A/N: Hey, im writing another chapter. wewt! I'll definetly try to work on my annoying spelling mishaps this time. I thank everyone for their great reviews and advice. Love ya all! -hugs all of you-
This fic is going to be 'way' happier then the last. Hopefully not 'too' happy! I don't like happy angst fics! It just ain't right!
Okay, anyways....
Where we left off last time, that Ay'lah chick had just blown Mr.Crocker up into a heap of ash. Wewt! Don't we all just wish we could do that...-awkward silence-...Ahem!
anyways....I'll go on with the fic:
---....Chapter 2. Heartbeats Of The Rain....---
School ended early today, due to the couple of 'incidents' which occured in the beginning hours of the school day. Ay'lah sighed, bored again as usual, as she made a sandwich and flopped onto the couch, kicking her shoes off. Just then her foster mother entered the room, furious. "You know you aren't supposed to be causing trouble, young lady!" The women growled, glaring cold daggers into the young girls dull eyes. "Or do you want to be sent away again??" She threatened, spitting the words out like venom.
Ay'lah knew she was talking about what had happened at school that day. It seemed like so long ago, when her godparent was almost discovered, when Ay'lah had to think up her having 'telekinesis' in order to keep her deep secret of having a godparent coming out. So ever since then, she transformed Kaylic into a chocker while she had several files to her name under the FBI files. Sworn to secrecy except to those who would either foster or adopt her.
'Those fools.' She would think to herself at times, 'They believe anything that I give them!' this would amuse her, the stupidity of others who the average people would look up to as being 'smart' or 'talented'. They were all the same emotionless assholes in her department.
After a while of thinking, obviously ignoring her foster mother's barking, the mother grew more annoyed, and yelled, "Are you even listening to me!?" There was a pause as Ay'lah looked up over to her. "If im such a screw-up, why did you invite me into your house, ever so kindly?" she whispered, barely audible enough for the older lady to hear.
The woman looked sympatheticly down to her foster child. "Im sorry..Look-I know you can't help what you do sometimes! but this is still 'way' too weird for me to deal with...I left meatloaf in the fridge, the babysitter will be here soon. Need anything?" The lady asked, hoping for forgiveness. "It's okay, I'll just be up in my room.." The young girl said, getting up and shuffling towards the steps with her head bent low.
Ay'lah had her bracelets on her nightstand, as she was observing the different markings she had made in the past on her wrist. Nothing serious, just a few designs she saw here and there she thought were pretty, so she carved them on her. She started covering them when people started asking questions. It annoyed her. She glanced up at the ceiling, flinging her arms back down on the bed in a bored fashion, waited for her the 'torture' to enter the door.
By now she could almost count down before she would enter her room, with that same manical laugh as she would be forced to clean the dishes or something. Even 'that' was boring. Hell, she had been working on a farm before she entered this family. What 'Vicky-Icky' had her do was easy as cake. But of course, she didn't let her know that.
"Three...Two...One-" She muttered, just as she finished saying the last word, the psychopath sadistic babysitter entered, slamming the door open as it sent cracks along the wall that met it. As Ay'lah was snapping, and rolling her bracelets back on, the babysitter laughed manically, as usual, unfolding a list of chores to do. "Okay, Miss.Vicky, what horrible needs have you decided to serve me with tonight?" She asked, her back facing her. She rolled her eyes in sheer boredom of this usual routine she had been met with now, as she turned around to face her 'doom' of the night.
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"Finally! This is great! A friday without my parents leaving, or Vicky babysitting me!" Timmy cheered. His two goldfish threw confetti in the air and cheered, then poofed into two fairy godparents.
"Wow! This is the first time in ages that your parent's aren't going out on a date or something!" Cosmo said, the second he turned into a fairy. "Now you can spend a nice family night with your parents for once!" Wanda added.
"That's right! Let me think up something to do for tonight...-" Timmy was quickly cut off, as his mom and dad entered the room, just at that moment the two fairies poofed back into fish before any of them could notice.
"Sorry! change of plans Timmy!" His mom said, wearing some kind of bright red tango dress...Or whatever you call them. "Looks like we 'aren't' going to be spending family night tonight! I just got two free tickets to the new 'Salsa Malsa Dance Club'!" His dad, upon saying this, did some weird dance move with his mom.
"What?! But what about Vicky? I bet she's already babysitting someone by now!" Timmy yelled, steadily growing more and more disappointed in how this night was turning out to be. "Oh, we just got off the phone with her now! That won't be a problem, We'll drop you off at the house she's babysitting at. The other mom won't mind because I 'also' got off the phone with her!" Timmy's dad said, earning a cold glare from his wife.
"Well...Before your mom decides to do me in, I better remind you to pack up for tonight! Bye! Vicky will pick you up in five minutes!" Timmy's dad added, running off with Timmy's mom out to the car.
"Great...This night is going to stink..." Timmy muttered as he sunk down onto his bed, to the only two things that seemed to care about his feelings in the world.
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Vicky honked the carhorn again, then screamed out the window. "Hurry up twerp! I have to get back in time to see 'Lives of Forgotten' on T.V!"
