A/N: I have up to chapter seven already written, and im partically through
8. From 8 on, I'm going to make them longer. Enjoy!
I don't know how long I was out for, but when I finally came around, I found my face was a huge bruise. I groaned, and let my hand drop.
"Mr. Niall, she's up." I heard Landon call. I was now vaguely aware of my surroundings. I was at Landon's house, on his couch. "How's your face feeling, pastry?"
"Like a giant bruise." I tried to smile as his attempt to cheer me up. Our first date was spent at my job(at the time), on my shift, which was a pastry place. We some how, I acquired the nickname pastry.
"Awesome save, I gotta say Mo. Nice way to stop the ball with your face." I rolled my head slightly the other way, to find Kyrie with an amused smirk on her face, leaning on the back of the couch.
"I told you, you should have stayed home." Dad said, walking into the room, holding a cup of something.
"Don't start dad." Was all I could muster. Landon and Kyrie helped me sit up, while dad tried to hand me the cup. "What is it?"
"It'll help with the bruising." Dad simply replied, setting it on the coffee table. "Best to drink it now, it won't taste to good if you drink it when its cool."
"I'm not drinking it."
"Moira, he's been in there for two hours making that for you." Landon said quietly.
"I don't care. It's one of his magical bloody concoctions." I blinked at dad. He didn't seem too surprised.
"Would you like a ride home Kyrie? I can drop you off on my way." Dad said, his voice neutral.
"Oh, no thanks Mr. N. I'm going to hang around here for a while."
"Moira do you want to go home, or stay here?"
"Where are you going?"
"Dinner plans with Jena." He said, pulling his keys from his pocket and sliding his jacket on. "I'll be back at 9. Call if you go home before then."
"Of course, don't stay with your bloody daughter. She's only got a black and blue face. You always pick..." The door closed. "Her." I finished whispering. Landon sat on the edge on the couch, and rubbed my arm soothingly. Both he and Kyrie knew how much I hated Jena.
"We choose you, Mo." Kyrie muttered quietly.
"I love you two for it, but it's not the same. He's my dad." I mumbled, staring at the door. How could he do that to me?
"Sweetie, maybe you should drink that thing." Kyrie nodded towards the cup that dad had left. Landon nabbed it off the table, and held it out for me.
I shook my head slightly. "I don't want to. I'll deal with the bruises. No more magick in my body. None."
"He used things from my kitchen, Moira. There's nothing magical in my cupboards." I gave in to his cheeky little smile, and blue eyes.
"I hate your eyes." I mumbled, taking the glass from his hands, and carefully downing the gooey liquid. "That's disgusting."
"I wont even tell you what he put in it," Kyrie smirked. I poked at my face a bit, finding the worst spots.
"How bad does it look?" I glanced between my two best friends.
"Oh, you look like a blueberry." Kyrie jumped over the couch, and sat on the other end, facing me.
"Way to sugarcoat it." I rolled my eyes. Kyrie had always been blunt, since the day I met her in seventh grade.
"Sugarcoating is just another way of saying lie. Besides, since when have I ever sugarcoated anything for anyone."
By the time seven o'clock rolled around, Kyrie decided she better get home. Landon ran across the street and picked his brothers up from their neighbors house, then we all settled down and watched a movie. Jory's pick of course, because he was the youngest. Well, that's what he claimed. So for the next hour and a half, the six of us watched an exceptionally dull kids movie. Logan, who was eighteen, a year older than Landon, almost screamed in joy when it finally ended. He looked a lot like Landon. Both had testy blue eyes, that would make a person scared to look at them. They had the same shaped head and nose, with a river of light freckles running along under their eyes. The only real difference is their age and hair. Landon's is...well it's not quite blonde, but not quite brown; a lot like mine. Logan's is almost a creamy chocolate color. Logan was also a lot more..built than my skinny little Landon.
"Landon, help me take them to bed." Logan said finally, looking at his three brothers. Jory, Ian and Gaven were spread out across the living room floor, snoring quietly. Logan easily lifted Ian and Gaven off the floor, and flung them each over a shoulder. Neither of them were really sleeping, I learned, when they started laughing. Soon enough, it was just Landon and I, watching a movie. It was ten o'clock when it finished, and there was still no sign of dad.
"Do you want me to drive you home? I mean, if you want to stay, I wont mind, but I can drive you home if you want to go." Landon said to me. I rested my head on his shoulder and almost started to cry.
