Ralf Jones: I do too, but I don't think I could get used to writing, 'brown' instead of 'blonde'... I'ma sorry, I can't right really long chapters...
Bra-Two: If it makes you feel any better, I've never seen snow... Hot chocolate... -drool-
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Chapter 10
SPENCER'S POV
I followed Mariam up the stairs a few minutes later, after placing the kettle on the stove.
Quickly changing into a pair of light blue sweat pants and a dark sea-blue T-shirt. I decided to leave my head peice off, it was soaked!
I quickly ran a hand through my hair, allowing my fringe to collapse over my forehead.
I chucked my clothes in the washing basket, listening to Mariam's quiet singing. It's in japanese... I think. I won't question the song, just listen out for it more. I heard the kettle's whistle and bounded down the stepped. Okay maybe not bounded, but i walked down it really fast.
I feel like a cup of tea. I grabbed two mugs out of the pale cream cupboard, both had the picture of a beach with the waves flowing gently onto the shore. One had a crab, the other had a turtle.
Hm... I'm slightly hungry also. I searched the cupboards, chocolate was what I was looking for. Many people wouldn't think so, but I'm addicted to chocolate. Tala says I'm worse than a girl. Oh well. I pulled out a box of my double-choc-chewy-when-heated biscuits, placing them in the microwave on a white patterned plate.
I quickly made the tea, placing both cups on the table, then went to tend to the beeping microwave.
Mariam glided in at that moment, plonking down into a chair.
"I smell chocolate!" She stated, quite loudly.
I nodded and handed her the plate. She smiled broadly and took one, nibbling on it.
"How do you expect to finish it if you eat it at that rate?" I asked as I sat down and took one. Fighting to keep my grin off my face. Chocolate does that to me.
"I want to enjoy it, and I don't want to eat all of them."
"Why?"
"Well, it's not like you have many more packets."
I had to smirk at that, "Actually I do. I happen to have a stash in my room, which is the room you're sleeping in." She smirked.
"Really, now why do you have them there?"
"Just in case." I glanced up at the clock, it was moving onto 3:00pm. Bryan would be home soon.
"So..." She went quiet. Our conversations (though we had only really had a few) were like that, lots of talk, then lots of silence. She spoke up, "So... How are your parents?"
"I wouldn't know." I answered thruthfully.
"Why?"
"I haven't seen them in," Let's see, I'm 17 now, and Boris took me when I was five, "About 13 years." Don't ask why cause I really don't want to tell you, I added silently.
She gaped, "But, why?"
"Tell me again why I go there?!" Thank you Bryan! He stomped in, sat with us, propped his head on his hand and snatched a biscuit. We stared. "What are you two lookin' at?"
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Dinner was of a drama: we had come to the discussion of bit-beast and beyblades and Tala had mentioned what we were taught: Girls can't beyblade. This had resulted in a loud, screaming arguement between our captain and our guest.
So we now have a beybattle planned for tomorrow.
"So... Are you going to ask her out?" Damnit! Now Bryan's annoying me!
I sent him a glare, "I don't know."
"Why? You obviously like her."
Since when did all three of them care so much about my non-exitant love-life? "Because." I refuse to be even the slightest bit helpful! It's my job to lecture them about relationships, not the other way around.
He laid down on the other side of the bed. It was a queen sized one, so we still had a lot of room on it. "Who do you think's gonna win the match tomorrow?" That's a good Bryan, change the subject for me!
I sighed, "I don't know. Right now, I beleive it may be a tie. Only because I've never seen Mariam blade." He nodded.
"Sounds smart." At times I missed our moments like this. We were like brothers, we still are like brothers.
Before we were taken to the abbey our parents had been great friends, resulting in us spending nearly every minute of every day together. We were put in the same room in the abbey and our nights were usually like this one: talk, opinions and questions.
We stared at the ceiling for a while, before I yawned, "Y'know... A person could get bored doing this." We laughed.
Fire: I love ending chapters/stories with laughter...
For the last time, does anyone have an idea???
Please reveiw...
