And here's chapter ten. Hope you enjoy!
Life Happens chapter ten: One More Good Thing
"So, how are you and Jason doing?" Rhonde called from the bathroom where she was busy fixing her hair.
"Rhonde, how many times must I tell you," Morgana asked, her head popping through the door, "we're just friends." She left and Rhonde followed forgetting she was attached by a cord on the curling rod.
"Then why is he coming over here tonight?" she asked conspicuously.
"He wanted help with his soc home work. We have that big test coming up."
"Morg, here in the city studying isn't always studying," Rhonde said interrupting before Morgana could go on.
"He isn't like that," she defended, hoping she was right. Things-words and their meanings-were different here.
"He's a guy. All guys are like that. You just be careful. And remember," she said returning to the bathroom, "Tomorrow night you're mine."
"I remember, Rhon. I remember. And don't you forget, I grew up in the woods without supervision. I can take care of myself."
"Whatever you say, luv," she said stepping out, finally finished.
"That can get you into trouble," Morgana snapped under her breath sarcastically. Rhonde sighed and smiled, then grabbed her purse.
"You behave tonight. God only knows how much trouble I'm going to get you in tomorrow." She laughed, then kissed the top of Morgana's head, being several inched taller thanks to the heels. "Behave, Morg."
"Take your own advise, my friend." Rhonde left after another short laugh. Ten minutes later, the buzzer went off and Morgana went to the intercom.
"It's Jason," the voice rang out.
"Come on up." She had just enough time to check herself out in the mirror before the knock at the door. She answered it. "Hi. Come on in." He stepped through and looked around. "I'll take your jacket. You can put your books on the table."
"Alright, thanks. How's your day gone?" he asked politely.
"Good. Got most of my work done in class, so no homework. I've had most of the evening to do...absolutely nothing. Well, I had to help Rhonde get ready for her date, but...not hard."
"This is a nice place. Just the two of you?" Jason asked taking in the well used living room.
"Thanks," Morgana nearly chirped. "And yeah, it's just the two of us. Easier to split the cost half and half."
"And your job turned out good?" he asked remembering her filling out an application once in class.
"Yeah, the money's good. Pays the bills." Morgana smiled shyly. She didn't like dealing with American currency. She would rather trade and barter than carry slips of paper and heavy coin. There was a slight tension in the air after that question. She decided to break it. "Well, if anything, we've managed to not kill each other. Yet."
"Ever kill anything, Morgana?" he asked in a joke.
"Only my breakfast, lunch, and super for a number of years," she teased. "Would you like the tour first?"
"Sure. Lead the way," Jason answered, settling from her answer. He really hadn't thought about that, and wasn't given the chance when she took his hand and started leading him around.
"And this is my room. Not big, but more than enough." Morgana commented after showing Jason the rest of the apartment.
"Wow," he said looking at the hides and other native items filling the room. "That's a huge skin."
"Bear. Grizzly. I've had this for ever," she said rubbing her hand over the warm hide. She sat while he looked around. "My first bow and quiver. Father gave it to me. Still use it." He turned and she saw his confusion then laughed. She did, in fact, still use it. His eyes stopped on Ravenhold's bridle. His hand reached out and she caught it before he realized she had left the bed. "That is to be seen, not touched. We should start studying now."
"Okay." He didn't ask questions and they walked out, and back to the kitchen.
They spent a couple hours studying until Jason felt more comfortable with the material. She helped him with second period's homework and when they were done, they spent the next hour talking.
"Wow. It's getting late. I should really get going. I have practice tomorrow," he said starting to get up. "You are coming to the game, right?" His eyes were pleading.
"If you'll go hunting with me sometime," she answered, not letting him win too easily as she followed him to the door.
"It's a deal," he agreed shouldering his books. "See you tomorrow. And thanks." He stood with his free hand on the door knob, door half opened. He leaned down and softly kissed her, then walked out.