"I'll stay. He'll come." I told myself more than Landon.
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I don't know how long I was out for, but when I finally came around, I found my face was a huge bruise. I groaned, and let my hand drop.
"Mr. Niall, she's up." I heard Landon call. I was now vaguely aware of my surroundings. I was at Landon's house, on his couch. "How's your face feeling, pastry?"
"Like a giant bruise." I tried to smile as his attempt to cheer me up. Our first date was spent at my job(at the time), on my shift, which was a pastry place. We some how, I acquired the nickname pastry.
"Awesome save, I gotta say Mo. Nice way to stop the ball with your face." I rolled my head slightly the other way, to find Kyrie with an amused smirk on her face, leaning on the back of the couch.
"I told you, you should have stayed home." Dad said, walking into the room, holding a cup of something.
"Don't start dad." Was all I could muster. Landon and Kyrie helped me sit up, while dad tried to hand me the cup. "What is it?"
"It'll help with the bruising." Dad simply replied, setting it on the coffee table. "Best to drink it now, it won't taste to good if you drink it when its cool."
"I'm not drinking it."
"Moira, he's been in there for two hours making that for you." Landon said quietly.
"I don't care. It's one of his magical bloody concoctions." I blinked at dad. He didn't seem too surprised.
"Would you like a ride home Kyrie? I can drop you off on my way." Dad said, his voice neutral.
"Oh, no thanks Mr. N. I'm going to hang around here for a while."
"Moira do you want to go home, or stay here?"
"Where are you going?"
"Dinner plans with Jena." He said, pulling his keys from his pocket and sliding his jacket on. "I'll be back at 9. Call if you go home before then."
"Of course, don't stay with your bloody daughter. She's only got a black and blue face. You always pick..." The door closed. "Her." I finished whispering. Landon sat on the edge on the couch, and rubbed my arm soothingly. Both he and Kyrie knew how much I hated Jena.
"We choose you, Mo." Kyrie muttered quietly.
"I love you two for it, but it's not the same. He's my dad." I mumbled, staring at the door. How could he do that to me?
"Sweetie, maybe you should drink that thing." Kyrie nodded towards the cup that dad had left. Landon nabbed it off the table, and held it out for me.
I shook my head slightly. "I don't want to. I'll deal with the bruises. No more magick in my body. None."
"He used things from my kitchen, Moira. There's nothing magical in my cupboards." I gave in to his cheeky little smile, and blue eyes.
"I hate your eyes." I mumbled, taking the glass from his hands, and carefully downing the gooey liquid. "That's disgusting."
"I wont even tell you what he put in it," Kyrie smirked. I poked at my face a bit, finding the worst spots.
"How bad does it look?" I glanced between my two best friends.
"Oh, you look like a blueberry." Kyrie jumped over the couch, and sat on the other end, facing me.
"Way to sugarcoat it." I rolled my eyes. Kyrie had always been blunt, since the day I met her in seventh grade.
"Sugarcoating is just another way of saying lie. Besides, since when have I ever sugarcoated anything for anyone."
By the time seven o'clock rolled around, Kyrie decided she better get home. Landon ran across the street and picked his brothers up from their neighbors house, then we all settled down and watched a movie. Jory's pick of course, because he was the youngest. Well, that's what he claimed. So for the next hour and a half, the six of us watched an exceptionally dull kids movie. Logan, who was eighteen, a year older than Landon, almost screamed in joy when it finally ended. He looked a lot like Landon. Both had testy blue eyes, that would make a person scared to look at them. They had the same shaped head and nose, with a river of light freckles running along under their eyes. The only real difference is their age and hair. Landon's is...well it's not quite blonde, but not quite brown; a lot like mine. Logan's is almost a creamy chocolate color. Logan was also a lot more..built than my skinny little Landon.
"Landon, help me take them to bed." Logan said finally, looking at his three brothers. Jory, Ian and Gaven were spread out across the living room floor, snoring quietly. Logan easily lifted Ian and Gaven off the floor, and flung them each over a shoulder. Neither of them were really sleeping, I learned, when they started laughing. Soon enough, it was just Landon and I, watching a movie. It was ten o'clock when it finished, and there was still no sign of dad.
"Do you want me to drive you home? I mean, if you want to stay, I wont mind, but I can drive you home if you want to go." Landon said to me. I rested my head on his shoulder and almost started to cry.
"I'll stay. He'll come." I told myself more than Landon.
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