Does jealousy run strongly in this family or something? Morgan wondered to
herself.
"Cal, whatever you saw was obviously not the truth of the situation, so maybe you should calm down," Morgan sighed.
"Oh, yes, there are so very many reasons that you could have your tongue down his throat," Cal replied harshly. "I thought we were getting together, Morgan."
"Okay, I never said that we were together and I did not have my tongue down his throat," Morgan replied.
Cal glared, "Your father won't be too happy either, when I tell him."
"What, you have reports on me?! This is not really any of his business, or yours either," Morgan answered caustically. "Maybe it's time for you to leave, I'm not much in the mood for a picnic."
Cal took a deep breath, "Look, Morgan, I'm sorry I lost my temper. You know how it is between Hunter and I. It hurt me a lot to see that, because it reminded me of your relationship with him, which I will never understand. We're so different, it made me wonder if I was your type at all."
Morgan calmed down, "I'm sorry too. I should have kept my calm instead of biting back, even though you did accuse me and get entirely overpossesive."
Cal looked at her oddly, "Was that an apology?"
Morgan smiled slightly, "I always meant to work on that."
Cal grinned, "So, we were packing a picnic?"
Morgan smiled back, "How about we buy stuff on the way back, it's getting late and I don't want to run into my parents if they come back unexpectedly."
Cal shrugged, "Not a problem for me."
Morgan and Cal climbed into her car. She started the car and pulled out in the direction of town. At a stop light she glanced at him, curiously asking, "When are you going back to school?"
Cal returned her stare, "I suppose I'll start next week. It's really all about pretenses, as Calculus has no practical bearing in my life. That, and of course, you're going to be there."
Morgan smiled at the compliment, the light turning green unnoticed until the blare of an impatient horn brought her attention to it. She slowly accelerated, musing over the afternoons festivities. Hunter had a terrible knack for interrupting her plans, yet she could not acquiesce to her father's plan for his removal. It was sick and disturbing, but she was beginning to enjoy his intrusions. She would, of course, not say as much to Cal, who was already upset enough about the situation involving his kin.
Maybe they could be friends? Morgan silently mused, laughing at the idea as she recalled the volatile circumstances they were met by whenever in contact as well as there opposing positions in the field of Wicca. So alike, yet completely different, if that made any sense.
"Cal, whatever you saw was obviously not the truth of the situation, so maybe you should calm down," Morgan sighed.
"Oh, yes, there are so very many reasons that you could have your tongue down his throat," Cal replied harshly. "I thought we were getting together, Morgan."
"Okay, I never said that we were together and I did not have my tongue down his throat," Morgan replied.
Cal glared, "Your father won't be too happy either, when I tell him."
"What, you have reports on me?! This is not really any of his business, or yours either," Morgan answered caustically. "Maybe it's time for you to leave, I'm not much in the mood for a picnic."
Cal took a deep breath, "Look, Morgan, I'm sorry I lost my temper. You know how it is between Hunter and I. It hurt me a lot to see that, because it reminded me of your relationship with him, which I will never understand. We're so different, it made me wonder if I was your type at all."
Morgan calmed down, "I'm sorry too. I should have kept my calm instead of biting back, even though you did accuse me and get entirely overpossesive."
Cal looked at her oddly, "Was that an apology?"
Morgan smiled slightly, "I always meant to work on that."
Cal grinned, "So, we were packing a picnic?"
Morgan smiled back, "How about we buy stuff on the way back, it's getting late and I don't want to run into my parents if they come back unexpectedly."
Cal shrugged, "Not a problem for me."
Morgan and Cal climbed into her car. She started the car and pulled out in the direction of town. At a stop light she glanced at him, curiously asking, "When are you going back to school?"
Cal returned her stare, "I suppose I'll start next week. It's really all about pretenses, as Calculus has no practical bearing in my life. That, and of course, you're going to be there."
Morgan smiled at the compliment, the light turning green unnoticed until the blare of an impatient horn brought her attention to it. She slowly accelerated, musing over the afternoons festivities. Hunter had a terrible knack for interrupting her plans, yet she could not acquiesce to her father's plan for his removal. It was sick and disturbing, but she was beginning to enjoy his intrusions. She would, of course, not say as much to Cal, who was already upset enough about the situation involving his kin.
Maybe they could be friends? Morgan silently mused, laughing at the idea as she recalled the volatile circumstances they were met by whenever in contact as well as there opposing positions in the field of Wicca. So alike, yet completely different, if that made any sense.