What Comes Up, Must Come Down, Chapter Nine
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"Daisy!" David yelled. "Oh, geez," Daisy muttered and turned around.
"Hey, David," she said curtly.
"Daisy, you do know how much I love you, right?" David asked, giving her a 'sweet' smile.
"What do you want, Ruxton?" Daisy asked coldly.
"I need you to tell Peter that I was with you this morning, say around, nine A.M."
"But you weren't with me this morning around nine A.M.," Daisy pointed out.
"Oh I know that. And you, obviously, know that, but Peter doesn't need to know that. What he doesn't know can't hurt him!"
David shot up when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. "David! My man! Just the kid I was looking for," Peter said, smiling.
"Oh, no, he's happy," David moaned.
"I sat on my motorcycle today, David. And you want to know something funny?" Peter asked him.
"Um, not...Not really," David said meekly.
"Oh, I think you do, David. You see, apparently, there was honey on my seat. Honey! Can you believe that? And, to top it all off, there were bees. All over. Now, David, I'm deathly allergic to bees. Can you think of someone who would do such a horrific thing?"
"N-no, I really can't, Peter. I'll get back to you," David tried to pull away. "David, I think you do."
"No, see, because I was with Daisy at nine A.M. this morning...Not that that was the time this mean, mean prank was executed," David said, giving Daisy a pleading look.
"I heard your conversation, smart one. And here I thought the fourteen- year-old was the only one putting honey on my seat," Peter laughed, "stupid me. You're getting rusty, David, without your partner in crime. A faithful student informed me that he saw you."
Just then, Ezra walked by.
"Oh, hey David! Nice day, isn't it?" He said innocently, grinning under his mop of dark hair.
David scowled and followed Peter.
When Kristin woke up the next morning, sun was already streaming through the windows. She heard laughter from downstairs and a knock at her door. "Kristin?" It was Scott.
"Come in," she called, standing up and stretching. "Hey. My dad and your mom want us downstairs. Oh, and, um...Kyle is here," Scott said.
"Oh, great! Maybe this will be a true father figure," Kristin remarked, grinning. "Be nice, kid. He seems cool. Give him a chance."
Kristin raised an eyebrow. "Scott, does your dad have any honey?"
They walked downstairs and in the dining room, seated around the large table, was Martin, Lynn and Kyle.
"Kristin! Nice of you to join us," Lynn exclaimed. "Only for the best, mommy," Kristin remarked, trying not to laugh. Scott gave her a suspicious look and shook his head. She ignored him.
Scott quickly tried to take the empty seat next to Kyle but Kristin beat him to it and stomped on his foot. "I'd like to spend time with my future stepfather, Scott," Kristin said sweetly.
"How'd you find out?" Lynn asked, also suspicious. "My dear, dear cousin, Scott. You know, the one that dad kind of separated us. Turns out that Scott saw dad rough me up a little-" Kristin started but Lynn interrupted her.
"Hey, Kyle, why don't you pass the eggs?" Kyle gave Kristin a weird look and, without looking at Lynn, passed her the bowl of scrambled eggs.
"So what's that school that you and Scott go to, Kristin?" Kyle asked.
Kristin took a bite of toast and swallowed quickly. "Oh, it's this great school for dysfunctional kids up in Canada. It's called Mount Horizon. Great place, right Scott?"
"Err...Yeah. Great," Scott asked, shooting a look at Kristin that clearly told her to cool it.
"We have all sorts of great memories there. We let out our emotions. My parents-oops, you didn't know that did you, Kyle? Yeah, I was adopted by Sophie and Peter. Anyway, my parents work there, too."
"Kristin!" Lynn exclaimed. "Those people are NOT your parents!"
Kristin quickly dropped her innocent act and glared at Lynn. "And I suppose YOU are, right, Lynn?"
The table grew quiet. "Eh, you know, Kristin, I have a brother your age. He's coming over later. He said he'd like to meet his future...Ehh," Kyle was clearly confused as to whether or not Kristin was Lynn's legal daughter.
"His step-niece," Lynn finished. "Very nice boy. His name is Michael. He's fifteen."
"Hey, maybe Elaine would like him-"
"Scott!" Lynn and Martin screamed at the same time. "What?" Scott asked.
While Lynn, Martin and Kyle cleaned up, Scott and Kristin sat on the front patio.
"You know, parents suck," Scott muttered. "Yeah, I kind of gathered that. Do you really think that she's stupid enough to think that he won't eventually find out? I mean, about...About Steven, and me, and d-and him? She can't be that stupid. I mean, she can't have given Steven up for adoption. She doesn't even think he did those things."
"Kristin-" Scott was about to tell her something when Kyle appeared in back of them and cleared his voice. Kristin startled and jumped up.
"Hey, guys. Um, Kristin, will you take a walk with me? I wanna talk to you," Kyle offered.
Kristin looked at Scott. "Go on. I'll tell them," Scott said. She looked at him more earnestly and he realized he had nothing to do with permission. She didn't trust him.
"Go on. It's okay," Scott told her, nodding. "You'll be okay."
