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A/N – I know you all wanted a fast update because somebody left it at a cliff-hanger (I'm looking at you Sophie!!) but a friend of mine passed away last weekend and I know it's a bad thing to say, but I wasn't that upset, we weren't that close (he was one of my boyfriend's friends who I saw once a month or something). So mostly I didn't update because my boyfriend's been feeling low and I've had to comfort him. But anyway, here's Wendy-
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The room was thick with tension and betrayal; I couldn't help but look at Rory, seeing the tears well up in her eyes, had it hurt her that much? She was forever gallivanting off with Eyeball; she was with him on the kitchen table right now! How could she be upset about me and Ace?
Ace's eyes were wandering between Eyeball and Rory and the entire room, seeming to gather up all the evidence, leaving no surface overlooked. I could see he was about to explode with fury, and would probably aim it at Eyeball.
Serene and unusually still was how I would describe Eyeball at that particular moment. He was now stood slightly behind Rory, (who was still laid on the table) using her as a shield, possibly hoping that somehow Ace would be easier on Rory than he would be on him. Unlikely.
I was still stood in the doorway, wondering why the house couldn't always be this quiet, and praying for a distraction to stop what was about to happen. It was obvious there was going to be a fight, in situations like these there was always a fight, wasn't there?
Ace stepped forward and I knew it was inevitable: Ace would start attacking Eyeball, Eyeball would try to fight back, and fail miserably, because Ace was stronger, you just had to look at his smooth, rippling abs to see that..... Anyway, getting back to the point, I'd watch this happen, speechless and paralyzed and then Rory would go and cry in her room. Ace will go and apologise, I'd start crying realizing he didn't love me, Rory will scream at Ace telling him that she hates him. And Eyeball would still be lying on the floor, getting blood over my mother's polished white tiled floor, and looking like he'd been beaten with the ugly stick. Unless I could change all that.
"Ace, no fighting. I'm sure we can settle this like the mature adult that I am." I gestured, maybe I can stop this from happening, maybe will listen to me because he loves me!
"Shut up, Wendy." Ace spat back, his eye's still shooting daggers at Eyeball.
"Okay." Maybe not. Rory was still looking at me with big eyes, whether she wanted help or she was upset with me, it was unclear, but I had to fix this, I'm involved, it's partially my fault. If I hadn't run downstairs thinking there was a burglar, this wouldn't have happened.
"N-no! It's n-not okay." I stammered, I was arguing with a very pissed off gang leader with a switchblade in his pocket, this was a very bad idea.
But it worked; he stopped and turned towards me, "Excuse me?" Yeah, this was really a bad idea.
I took on a tone that was familiar to this household, the stern mother. "Don't question me! You're not getting blood on my mother's white polished tiled floor! You're going to go and sit in the dining room and think, Eyeball's going to go up to my room and think, me and Rory are going to stay here and talk." I gasped for breath.
"Or you'll do what?" He questioned smugly.
"I'll tell everyone in school that you baby talk in bed." My situation hadn't improved, at least he was listening, but I had just threatened him. He's going to kill me. Help me.
Rory's jaw dropped and she looked at me, her eyes getting disturbingly large, Ace looked shocked that I had stood up to him, and Eyeball, although at an inappropriate time, stifled laughter.
Ace began to walk towards the dining room and after he left, Eyeball picked up his t-shirt and headed for the stairs. Rory slid herself off the table and put her shirt back on.
"Wow, my dorky sister just kicked ass. Sorta." Rory said as she sat down on one of the chairs.
I laughed uncomfortably as I sat down beside her on the next chair. I couldn't think of what to say, and apparently, neither could Rory, we both sat there, staring blankly.
"Are you mad at me?" I managed to ask finally.
She shrugged, "I don't think so, I'm shocked, I mean, you and Ace?"
I nodded, looking down at my hands, not wanting to look her in the face.
"I think I should go talk to him, he deserves to know what's been going on with Eyeball and me." And with that she got up from her chair and walked away, I half expected to hear the front door slam and she Rory running away from it all, but a few minutes passed and I heard voices.
I looked around the kitchen and noticed Rory's shoes in the sink and saw what had made that crash that had worried me, a glass of orange juice had smashed on the floor. And I thought I was the clumsy sister.
I pulled Rory's shoes out of the sink and but them outside the back door in the kitchen, cleaned up the mess on the floor and waited for something to happen.
I should have talked to Eyeball or something, but what was I suppose to say? I can't say anything until I knew how Ace feels, it's possible that I was just a quest to Ace he wanted to conquer, or on the other hand he could really have feelings for me.
I decided to just sit there and think about Ace and his rippling, toned abs..... Heaven.
