Chapter 2 (I had to edit this, it sucked Let it be known the plot might not thicken for a little bit, so I'll fill in the time with some good humor.)
Rachel woke up to a rain lashed morning and smiled. Even when she was a little girl, she had always loved to watch 'bad' weather. It had such peace, tranquility. She sighed, and got up. She walked downstairs in her oversized black tee, and sweat pants. She walked to the kitchen, and found Stanton eating a bacon and toast sandwich.
She innocently put her hands behind her back, and smiled. "Good morning." Stanton turned to her, holding the sandwich by his mouth. He smiled, and turned back. She jumped into the bar stool, and she drew back at his dress. "You think you would at least dress somewhat before coming downstairs!" He looked at himself. Bare chest, and black sweats. "So? No one else is around."
Rachel shrugged, and looked by the toaster to find another bacon and toast sandwich. She licked her lips, and faded into shadow, making a quick trip to the counter, causing her flesh to sting. But she made it to the other side of the marble counter, and quietly reached for the sandwich. "Don't even think about it." He warned without turning. She looked surprisedly at her brother. He didn't read her mind. "You've always got eyes in the back of your head." Rachel grumbled. "Somebody has to."
She dug into the cupboard, and got down the bread. She snagged the bacon in the pan, and made her own sandwich. "What are you doing over there?" She asked his back. Her question was answered at the roasting aroma. She automatically grabbed it from his hands. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She immediately pressed her lips to the brim. And burnt her tongue.
"Ackkk!" She whined, and waved her hand over her tongue. Stanton rolled his eyes. "The pot just came off." She groaned at her brother, and put the cup down. "You could have told me that!" Stanton opened the door in the back that lead to the pantry, second laundry room, and refrigerator. "Why? You have enough common sense." She took a chomp out of her sandwich, and chewed on the greasy bacon.
"The thing about common sense, is that it isn't used commonly." Stanton came back in, wearing black pants, and pulling down a black t-shirt over his chest. "Whatever. You doing anything today?" She considered as she at last sipped the brew. It was hot and bitter. Just the way she liked it. "I don't think so, just sit around, maybe talk with the girls." He nodded, and put the pan in the sink. She studied him. "You seem rather curt this morning." He looked at her, "So?" She tilted her head, "Is something bothering you?"
He looked like he was about to tell her, but he closed his mouth and changed his mind. Rachel sighed, and took another sip. If something was bothering him, and he didn't want to tell her, then he was entitled to have his own space. She and Stanton always had a unique empathy between them. Even though they could read each others minds, and they knew almost everything about each other, they always managed to behave like normal siblings.
Perhaps that was what happened when one spends a little over seven centuries together. "I'm thinking about getting something for Serena." Rachel raised a brow at him. "A promise ring." She smiled at him. "What's wrong with that? In this case, the sooner the better." He looked at her. Suddenly, she understood. "Why would she think you shouldn't commit?" Stanton shrugged. "With all that's going on, what if she says no?" The phone rang, but just before she picked it up, she said to him, "'What if,' has never stopped you before. It shouldn't now. Hello?" "Hey! What's up?" Rachel was polishing off the coffee, but she quickly stopped at the sound of her best friends voice. "Hi! Not much." "I know it's short notice, but can Yvonne, Kelly and I come over? They closed the Dungeon, and with the weather the way it is, there's not much to do."
"The Dungeon closed? That's a first. Sure, come on over." They said good-bye, then hung up. She put her cup in the sink, and as she finished up her sandwich, she heard a clap of thunder. She looked outside to find dark clouds, and small lightening flashes. The weather wasn't that bad. Why did the Dungeon close? Maybe for construction. The phone rang again, and Rachel picked it up. "Hello?" "Hello. Rachel?" "Yeah. Hi Serena."
"Can Stanton come over? I want to talk to him." Her voice was grave serious, but Rachel pretended to ignore it. "What do you need my permission for? Of course he can." "Thanks. At that point, she became worried. "Is everything okay?" At this, Stanton turned. "Yeah. I just want to talk." "Okay, later." Rachel hung up, and saw he was watching. "Serena wants to talk." Stanton nodded, put on a jacket, then ran off. Suddenly, shadows slipped into the window. The Bad Girls had arrived.
