A/N: Holy, im tryin to catch up to myself. I'm trying to stay a chapter or
two ahead of posts so its easier and i'm not rushing..anyways here is
chapter 8. THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS
I called Hunter after the scene, and told him what had happened. I could just feel him trying to keep his anger down. I let Maille talk to him for awhile. When we realized it was almost nine o'clock, we decided Maille and I would just stay here, and use the books we had.
Maille and I were laying in my enhanced room, reading through the books, when I felt Mary K., unlocking the door. "My sister is home." I uttered to Maille.
"I know." She replied, flipping another page in her book. I laughed. "Course you do. Come on, we'll go meet your fourteen year old aunt. She's a perky one, so watch out." Maille and I hit the bottom step as Mary K., walked in.
"Hey Morgan." Mary K., mumbled, yet still sounded peppy.
"Hey, what are you doing home?"
"Alisa got in trouble. We decided it best that I came home." She eyed Maille pleasantly. Maille smiled back.
"Oh right, Mary K., this is Maille, Maille, my sister Mary K." *Go along with it* I told her.
"Hello." She said, about as brightly as Mary K. "Good to meet you."
"You to." Mary K., replied. "You look a lot like Hunter, Morgan's boyfriend. Do you know him?"
"Yea, he's my dad...dad's, brother's, son. Yea, he's my cousin." Maille said, her face a little red. *Nice cover*
"Right..." Mary K., said, dragging the word out. I was slightly skeptical on whether or not she believed Maille, but she relaxed and took it. "So how long are you staying here?"
"For the night, at least." I said quickly. "Come on Mail, books to read." I grabbed her elbowed, and started to walk away.
"Books? Morgan, it's summer, leave the poor girl alone," Mary K., giggled. Maille and I joined the laughter.
"I'm her..tutor." I said quickly. "Giving her some help before she hits her junior year." Maille nodded in agreement.
"Math, right? Well, Maille, I can guarantee you wont find a better math tutor than my sister. She's a genius." Mary K., said, beaming with pride.
"That's why Hunter's, dad's, brother hired me." I said, smiling. I rushed Maille upstairs before my sister could say another word.
"Dad's, brother's, son eh?" I cocked an eyebrow looking at her. She shrugged and grinned weakly.
"It's hard not to call him Dad. I've done it for fifteen years. I didn't even know his first name till I was eight." My jaw dropped. Eight?
"Eight? What did I call him? You never heard me call him Hunter?" We sat cross legged on my bed, two books between us, just in case Mary K., walked in.
"Well, actually I heard you say Hunter a lot, but I thought you were talking to the cat. Which is really weird cause our cats name is..will be Bushy." I gave her a funny look. "Hey, a four year old and a six year old named him. What'd you expect. We both just thought you were a little on the crazy side. It wasn't till I was eight and the cat died that I realized you were talking to dad, not the cat."
"So lemme get this straight? You thought your dear old mom was calling her cat Hunter, when she plainly knew it was Bushy, and you just let her be crazy. Didn't ask why?"
"Nope. We just let you be crazy." Maille shrugged, and grinned. She looked like Hunter so much.
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I called Hunter after the scene, and told him what had happened. I could just feel him trying to keep his anger down. I let Maille talk to him for awhile. When we realized it was almost nine o'clock, we decided Maille and I would just stay here, and use the books we had.
Maille and I were laying in my enhanced room, reading through the books, when I felt Mary K., unlocking the door. "My sister is home." I uttered to Maille.
"I know." She replied, flipping another page in her book. I laughed. "Course you do. Come on, we'll go meet your fourteen year old aunt. She's a perky one, so watch out." Maille and I hit the bottom step as Mary K., walked in.
"Hey Morgan." Mary K., mumbled, yet still sounded peppy.
"Hey, what are you doing home?"
"Alisa got in trouble. We decided it best that I came home." She eyed Maille pleasantly. Maille smiled back.
"Oh right, Mary K., this is Maille, Maille, my sister Mary K." *Go along with it* I told her.
"Hello." She said, about as brightly as Mary K. "Good to meet you."
"You to." Mary K., replied. "You look a lot like Hunter, Morgan's boyfriend. Do you know him?"
"Yea, he's my dad...dad's, brother's, son. Yea, he's my cousin." Maille said, her face a little red. *Nice cover*
"Right..." Mary K., said, dragging the word out. I was slightly skeptical on whether or not she believed Maille, but she relaxed and took it. "So how long are you staying here?"
"For the night, at least." I said quickly. "Come on Mail, books to read." I grabbed her elbowed, and started to walk away.
"Books? Morgan, it's summer, leave the poor girl alone," Mary K., giggled. Maille and I joined the laughter.
"I'm her..tutor." I said quickly. "Giving her some help before she hits her junior year." Maille nodded in agreement.
"Math, right? Well, Maille, I can guarantee you wont find a better math tutor than my sister. She's a genius." Mary K., said, beaming with pride.
"That's why Hunter's, dad's, brother hired me." I said, smiling. I rushed Maille upstairs before my sister could say another word.
"Dad's, brother's, son eh?" I cocked an eyebrow looking at her. She shrugged and grinned weakly.
"It's hard not to call him Dad. I've done it for fifteen years. I didn't even know his first name till I was eight." My jaw dropped. Eight?
"Eight? What did I call him? You never heard me call him Hunter?" We sat cross legged on my bed, two books between us, just in case Mary K., walked in.
"Well, actually I heard you say Hunter a lot, but I thought you were talking to the cat. Which is really weird cause our cats name is..will be Bushy." I gave her a funny look. "Hey, a four year old and a six year old named him. What'd you expect. We both just thought you were a little on the crazy side. It wasn't till I was eight and the cat died that I realized you were talking to dad, not the cat."
"So lemme get this straight? You thought your dear old mom was calling her cat Hunter, when she plainly knew it was Bushy, and you just let her be crazy. Didn't ask why?"
"Nope. We just let you be crazy." Maille shrugged, and grinned. She looked like Hunter so much.
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