Ay'lah was in the back, drawing again with a small flashlight. Vicky turned around and glared at her, and her drawing. "Hey! I thought I told you to take notes of all the horrible chores I plan to give to the stupid twerp! Not draw dumb stick figures!" Ay'lah sighed, agitated, wishing she had the guts to tell her off like she wanted to in her mind as she tore the picture out of the notebook, and folded it into her pocket securely. She pet her chocker out of boredom, waiting for whoever it was that seemed to be taking too long. Even though Vicky did arrive a bit early.
The rain had gotten more aggressive as the night neared, it coming down in a thick blanket almost. She could barely see a boy her age walking towards the small beat up car through the rain, holding a fishbowl in one arm and carrying a backpack on his back. When the door opened, she moved over to give the boy some room to sit down.
He looked devastated, and annoyed. 'I could see why...He probably has to put up with her crap all the time.' When the light came on inside the car, she recognized the boy from her class who defended her that day. "I'd like to properly say 'thanks' for what you did back at school..." She said softly, hoping to start a friendly conversation. Vicky wouldn't bother them because she had her headphones on, listening to loud pop music, attempting to hum the tune to the songs, which she failed horribly at.
The boy looked up, it was now easier to see his goldfish he for some reason carried everywhere with him. 'That's odd...Who the heck carries their fish around with them?', she thought, but shrugged it off as the boy introduced himself as Timmy Turner. "You probably already know my name, of course though, people tend to forget it easily...Im Ay'lah McRein." She responded, she took a quick suspicious glance at the fish, who oddly enough seemed to be staring back at her. She again forced herself to shrug that thought away.
"Whoa..That's a cool name!" Timmy responded, then added, "Im glad I don't have to suffer being babysat alone." He glanced down at his two fish, he then looked over at Ay'lah, who had taken her attention to the window, then said quietly enough for only the two fish to hear, "Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought!", who responded by winking at him.
They continued talking about different things until they arrived back at the house where Ay'lah lived at. It was an average size for a house, yet unique, the house was painted a shade of light sea blue with black trimmings. Although it looked quite gothic when compared to this rainstorm at night. Timmy seemed to notice how well Ay'lah seemed to fit into her surroundings in an odd way. He inspected the yard in awe as he noticed a small stream by the side of the house he hadn't noticed until he walked closer to the door. 'This place looks awesome!' He thought to himself. Now if only Vicky wasn't here to ruin the surroundings, then it would look greatly artistic.
"You seem to like the place...My foster mother is a house decorator. She's excellent at it." Ay'lah said, after observing Timmy's reactions. He nodded, as they both entered the house.
"Okay, listen here twerps! You both are going to work as my servents until your parents come to pick you up! Oops, did I say 'servents'? I meant SLAVES! ahaha! ahahaa!" Vicky cackled as she flopped down on the couch, eating a bowl of popcorn. The two children rolled their eyes and walked upstairs. "Hey, do you have a V-cube? I brought some games!" Timmy suggested. Ay'lah nodded, and lead him into her room to play some games on the V-cube.
--2 hours later, not counting Vicky hounding them downstairs to do her favors--
"Ugh! Come on!!" Timmy growled. He was obviously losing in the latest game they'd been playing. "Well, look on the bright side Timmy!" She paused to concentrate on making a special attack, instantly killing Timmy's character. "Atleast you can beat me in sports' games!" She said, trying to comfort Timmy on his tenth K.O. In the Crimson Chin fighting game.
After the winner was announced, Ay'lah reached for another handfull of popcorn, and candy that she wished for earlier when Timmy was downstairs doing Vicky's bidding. She smirked as she watched Timmy angrily pop the game disc out, and put it back in the case.
"Not much of a good loser, are you?" She remarked, rolling a jelly bracelet around on her arm. She stood up, and flipped through a CD disc collection that was on a desk in her room.
"Well, I hope you know where the guestroom is at, if not, it's down the hall at the right." She said, as she pulled her CD player out from a drawer, it was adorned with a variety of decorative stickers she found here and there. "What time is it?" Timmy asked, stiffling a yawn, as he picked up his backpack, packing his games back inside.
"Uhm..It's 8:30, almost time for bed." Ay'lah replied, slipping some anime music into her CD player. "What!? I thought my parents where picking me up 'tonight'!" Timmy yelled, getting back into his 'devastated' mode again.
Ay'lah laughed, shaking her head. "You do know how late clubs go for, right? They go until like, 5am at the latest I know of.." She yawned as she connected the speakers to her CD player, letting music flood quietly into her room.
"Better get some sleep..." She told him, as she slid under the blankets. "Oh, and can you turn off the lights when you get out?" She asked, as Timmy headed off to the guestroom.
This...Was a start for a beautiful friendship.
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A/N: Okay, off to a slow start, I know! But im still building up the character and plot line. Just look on the bright side: Atleast im not 'rushing' through it like I used to with my other idiotic scary fics! -does the happy dance!-
Cosmo: Hah..That last sentence is WAY too Cheesy.
Elly: Shut-tup.
Cosmo: What? It is! and this is coming from a fairy who luuuuvs cheese!
Elly: Ugh...Whatever. Hey look! It's a quarter!
Cosmo: -gasps- Where!? -flies off-
Elly: :)
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