Cheaters: Chapter 7

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NOTES: Thank yous to any and all who reviewed! Sorry this took so long, but I've had so much else to do. (grumbledamngeometryhomeworkgrumble) So.

To Liz: Yes! A Love-rectangle! …lol. Anyway, yes, you may put this on your C2. And, also, any other Charlie Bone fics of mine you see fit to be there. But keep in mind, I've only got like, five and this is my last one for fanfiction net.

ANOTHER NOTE: When this story is complete, I think…three more chapters, I'll be completely moved to my other site. I'm also revamping that was killing him.

Damnit.

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"Manfred…" A knock. "Manfred, will you wake up?"

Manfred quietly pulled the covers over his head and waited, glaring into the blanket.

"Manfred…oh, alright. Just…happy birthday. Cook made you a special breakfast. If you'd quit pouting and join us for once." Heavy footsteps sounded away from the door and faded.

Manfred kicked off the covers. "What's the point of getting up?" he muttered to himself as he dressed and trudged down the stairs. To his gwas killing him.

Damnit.

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"Manfred…" A knock. "Manfred, will you wake up?"

Manfred quietly pulled the covers over his head and waited, glaring into the blanket.

"Manfred…oh, alright. Just…happy birthday. Cook made you a special breakfast. If you'd quit pouting and join us for once." Heavy footsteps sounded away from the door and faded.

Manfred kicked off the covers. "What's the point of getting up?" he muttered to himself as he dressed and trudged down the stairs. To his great surprise, his mother was sitting at the table, looking pale and ..almost happy. She gave a faint smile when he walked in.

He returned it with one just as faint. A stack of flapjacks was set before him. He stared at them. "Thanks."

Cook was impressed. "You're very welcome, Manfred." She trotted off to the kitchens and the Bloors were left to their breakfast.

"Seventeen years. It only seems like yesterday I was holding you in my arms…only a darling baby…" Dorothy Bloor stared fondly at the remains of her pancakes, reminiscing.

"Which reminds me. Since you'll be attending St. Peregrine's next year, and as the place is quite a distance off…" Dr. Bloor set his napkin on the table and stood up. He strode to the doors; Mrs. Bloor followed and whispered, "Come."

They stopped before a door. "Now, mind you," Dr. Bloor began, "You probably won't be receiving many gifts after this…" Mrs. Bloor tapped his shoulder and he cleared his throat.

Dr. Bloor pushed open the door, and Manfred, feeling apprehensive, followed his parents out to the back driveway which led to a country road.

He stopped.

In the lane sat the most beautiful machine he'd ever seen. Sleek and shiny, full of promise, it sat there, waiting, black plating boasting a sparkling finish. For a while, Manfred couldn't find his tongue.

He choked on his breath, coughed.

"Wow. You sure you got the right driveway?"

Mrs. Bloor smiled. "Quite sure. But remember…"

"I know, I'm paying insurance." He stood there, facing them, not sure what to do. It had been years since he'd last hugged his mother…who could remember if he'd ever hugged his father? Well, maybe a slight bend wouldn't hurt.

Dorothy's eyes popped wide open. A warm smile lit her face. "You're welcome." Dr. Bloor tried to smile…

"Just be careful."

"I will."

"We'll leave you two alone…" Mrs. Bloor grasped her husband's arm and led him back into the Academy.

Manfred dared not touch the exterior, but his fingers strayed to the welcoming silver handle. Suppressing an excited smile, he opened the door and sat down. Inhaling the scent of the brand-new dark red leather interior was exhilarating.

"Oh, wow." His father had more than likely ruptured his wallet for this beauty… the demonic device was luring him in. The keys were already in the ignition.

No. His hand stopped, halfway to the dangling, entrancing key. Not today. He couldn't.

I need to formulate first.

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End Chapter.

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MUAHAHAHA. I want a car. Or at least a motorbike. Jeebles cripes alive. So…What are ye thinking? That there purple button is yer friend. Yes, thank ye.

Jeez… no more Pirates of the Caribbean for me…