Make Me Feel

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Notes: Okay, I couldn't update yesterday, I was gone most of the day shopping for school clothes (I went to Hot Topic and rocked my own world) and when I finally got home my mom wouldn't let me use the computer long enough to even start a chapter. Anyway, thank you Psyche 'pallasathena' Scyon, Pirate Goddess, DocOcksGirl31, anacsadder, Agent Silver, Moon Avenger, Goldbryn Callow Lyte, Seta Firetail, and slash addict for all reviewing!!

Chapter 25

When it was time to go check on Otto, Zachary and Emily were lying in an exhausted pile of tangled limbs on the floor in front of the television. One thing that the two siblings had never grown to old for was a good tickling match. Neither of the two had ever had a real advantage over the other, Zachary may have always been bigger, but Emily was a lot more bendy, and it had never helped either of them since they were both deathly ticklish.

But both had found out that Zachary had a new advantage in having no feeling in nearly half of his entire left side. At first Emily had thought he would be depressed when they had realized this, but she had found he was fine as long as she could get to other non-stone ticklish areas.

Zachary began detaching himself from his sister and made an effort to stand. Both of the teens were winded and their chests hurt slightly from laughing so hard. (A/N: that's what it was always like with my brother.) While he sat up he looked down at Emily and smiled at her red flushed and slightly tear streaked face. Emily had always been the type that would start crying when she laughed too hard.

The fourteen year old grinned back and brushed some of her fairly long hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. She too began sitting up and looked at her brother as he turned away from her.

Emily had entered a deep pit of teenage depression when her brother had disappeared. It hadn't helped the slightest when her friend Ashton (a girl) had said that he had most likely committed suicide or had been kidnapped and raped. Emily wasn't even sure why she hung out with Ashton, the girl was obsessed with sex crimes and wanted to be a special victims detective like the characters from her favorite show, Law and Order: SVU. Which didn't make any sense when you found out that her parents were rich (not nearly as rich as Emily's family) and owned a horse track.

But Emily was happier than she ever remembered being knowing that not only was her brother home but also dating a man who she had fantasized over for a fair amount a time. Of course she had never mentioned her teenage obsession to her mother knowing that the woman most likely would have burst a blood vessel being so wound up in believing the man had kidnapped and seduced her baby boy.

That was the one thing both Emily and Zachary had always not liked about their mother. She was overly protective. It hadn't even hit her that Zachary was almost eighteen and would graduate and leave for collage soon. To her, a seventeen and fourteen year old was still a baby that had to hold her hand.

It had been their father who had always set their mother straight about things. He would convince her that they were too old for this, that they were old enough for that. He had convinced their mother that Zachary's gothic look was perfectly innocent, when she had been convinced only bad children and devil worshipers dressed like a Goth. The woman still obsessed over her belief that the shirts Emily wore were too tight for a little girl her age. Emily had actually been wearing perfectly normal baby tees; she had to because if she did wear something tight, her mother would find out about her bellybutton being pierced. Something Emily had neglected mentioning for a really good reason.

The girl stood up with the help of the hand offered by her brother, who pulled her to her feet. She paused to straighten her hair and adjust her shirt when she noticed it was riding up and also to make sure her little dragonfly navel ring wasn't showing through the fabric. Last thing she needed was somebody noticing a small bump in the front of her shirt.

Too late.

"What was that poking out of your shirt?"

Emily looked up at her brother's face with a look of a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She noticed his raised eyebrow and glanced around the room as if to check for an unwanted audience.

"You have to promise you won't tell mamma."

He shrugged and nodded.

"Alright."

She nodded back and pulled her shirt up so it was just less than a centimeter above her bellybutton. The little pink crystal dragonfly glinted and sparkled in the light and she held the fabric up just long enough for him to get a good look, and then pulled the shirt down and adjusted it so no bump could be seen.

She looked up at her brother and rolled her eyes at his half sincere half mock look of being impressed. Then the look turned to mock pride and he wiped away a non-existing tear.

"Aww…my baby sister is a preppy alternative. I'm so proud."

She pouted and rolled her eyes. Shoving his shoulder hoping to knock him back (to no avail) she suddenly grinned evilly.

"Don't you have to go check on your sugar daddy?"

She laughed as his jaw dropped and he gawked at her. But she laughed even harder when he started blushing uncontrollably.

"He's not my sugar daddy, he's…my life partner."

He mumbled this while still blushing and she watched him walk from the room with his head ducked down in embarrassment. Preppy little sister 1; gothic big brother 0.

End of Chapter

Yeah, I know this is painfully short. But don't worry, Otto will be ever present in the next chapter. Wow, I can't believe I've been working on this story for so long now. Huh…I started losing interest in the other ones, but I am going to finish them. Eventually. But this one…this has to be my masterpiece! Thank you for reading and please review!!!!

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