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Chapter Five
Kel's POV
The door slowly opened.
But stopped half way.
"Kel? Is it all right if I come in?" called Neal's voice coming from Neal's body surprisingly enough.
"Um, Neal please don't come in yet, I'm. . . um, getting changed!" Kel hurriedly spoke fearing for the worst, which come to think of it was pretty awful.
"Oh, so you don't mind if I come in?" Neal asked, obviously not seeing any thing wrong with that and showing that stupidity runs strong in his veins.
"No! Just get out! I'll see you later!" Kel yelled him, standing up as she pushed Joren's grasping lecherous hands off her body and stalked over to the door shutting it quickly, ignoring Neal's cry of pain.
"What the hell are we going to do?" she hissed at him not wanting to be over heard.
"I have no idea!" Joren was clearly at his wits as she was.
"Just great this is just great! This is all your fault you know?" Kel accused him and rightly so.
"How is my fault!" he answered back clearly surprised and angry that she would dare accuse him.
"You are the one with the idea of coming to my room in a box, naked!" she retorted jerking her gaze from Joren for a brief moment to look at the crumpled striped wrapping paper, flattened box and untied ribbon before returning to glare at him once more.
"Only because I love you!" Joren replied, eyes looking up at her beseechingly.
Kel merely rose an eyebrow at him in disbelief and snorted. "Joren, Joren, Joren," she admonished slowly waving a finger in front of his face a small smile on her face, pulling back abruptly when Joren made a move to bite her finger. "You don't really think I would fall for that? You would have to be some kind of moron to think that I would believe that, however you may think I am NOT stupid," she sharply turned around, face turning away from him not seeing the shift of emotions crossing his face.
"Now get out of my room," the words were deceptively bland.
"How, oh Mistress of Cleverness?" he asked standing up, banishing his emotions. . . or at least putting them out of view.
Kel turned around smiling brightly, "Out the window of course!"
That had not been the answer he had been expecting, "The window? Are you mad? What am I saying of course you are!" Joren had stepped back in shock at her words.
"Got any other ideas then, Joren? Because I do not see many other ways that you can leave my room with both our reputations untarnished!" Kel retorted back, smug in her mind that her idea was the best and the most plausible (or it could be she just wanted Joren to fall to his death, either one could be true).
"Fine! But if I die this is all your fault!" Joren hastily (and stupidly) agreed to jump out of a narrow window to the harsh and unforgiving cobblestones below her window.
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Just do it Joren! Or are too afraid to do it? I mean it's not that far," Kel taunted Joren, urging him to make the jump.
"No, I'm not! In fact I'm going to jump right now!" Joren snapped back.
He walked over to the window, his hand reaching for the shutters latch, he unlocked the metal latch and he pulled back the wooden shutters peering outside wary if anybody was in the range of vision to witness his spectacular jump to the ground. Luckily there was not a soul in sight.
As he prepared to jump a voice halted in his tracks, "Wait! Joren you really are the biggest idiot in the entire universe," Kel wearily sighed and ran her hand through her hair, "You will hurt yourself if you jump on to the ground from this height, you need to put some padding on where you are going to land."
"That may seem like a good idea, and it does have merits. But what are people going to think when you start throwing padding out of your window. I do not know about you but doing that is rather unusual behavior. People will wonder if you have gone mad. If they haven't already of course," Joren smirked at this, "So now, Mistress of Cleverness. . . what are we to do?"
Kel looked at him for a moment, her eyes blank, her face expressionless and her body posture not betraying her thought.
And then she smiled.
"Okay no padding for you. Since you seem so interested in blocking any suggestions that I give then you shall do this on your own. I am sure it will be no problem for you to jump out of the window and remain uninjured." She grinned noticing his hesitation, "Go Joren, jump!"
He once again prepared to jump, but paused. Something out of the corner of his eye niggled his attention. He turned slightly. Someone was entering the courtyard! A man!
He leaped back away from the window. Leaping right back in to Kel's wardrobe.
"Ooowww!" he cried out, wincing slightly and rubbing his lower back with a gentle hand careful of his injuries.
"What's the matter? Why did you jump back like that" Kel demanded, gazing at him a puzzled expression on her face.
"There was someone coming, I jumped back when I saw them coming," Joren answered, "So what now?"
Kel put her finger to her lips and made shushing motions.
Kel crouched, leaning over she slinked to the window, mindful of not being seen from the outside, and she quickly peeked from the window frame before roughly jerking her head away from the window.
"What do you think you are doing? Act normal or people will suspect something. Moron!" Joren hissed at her rolling his eyes as he did.
"It's a man!" Kel wailed, completely ignoring him and his words.
"I can not believe this! Are the Gods out to get me for some trivial matter? Or are the Fates conspiring for my fall into doooomm!" Joren dramatically whispered in hushed tones.
SLAP
"Snap out of it, man! We can find a way to get you out of here! We can! We can! We just need to find a way to get rid of that man. It should not be that difficult," said Kel, voice all grown up and assured.
Snort.
"Oh don't pull that face at me, young man! Look at me. Now all we have to do is to make sure that man goes away, quickly check the window if you know that man, I do not. So see if you do, if we know his character we may be able to use that against him," Kel directed Joren.
Joren stalked over to the window and glanced outside. He gasped at as he recognized the man.
"Who is it Joren. Do you know him? Tell me!" demanded Kel.
Face pale, hand clammy, Joren choked out, "That man is. . ."
"Yes?"
"That man is my father."
End Chapter Five
Please R/R
Hope you like it.