Rachel woke up to a rain lashed morning and smiled. Even when she was a little girl, she had always loved to watch 'bad' weather. It had such peace, tranquility. She sighed, and got up. She walked downstairs in her oversized black tee, and sweat pants. She walked to the kitchen, and found Stanton eating a bacon and toast sandwich.
She innocently put her hands behind her back, and smiled. "Good morning." Stanton turned to her, holding the sandwich by his mouth. He smiled, and turned back. She jumped into the bar stool, and she drew back at his dress. "You think you would at least dress somewhat before coming downstairs!" He looked at himself. Bare chest, and black sweats. "So? No one else is around."
Rachel shrugged, and looked by the toaster to find another bacon and toast sandwich. She licked her lips, and faded into shadow, making a quick trip to the counter, causing her flesh to sting. But she made it to the other side of the marble counter, and quietly reached for the sandwich. "Don't even think about it." He warned without turning. She looked surprisedly at her brother. He didn't read her mind. "You've always got eyes in the back of your head." Rachel grumbled. "Somebody has to."
She dug into the cupboard, and got down the bread. She snagged the bacon in the pan, and made her own sandwich. "What are you doing over there?" She asked his back. Her question was answered at the roasting aroma. She automatically grabbed it from his hands. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She immediately pressed her lips to the brim. And burnt her tongue.
"Ackkk!" She whined, and waved her hand over her tongue. Stanton rolled his eyes. "The pot just came off." She groaned at her brother, and put the cup down. "You could have told me that!" Stanton opened the door in the back that lead to the pantry, second laundry room, and refrigerator. "Why? You have enough common sense." She took a chomp out of her sandwich, and chewed on the greasy bacon.
"The thing about common sense, is that it isn't used commonly." Stanton came back in, wearing black pants, and pulling down a black t-shirt over his chest. "Whatever. You doing anything today?" She considered as she at last sipped the brew. It was hot and bitter. Just the way she liked it. "I don't think so, just sit around, maybe talk with the girls." He nodded, and put the pan in the sink. She studied him. "You seem rather curt this morning." He looked at her, "So?" She tilted her head, "Is something bothering you?"
He looked like he was about to tell her, but he closed his mouth and changed his mind. Rachel sighed, and took another sip. If something was bothering him, and he didn't want to tell her, then he was entitled to have his own space. She and Stanton always had a unique empathy between them. Even though they could read each others minds, and they knew almost everything about each other, they always managed to behave like normal siblings.
Perhaps that was what happened when one spends a little over seven centuries together. "I'm thinking about getting something for Serena." Rachel raised a brow at him. "A promise ring." She smiled at him. "What's wrong with that? In this case, the sooner the better." He looked at her. Suddenly, she understood. "Why would she think you shouldn't commit?" Stanton shrugged. "With all that's going on, what if she says no?" The phone rang, but just before she picked it up, she said to him, "'What if,' has never stopped you before. It shouldn't now. Hello?" "Hey! What's up?" Rachel was polishing off the coffee, but she quickly stopped at the sound of her best friends voice. "Hi! Not much." "I know it's short notice, but can Yvonne, Kelly and I come over? They closed the Dungeon, and with the weather the way it is, there's not much to do."
"The Dungeon closed? That's a first. Sure, come on over." They said good-bye, then hung up. She put her cup in the sink, and as she finished up her sandwich, she heard a clap of thunder. She looked outside to find dark clouds, and small lightening flashes. The weather wasn't that bad. Why did the Dungeon close? Maybe for construction. The phone rang again, and Rachel picked it up. "Hello?" "Hello. Rachel?" "Yeah. Hi Serena."
"Can Stanton come over? I want to talk to him." Her voice was grave serious, but Rachel pretended to ignore it. "What do you need my permission for? Of course he can." "Thanks. At that point, she became worried. "Is everything okay?" At this, Stanton turned. "Yeah. I just want to talk." "Okay, later." Rachel hung up, and saw he was watching. "Serena wants to talk." Stanton nodded, put on a jacket, then ran off. Suddenly, shadows slipped into the window. The Bad Girls had arrived.