A/N – I know you all wanted a fast update because somebody left it at a cliff-hanger (I'm looking at you Sophie!!) but a friend of mine passed away last weekend and I know it's a bad thing to say, but I wasn't that upset, we weren't that close (he was one of my boyfriend's friends who I saw once a month or something). So mostly I didn't update because my boyfriend's been feeling low and I've had to comfort him. But anyway, here's Wendy-
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The room was thick with tension and betrayal; I couldn't help but look at Rory, seeing the tears well up in her eyes, had it hurt her that much? She was forever gallivanting off with Eyeball; she was with him on the kitchen table right now! How could she be upset about me and Ace?
Ace's eyes were wandering between Eyeball and Rory and the entire room, seeming to gather up all the evidence, leaving no surface overlooked. I could see he was about to explode with fury, and would probably aim it at Eyeball.
Serene and unusually still was how I would describe Eyeball at that particular moment. He was now stood slightly behind Rory, (who was still laid on the table) using her as a shield, possibly hoping that somehow Ace would be easier on Rory than he would be on him. Unlikely.
I was still stood in the doorway, wondering why the house couldn't always be this quiet, and praying for a distraction to stop what was about to happen. It was obvious there was going to be a fight, in situations like these there was always a fight, wasn't there?
Ace stepped forward and I knew it was inevitable: Ace would start attacking Eyeball, Eyeball would try to fight back, and fail miserably, because Ace was stronger, you just had to look at his smooth, rippling abs to see that..... Anyway, getting back to the point, I'd watch this happen, speechless and paralyzed and then Rory would go and cry in her room. Ace will go and apologise, I'd start crying realizing he didn't love me, Rory will scream at Ace telling him that she hates him. And Eyeball would still be lying on the floor, getting blood over my mother's polished white tiled floor, and looking like he'd been beaten with the ugly stick. Unless I could change all that.
"Ace, no fighting. I'm sure we can settle this like the mature adult that I am." I gestured, maybe I can stop this from happening, maybe will listen to me because he loves me!
"Shut up, Wendy." Ace spat back, his eye's still shooting daggers at Eyeball.
"Okay." Maybe not. Rory was still looking at me with big eyes, whether she wanted help or she was upset with me, it was unclear, but I had to fix this, I'm involved, it's partially my fault. If I hadn't run downstairs thinking there was a burglar, this wouldn't have happened.
"N-no! It's n-not okay." I stammered, I was arguing with a very pissed off gang leader with a switchblade in his pocket, this was a very bad idea.
But it worked; he stopped and turned towards me, "Excuse me?" Yeah, this was really a bad idea.
I took on a tone that was familiar to this household, the stern mother. "Don't question me! You're not getting blood on my mother's white polished tiled floor! You're going to go and sit in the dining room and think, Eyeball's going to go up to my room and think, me and Rory are going to stay here and talk." I gasped for breath.
"Or you'll do what?" He questioned smugly.
"I'll tell everyone in school that you baby talk in bed." My situation hadn't improved, at least he was listening, but I had just threatened him. He's going to kill me. Help me.
Rory's jaw dropped and she looked at me, her eyes getting disturbingly large, Ace looked shocked that I had stood up to him, and Eyeball, although at an inappropriate time, stifled laughter.
Ace began to walk towards the dining room and after he left, Eyeball picked up his t-shirt and headed for the stairs. Rory slid herself off the table and put her shirt back on.
"Wow, my dorky sister just kicked ass. Sorta." Rory said as she sat down on one of the chairs.
I laughed uncomfortably as I sat down beside her on the next chair. I couldn't think of what to say, and apparently, neither could Rory, we both sat there, staring blankly.
"Are you mad at me?" I managed to ask finally.
She shrugged, "I don't think so, I'm shocked, I mean, you and Ace?"
I nodded, looking down at my hands, not wanting to look her in the face.
"I think I should go talk to him, he deserves to know what's been going on with Eyeball and me." And with that she got up from her chair and walked away, I half expected to hear the front door slam and she Rory running away from it all, but a few minutes passed and I heard voices.
I looked around the kitchen and noticed Rory's shoes in the sink and saw what had made that crash that had worried me, a glass of orange juice had smashed on the floor. And I thought I was the clumsy sister.
I pulled Rory's shoes out of the sink and but them outside the back door in the kitchen, cleaned up the mess on the floor and waited for something to happen.
I should have talked to Eyeball or something, but what was I suppose to say? I can't say anything until I knew how Ace feels, it's possible that I was just a quest to Ace he wanted to conquer, or on the other hand he could really have feelings for me.
I decided to just sit there and think about Ace and his rippling, toned abs..... Heaven.
