze. "Huh. Well, um. That explains her mood. Cool. So, we're two people down. What does that mean?"
Zane sighed. "Brin."
"Brin." I echoed slowly.
"She's here is Seattle. We need to convince her we need help."
I nodded. "And we can do that. She's our sister. She needs to be here."
Max looked away. "Those reindoctrination years did a lot of damamge, Jon."
"Then pair her up with Alec; someone who can relate," I said. "No offence, Alec."
"None taken. I hear Brin is hot."
I rolled my eyes.
"Okay." Zane stood up, empty plate in hand. "We better get going."
"Can I come?" Rain asked quietly. "I'd really rather be there."
A moment passed between Zane and Rain, and he nodded.
"Let's do this."
*~*~*~*~* Okay, so, new plan - I'm aiming for over 100 reviews for this story when it is completed. So if you're happy and you know it, hit review! If you're happy and you know it, hit review!
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Well, it has been an interesting night already - Max had the overall fun task of making Evie go to bed after Jace and Maxa arrived. Then we had to make up a bed for Maxa, and for Jace. And then everyone decided, why bother to actually go home? Lets crash at Max and Logan's for the night because we're already here and we're lazy. Hmph. Then Syl and I caused a revolt - I refused to sleep on the couch again, but then Syl refused to share anything but a bed with no one else but Krit. Tinga told us all to grow up, Rain had one of her epileptic fits and Maxie spent 22 minutes hurling up dinner, which theen, consequently hurt Zack's feelings because he made the pasta.
Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve such a family.
Anyway, so Syl and Krit took the tiny guest room, and I shared the fold out bed with Tinga again (who quite saucily told me if I'd rather share with Zack, it was all good by her.) Rain and Maxa crashed on mattresses on Evie's floor and the others draped themselves across various pieces of furniture and such.
Huh.
Anyway, Max happened to tell Rain and Evie that they didn't have to go to school tomorrow, so they decided to take full advantage of that, and got up at dawn to watch tv - and argue over cartoons and music videos.
So, poor little me on the fold out bed (Tinga deserves everything she got) was woken up to the melodius noise of Silverchair (HOW are they still around? HOW?) (Could be a lot worse - when Rain was fourteen, she was obsessed with Good Charlotte. I shudder at the sound of their name. Thank god they died in the LA Riot of '23.)
I quite snappily told them to turn the volume down and sulkily went to find food; I know my not-getting-my-own-breakfast-rule applies here, but I'll eat some sort of non breakfast-y object and then it won't be breaking tradition.
I found a can of Vanilla Coke (I will never ever bring myself to that level) and a can of Fanta. So, I drank the Fanta and got stuck into a packet of chocolate ripple cookies and a great hunk of apple cake. It wasn't as if I was still tired, or even needed the sleep I'd already had.it was the principal of the thing. I might've been exhausted.
Anyways, I wasn't the only one who was spitting chips over Silverchair. Well, actually, this was totally and completely all my fault.
An ancient Avril Lavigne music clip was being played and I called out to Rain to turn it up (I love her music). So, all four of us were singing along loudly to S8er Boi and Syl storms out.
"Turn that godforsaken music down! It's not even 7 freaking AM!" she yells, successfully waking up the entire apartment.
And Syl is almost obsessed with Avil's music. But she does need her sleep. But that totally overreacting. All four of us froze, gaping at her.
She glared at us and stormed back into the bedroom.
Well, we turned off the TV and the three girls went into Evie's room to listen to the same program on the radio, quietly.
I flipped through a few ancient magazines until 8am. Then the apartment came alive.
Tinga got up, completely refreshed, even after the horror-Silverchair-and- Avril-Lavigne incident and informed me that she did have a son, and that desensitized her to loud noises slightly. Smile and nod sort of deal.
Jace and Logan began making breakfast - pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon and coffee. Evie, Rain and Maxa started watching cartoons (why can't we completely ABOLISH the Powerpuff Girls from TV forever?), very wary of Syl, who was stalking around in a terrible mood. Even Krit was avoiding her.
Max ran around, alternatively, packing for Joshua's (they were leaving today), organzing everything and dealing with bouts of morning sickness. Zane, Zack and Alec went to drop food over at Joshua's. I just made a nuisance of myself by provoking Syl (always a fun past time) and annoying everyone with random facts and such.
"Jondy!" Logan said, in the middle of my slightly off-key rendition of the Ketchup Song (one of the great Pre-Pulse musical achievements of our time. And, it's in Spanglish). "Please, please, go shower and get dressed. For the sake of all that is holy, go."
I pouted but went and had a nice long shower (Syl was getting a slightly murderous look in her eyes). When I came down, everyone as sitting at the table, eating breakfast, almost silently.
"What's up?" I asked, taking the plate from Logan, and sitting down.
"Case and Charlie won't be here til tonight," Max said. "Charlie didn't really say much."
Hence why Tinga looked like her puppy had just been murdered. Ugh. Maybe I'll let her Zack-and-Jondy matchmaking scheme go ahead til she feels better.
"He'll be here. He's seen what the likes of Manticore can do, Tinga. He won't risk Case," I said.
Tinga nodded. "I know. It's just hard, waiting and all. I haven't seen Case in so long."
"And there is a tiny problem with Syl and Krit," Zack said. Was that amusement in his eyes? "What is it?" I asked, taking a bite of a pancake. Mmmm.
"She's in heat."
I froze. "Huh. Well, um. That explains her mood. Cool. So, we're two people down. What does that mean?"
Zane sighed. "Brin."
"Brin." I echoed slowly.
"She's here is Seattle. We need to convince her we need help."
I nodded. "And we can do that. She's our sister. She needs to be here."
Max looked away. "Those reindoctrination years did a lot of damamge, Jon."
"Then pair her up with Alec; someone who can relate," I said. "No offence, Alec."
"None taken. I hear Brin is hot."
I rolled my eyes.
"Okay." Zane stood up, empty plate in hand. "We better get going."
"Can I come?" Rain asked quietly. "I'd really rather be there."
A moment passed between Zane and Rain, and he nodded.
"Let's do this."
*~*~*~*~* Okay, so, new plan - I'm aiming for over 100 reviews for this story when it is completed. So if you're happy and you know it, hit review! If you're happy and you know it, hit review!