Chapter Five
Kel's POV
The door slowly opened.
But stopped half way.
"Kel? Is it all right if I come in?" called Neal's voice coming from Neal's body surprisingly enough.
"Um, Neal please don't come in yet, I'm. . . um, getting changed!" Kel hurriedly spoke fearing for the worst, which come to think of it was pretty awful.
"Oh, so you don't mind if I come in?" Neal asked, obviously not seeing any thing wrong with that and showing that stupidity runs strong in his veins.
"No! Just get out! I'll see you later!" Kel yelled him, standing up as she pushed Joren's grasping lecherous hands off her body and stalked over to the door shutting it quickly, ignoring Neal's cry of pain.
"What the hell are we going to do?" she hissed at him not wanting to be over heard.
"I have no idea!" Joren was clearly at his wits as she was.
"Just great this is just great! This is all your fault you know?" Kel accused him and rightly so.
"How is my fault!" he answered back clearly surprised and angry that she would dare accuse him.
"You are the one with the idea of coming to my room in a box, naked!" she retorted jerking her gaze from Joren for a brief moment to look at the crumpled striped wrapping paper, flattened box and untied ribbon before returning to glare at him once more.
"Only because I love you!" Joren replied, eyes looking up at her beseechingly.
Kel merely rose an eyebrow at him in disbelief and snorted. "Joren, Joren, Joren," she admonished slowly waving a finger in front of his face a small smile on her face, pulling back abruptly when Joren made a move to bite her finger. "You don't really think I would fall for that? You would have to be some kind of moron to think that I would believe that, however you may think I am NOT stupid," she sharply turned around, face turning away from him not seeing the shift of emotions crossing his face.
"Now get out of my room," the words were deceptively bland.
"How, oh Mistress of Cleverness?" he asked standing up, banishing his emotions. . . or at least putting them out of view.
Kel turned around smiling brightly, "Out the window of course!"
That had not been the answer he had been expecting, "The window? Are you mad? What am I saying of course you are!" Joren had stepped back in shock at her words.
"Got any other ideas then, Joren? Because I do not see many other ways that you can leave my room with both our reputations untarnished!" Kel retorted back, smug in her mind that her idea was the best and the most plausible (or it could be she just wanted Joren to fall to his death, either one could be true).
"Fine! But if I die this is all your fault!" Joren hastily (and stupidly) agreed to jump out of a narrow window to the harsh and unforgiving cobblestones below her window.
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Just do it Joren! Or are too afraid to do it? I mean it's not that far," Kel taunted Joren, urging him to make the jump.
"No, I'm not! In fact I'm going to jump right now!" Joren snapped back.
He walked over to the window, his hand reaching for the shutters latch, he unlocked the metal latch and he pulled back the wooden shutters peering outside wary if anybody was in the range of vision to witness his spectacular jump to the ground. Luckily there was not a soul in sight.
As he prepared to jump a voice halted in his tracks, "Wait! Joren you really are the biggest idiot in the entire universe," Kel wearily sighed and ran her hand through her hair, "You will hurt yourself if you jump on to the ground from this height, you need to put some padding on where you are going to land."
"That may seem like a good idea, and it does have merits. But what are people going to think when you start throwing padding out of your window. I do not know about you but doing that is rather unusual behavior. People will wonder if you have gone mad. If they haven't already of course," Joren smirked at this, "So now, Mistress of Cleverness. . . what are we to do?"
Kel looked at him for a moment, her eyes blank, her face expressionless and her body posture not betraying her thought.
And then she smiled.
"Okay no padding for you. Since you seem so interested in blocking any suggestions that I give then you shall do this on your own. I am sure it will be no problem for you to jump out of the window and remain uninjured." She grinned noticing his hesitation, "Go Joren, jump!"
He once again prepared to jump, but paused. Something out of the corner of his eye niggled his attention. He turned slightly. Someone was entering the courtyard! A man!
He leaped back away from the window. Leaping right back in to Kel's wardrobe.
"Ooowww!" he cried out, wincing slightly and rubbing his lower back with a gentle hand careful of his injuries.
"What's the matter? Why did you jump back like that" Kel demanded, gazing at him a puzzled expression on her face.
"There was someone coming, I jumped back when I saw them coming," Joren answered, "So what now?"
Kel put her finger to her lips and made shushing motions.
Kel crouched, leaning over she slinked to the window, mindful of not being seen from the outside, and she quickly peeked from the window frame before roughly jerking her head away from the window.
"What do you think you are doing? Act normal or people will suspect something. Moron!" Joren hissed at her rolling his eyes as he did.
"It's a man!" Kel wailed, completely ignoring him and his words.
"I can not believe this! Are the Gods out to get me for some trivial matter? Or are the Fates conspiring for my fall into doooomm!" Joren dramatically whispered in hushed tones.
SLAP
"Snap out of it, man! We can find a way to get you out of here! We can! We can! We just need to find a way to get rid of that man. It should not be that difficult," said Kel, voice all grown up and assured.
Snort.
"Oh don't pull that face at me, young man! Look at me. Now all we have to do is to make sure that man goes away, quickly check the window if you know that man, I do not. So see if you do, if we know his character we may be able to use that against him," Kel directed Joren.
Joren stalked over to the window and glanced outside. He gasped at as he recognized the man.
"Who is it Joren. Do you know him? Tell me!" demanded Kel.
Face pale, hand clammy, Joren choked out, "That man is. . ."
"Yes?"
"That man is my father."
End Chapter Five
Please R/R
Hope you like it.