My Muirn Beatha Dan Chapter: Show Me Love
Never even noticed we're suddenly crumbling.
Tell me how you've never felt delicate or innocent.
Do you still have doubts that us having faith makes any sense?
Tell me how nothing ever comes lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses because there's no way to turn around.
----Show Me Love by t.A.T.u.
After Practical Magick, I went home, exhausted from my day. It was my turn to make dinner, so when I went home I threw my junk down in the kitchen and began rummaging around in the cabinets. Not much sounded very good to me, but that was probably because I was still upset about Cal. I finally settled on my special recipe of chilli. I grabbed a pound of ground beef, a small can of beans, a small can of tomatoes and a can of mild green chillies.
Dagda, my grey kitten, came padding down the stairs, probably from my room, at the smell of food cooking. He stood right beside his food dish and meowed loudly. I gave him some kitty food and he purred his appreciation before tucking in to eat his early dinner. Sighing, I got to work making my family's dinner. The phone rang and I answered it quickly, before thinking that it might be Cal calling me.
"Hello? Morgan?" I was relieved to hear my Aunt Eileen's voice and not Cal's. "Hi, sweetie. Paula and I were wondering if you and Mary K. can help us move into our new home this weekend, maybe."
"That sounds great, Aunt Eileen. I'll see you then, okay?" My Aunt Eileen and her girlfriend, Paula, had just bought a house (using my mom as their real estate agent) and planned to move in together. "How are things going with you and Paula, anyway?"
"Things are great, actually," she replied happily. I was glad that my aunt was finally happy. "Listen, Morgan, honey, I have to go now, alright? Paula just got back from work and we're going to go out for dinner tonight to celebrate our new house. I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye, sweetheart."
I hung up after promising that Mary K. and I would come over that weekend to help move. I heard a car door slam outside, then the front door open and my mom entered the house with Mary K. I plastered on a smile and went into the living room. My mom looked upset.
"Morgan, what on earth happened to your car?" she asked, her face pale. Oh, no, I thought. I forgot to tell them about my car. "The hood is all smashed in. Were you in another accident?"
I grabbed at the excuse; what else could I do? "Yeah, mom, I was in another accident. I, uh, was really upset about breaking up with Cal over the weekend, and I, uh, ran into a...telephone pole. Yeah, that's it. I ran into a telephone pole."
"Were you hurt?" she asked, and crossed the living room to the kitchen doorway where I was standing to make sure that I wasn't hurt. Of course I wasn't hurt. Robbie was the one that had run Das Boot into Cal's pool house to get me out when Cal had set it on fire with me in it. If anyone were physically hurt from the "accident" it would be Robbie.
"No, mom, I'm fine." That was the understatement of the year. Of course I wasn't fine. I had nearly died in a fire that my boyfriend---ex- boyfriend, I reminded myself---had set, trying to kill me. I wouldn't say that I was feeling very okay.
"Did you say that you broke up with Cal over the weekend?" Was that relief in her voice? I didn't doubt it. She'd never had to worry about something like Bakker and Mary K. happening to me because boys had never really been attracted to me, and then suddenly, I got a boyfriend and then she'd had to worry about me.
"Yes, Mom, I have broken up with Cal, and now I am officially single," I declared, and a potential smile tugged at the corners of my mom's mouth. I smiled back, not a real smile, though. It was too soon to smile for real yet.
"Except for Hunter," Mary K. called as she walked up the stairs. Mom visually paled and I blushed, actually blushed. Why was I blushing over Hunter?
"Hunter?" my mom asked.
"Mary Kathleen doesn't know what she's talking about," I said loudly enough for my sister to hear me. "Mom, I assure you, there is nothing between Hunter and me." Another understatement. I wouldn't exactly call it romance, whatever was between us, but I could feel the magick crackling between us when we were near.
"Hunter and I," she automatically corrected. I waved a hand in the air, dismissing the correction and went back into the kitchen to make dinner.
As I was just finishing dinner the phone rang. My witch senses tingled. Hunter. Before I could grab the phone, however, my mom picked it up. Oh, great. That's just what I needed: Mom picks up the phone, realizes that it's Hunter calling for me and to get suspicious of the "something" between us, and then she'd probably lecture me.
"Morgan, it's for you," came my mother's voice from the living room. She entered the kitchen with the portable phone in her hand, the look on her face unmistakable: suspicion. I laughed nervously and reached for the phone. "It's Hunter."
Choking back my "I know," I mumbled that I would take it upstairs and made a made dash for my room with the phone in my hand. Only when I was in my room behind a closed door did I answer.
"Hi, Hunter," I said, slightly out of breath from running up our flight of stairs. "What do you want?" It came out ruder than I had intended, and I winced, expecting Hunter to yell at me or something.
"Hello, Morgan," Hunter replied. I pictured him nodding his head curtly. "I need to talk to about something."
I rolled my eyes. "Obviously, or you wouldn't be calling me, now would you? How did you get my number, anyway?"
"Bree gave it to me." Despite the rebuilding of our relationship, I was tempted to ask, "Did you have to sleep with her for it?" Bree had gone to bed with Cal before he asked me out. I'd found out just before our break- up; Cal admitted it to me. "Anyway, Morgan, I was wondering, how would you feel if I took over Cirrus?"
Author's Note: Please, please review! I like it when I get lots of reviews; it makes me want to write more of the story because people like it. Thanks to all who have reviewed previously, you know who you are. I'll list your names in the next chapter, okay? I promise. Anyway, just for a quick note, the song lyrics that I put at the beginning of all the chapters (and name the chapters after) will not always have something to do with the story, okay? For example, this song, Show Me Love by t.A.T.u. doesn't have much to do with the story so far, I just like it. Okay, okay, now I will shut up so you can review.