They set off.
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"Daisy!" David yelled. "Oh, geez," Daisy muttered and turned around.
"Hey, David," she said curtly.
"Daisy, you do know how much I love you, right?" David asked, giving her a 'sweet' smile.
"What do you want, Ruxton?" Daisy asked coldly.
"I need you to tell Peter that I was with you this morning, say around, nine A.M."
"But you weren't with me this morning around nine A.M.," Daisy pointed out.
"Oh I know that. And you, obviously, know that, but Peter doesn't need to know that. What he doesn't know can't hurt him!"
David shot up when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. "David! My man! Just the kid I was looking for," Peter said, smiling.
"Oh, no, he's happy," David moaned.
"I sat on my motorcycle today, David. And you want to know something funny?" Peter asked him.
"Um, not...Not really," David said meekly.
"Oh, I think you do, David. You see, apparently, there was honey on my seat. Honey! Can you believe that? And, to top it all off, there were bees. All over. Now, David, I'm deathly allergic to bees. Can you think of someone who would do such a horrific thing?"
"N-no, I really can't, Peter. I'll get back to you," David tried to pull away. "David, I think you do."
"No, see, because I was with Daisy at nine A.M. this morning...Not that that was the time this mean, mean prank was executed," David said, giving Daisy a pleading look.
"I heard your conversation, smart one. And here I thought the fourteen- year-old was the only one putting honey on my seat," Peter laughed, "stupid me. You're getting rusty, David, without your partner in crime. A faithful student informed me that he saw you."
Just then, Ezra walked by.
"Oh, hey David! Nice day, isn't it?" He said innocently, grinning under his mop of dark hair.
David scowled and followed Peter.
When Kristin woke up the next morning, sun was already streaming through the windows. She heard laughter from downstairs and a knock at her door. "Kristin?" It was Scott.
"Come in," she called, standing up and stretching. "Hey. My dad and your mom want us downstairs. Oh, and, um...Kyle is here," Scott said.
"Oh, great! Maybe this will be a true father figure," Kristin remarked, grinning. "Be nice, kid. He seems cool. Give him a chance."
Kristin raised an eyebrow. "Scott, does your dad have any honey?"
They walked downstairs and in the dining room, seated around the large table, was Martin, Lynn and Kyle.
"Kristin! Nice of you to join us," Lynn exclaimed. "Only for the best, mommy," Kristin remarked, trying not to laugh. Scott gave her a suspicious look and shook his head. She ignored him.
Scott quickly tried to take the empty seat next to Kyle but Kristin beat him to it and stomped on his foot. "I'd like to spend time with my future stepfather, Scott," Kristin said sweetly.
"How'd you find out?" Lynn asked, also suspicious. "My dear, dear cousin, Scott. You know, the one that dad kind of separated us. Turns out that Scott saw dad rough me up a little-" Kristin started but Lynn interrupted her.
"Hey, Kyle, why don't you pass the eggs?" Kyle gave Kristin a weird look and, without looking at Lynn, passed her the bowl of scrambled eggs.
"So what's that school that you and Scott go to, Kristin?" Kyle asked.
Kristin took a bite of toast and swallowed quickly. "Oh, it's this great school for dysfunctional kids up in Canada. It's called Mount Horizon. Great place, right Scott?"
"Err...Yeah. Great," Scott asked, shooting a look at Kristin that clearly told her to cool it.
"We have all sorts of great memories there. We let out our emotions. My parents-oops, you didn't know that did you, Kyle? Yeah, I was adopted by Sophie and Peter. Anyway, my parents work there, too."
"Kristin!" Lynn exclaimed. "Those people are NOT your parents!"
Kristin quickly dropped her innocent act and glared at Lynn. "And I suppose YOU are, right, Lynn?"
The table grew quiet. "Eh, you know, Kristin, I have a brother your age. He's coming over later. He said he'd like to meet his future...Ehh," Kyle was clearly confused as to whether or not Kristin was Lynn's legal daughter.
"His step-niece," Lynn finished. "Very nice boy. His name is Michael. He's fifteen."
"Hey, maybe Elaine would like him-"
"Scott!" Lynn and Martin screamed at the same time. "What?" Scott asked.
While Lynn, Martin and Kyle cleaned up, Scott and Kristin sat on the front patio.
"You know, parents suck," Scott muttered. "Yeah, I kind of gathered that. Do you really think that she's stupid enough to think that he won't eventually find out? I mean, about...About Steven, and me, and d-and him? She can't be that stupid. I mean, she can't have given Steven up for adoption. She doesn't even think he did those things."
"Kristin-" Scott was about to tell her something when Kyle appeared in back of them and cleared his voice. Kristin startled and jumped up.
"Hey, guys. Um, Kristin, will you take a walk with me? I wanna talk to you," Kyle offered.
Kristin looked at Scott. "Go on. I'll tell them," Scott said. She looked at him more earnestly and he realized he had nothing to do with permission. She didn't trust him.
"Go on. It's okay," Scott told her, nodding. "You'll be okay."
They set off.
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