Morgana about melted on the spot. He kissed her! Her first kiss! He kissed her! She didn't know what to do. "Shower. Refresh myself. Write a letter to mom and dad." That was it. She cleared their glasses, put her books away and then took a nice, hot shower to quiet her mind. When she got out, she grabbed her not book and pen, and set herself to writing. When the letter was finished, she called to one of the birds outside and attached the letter to its leg. It flew away a moment later. These simple city birds didn't mind flying errands for her in return for fresh bird seed. Nothing to do now, she settled to writing in her journal.
Around eleven, Rhonde came in. "I see you're alone."
"Yeah. He left a while ago. You were wrong," Morgana said passingly.
"Something's different. What happened?" Rhonde asked suspiciously.
"Nothing." Morgana kept writing.
"Whenever something happens you write in that journal," Rhonde stated heading to her room.
"I write in it every night." She followed her into the room laying the journal down in her empty seat.
"Give."
"Fine," she gave in smiling. "He kissed me! He was leaving and he leaned over and kissed me!" She sighed heavy and laid back on the bed.
"Is this your first kiss?" Eyes closed, hand on her forehead, she shook her head yes. "Good for you, Morg. Your first kiss, and he's the star football player." Morgana moaned. "What's wrong?"
"This is too new to me."
"Girlie, it's late. You've had a big day and all. Half day tomorrow. Party tomorrow night. Get some sleep," Rhonde commanded leading her to her room. There, she forced Morgana into bed threw the hide over her and left.
The next day went by quick and soon both were preparing for the night out. "Come on, girl. Night's a wastin'," Rhonde called.
"Right behind ya." The two left and headed to the club, both dressed to party. For once Morgana let Rhonde chose her outfit, and she slightly regretted it. She looked like an under paid street walker.
After an hour or so at one club, they walked to another down the street. They stayed longer at this one, but eventually they got bored of it, too. So they moved to the one across the street. Morgana danced the night away and she and Rhonde consumed several drinks. By the time they had left their fourth club, and Morgana had finished her conversation with a men about his native tattoo, she was extremely wasted.
"Rhonde," she said starting to stagger a little. "I want a tattoo."
"Morg, you should really be sober when you decide on getting a tattoo. And you should defiantly be sober when you decide what you're getting. Trust me on this."
"Why?" she asked, then belched loudly.
"Nice. See?" Rhonde pulled the top of her pants down a little to reveal a small tattoo.
"Who's 'Rick'?"
"You don't want to meet him. It was a mistake. I was drunk when I got it."
"Rhon, I really want one, and I'm not that drunk." And she really wasn't. Her healing factor had kicked in.
"Is this your first time you've had alcohol?"
"Yep."
"And you really want one? Isn't there a law in your tribe about body art?" Rhonde asked trying to change her mind.
"Not to my knowledge." She smiled.
"Do you know how much they cost?"
"Nope." She stared at Morgana.
"You're paying me back someday. Full amount."
"Deal." Then Morgana started jumping up and down.
"Do you know what you want?" She handed Rhonde a napkin.
"I drew it in that one club."
"What is it?" Rhon tried to make sense of it.
"A heart with a ribbon. On the ribbon it says 'Ravenhold'."
"But what's this?" She pointed to something small. "'Earth'?"
"My real name. Earth."
"This is what you want," she commented then led Morgana into Harry's Tattoos.
"Rhonde, good to see you again. How's the tat?"
"Fine. My friend here wants a tattoo. This one her, only nicer." She handed the man the napkin.
"She serious?" Rhon nodded. "She is old enough?"
"I'm nineteen, almost twenty," Morgana answered.
"Where at, missy?" Harry asked.
"Right there." She pointed to a spot just below her pants line.
"That place is awful tender. Are ya sure?" She shook her head. "Alright. Come into the back then, and we'll get started."
When they returned home that night, Rhonde ordered Morgana into pj bottoms and bed. She would lock up and go to bed herself.
End chapter ten, eleven coming. Aren't tattoos fun! I have one!