Tell me how you've never felt delicate or innocent.
Do you still have doubts that us having faith makes any sense?
Tell me how nothing ever comes lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses because there's no way to turn around.
----Show Me Love by t.A.T.u.
After Practical Magick, I went home, exhausted from my day. It was my turn to make dinner, so when I went home I threw my junk down in the kitchen and began rummaging around in the cabinets. Not much sounded very good to me, but that was probably because I was still upset about Cal. I finally settled on my special recipe of chilli. I grabbed a pound of ground beef, a small can of beans, a small can of tomatoes and a can of mild green chillies.
Dagda, my grey kitten, came padding down the stairs, probably from my room, at the smell of food cooking. He stood right beside his food dish and meowed loudly. I gave him some kitty food and he purred his appreciation before tucking in to eat his early dinner. Sighing, I got to work making my family's dinner. The phone rang and I answered it quickly, before thinking that it might be Cal calling me.
"Hello? Morgan?" I was relieved to hear my Aunt Eileen's voice and not Cal's. "Hi, sweetie. Paula and I were wondering if you and Mary K. can help us move into our new home this weekend, maybe."
"That sounds great, Aunt Eileen. I'll see you then, okay?" My Aunt Eileen and her girlfriend, Paula, had just bought a house (using my mom as their real estate agent) and planned to move in together. "How are things going with you and Paula, anyway?"
"Things are great, actually," she replied happily. I was glad that my aunt was finally happy. "Listen, Morgan, honey, I have to go now, alright? Paula just got back from work and we're going to go out for dinner tonight to celebrate our new house. I'll talk to you later, okay? Bye, sweetheart."
I hung up after promising that Mary K. and I would come over that weekend to help move. I heard a car door slam outside, then the front door open and my mom entered the house with Mary K. I plastered on a smile and went into the living room. My mom looked upset.
"Morgan, what on earth happened to your car?" she asked, her face pale. Oh, no, I thought. I forgot to tell them about my car. "The hood is all smashed in. Were you in another accident?"
I grabbed at the excuse; what else could I do? "Yeah, mom, I was in another accident. I, uh, was really upset about breaking up with Cal over the weekend, and I, uh, ran into a...telephone pole. Yeah, that's it. I ran into a telephone pole."
"Were you hurt?" she asked, and crossed the living room to the kitchen doorway where I was standing to make sure that I wasn't hurt. Of course I wasn't hurt. Robbie was the one that had run Das Boot into Cal's pool house to get me out when Cal had set it on fire with me in it. If anyone were physically hurt from the "accident" it would be Robbie.
"No, mom, I'm fine." That was the understatement of the year. Of course I wasn't fine. I had nearly died in a fire that my boyfriend---ex- boyfriend, I reminded myself---had set, trying to kill me. I wouldn't say that I was feeling very okay.
"Did you say that you broke up with Cal over the weekend?" Was that relief in her voice? I didn't doubt it. She'd never had to worry about something like Bakker and Mary K. happening to me because boys had never really been attracted to me, and then suddenly, I got a boyfriend and then she'd had to worry about me.
"Yes, Mom, I have broken up with Cal, and now I am officially single," I declared, and a potential smile tugged at the corners of my mom's mouth. I smiled back, not a real smile, though. It was too soon to smile for real yet.
"Except for Hunter," Mary K. called as she walked up the stairs. Mom visually paled and I blushed, actually blushed. Why was I blushing over Hunter?
"Hunter?" my mom asked.
"Mary Kathleen doesn't know what she's talking about," I said loudly enough for my sister to hear me. "Mom, I assure you, there is nothing between Hunter and me." Another understatement. I wouldn't exactly call it romance, whatever was between us, but I could feel the magick crackling between us when we were near.
"Hunter and I," she automatically corrected. I waved a hand in the air, dismissing the correction and went back into the kitchen to make dinner.
As I was just finishing dinner the phone rang. My witch senses tingled. Hunter. Before I could grab the phone, however, my mom picked it up. Oh, great. That's just what I needed: Mom picks up the phone, realizes that it's Hunter calling for me and to get suspicious of the "something" between us, and then she'd probably lecture me.
"Morgan, it's for you," came my mother's voice from the living room. She entered the kitchen with the portable phone in her hand, the look on her face unmistakable: suspicion. I laughed nervously and reached for the phone. "It's Hunter."
Choking back my "I know," I mumbled that I would take it upstairs and made a made dash for my room with the phone in my hand. Only when I was in my room behind a closed door did I answer.
"Hi, Hunter," I said, slightly out of breath from running up our flight of stairs. "What do you want?" It came out ruder than I had intended, and I winced, expecting Hunter to yell at me or something.
"Hello, Morgan," Hunter replied. I pictured him nodding his head curtly. "I need to talk to about something."
I rolled my eyes. "Obviously, or you wouldn't be calling me, now would you? How did you get my number, anyway?"
"Bree gave it to me." Despite the rebuilding of our relationship, I was tempted to ask, "Did you have to sleep with her for it?" Bree had gone to bed with Cal before he asked me out. I'd found out just before our break- up; Cal admitted it to me. "Anyway, Morgan, I was wondering, how would you feel if I took over Cirrus?"
Author's Note: Please, please review! I like it when I get lots of reviews; it makes me want to write more of the story because people like it. Thanks to all who have reviewed previously, you know who you are. I'll list your names in the next chapter, okay? I promise. Anyway, just for a quick note, the song lyrics that I put at the beginning of all the chapters (and name the chapters after) will not always have something to do with the story, okay? For example, this song, Show Me Love by t.A.T.u. doesn't have much to do with the story so far, I just like it. Okay, okay, now I will shut up so you can review.