Alright, folks, here's chapter number five of the newest story of the 'Complete' series. This chapter might not make too much sense, but don't make too much of it, please!
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After two days, James, Matthew, and Wesley managed to put the demonic incident out of their minds and focus on more normal things, especially since no other attacks had occurred since then. Moreover, having vanquished that particular demon so quickly, the three brothers had soon forgotten any identifying features, preventing them from looking for it in the Book. Strangely, Matthew had quite forgotten about the demon, eager to move on with his life. He sat in a chair in the living room, his head buried deep into a newspaper. Then he found it, or did it find him? There in the middle of the page lay a small ad for something that could be just what Matthew needed. He memorized the phone number and dashed off to the kitchen, where his brothers sat watching television.
"You realize that only kids watch this show?" Matthew heard James ask Wesley.
"So I'm a kid," Wesley answered, "but it's still a good show. I learn half of my moves from them?"
"The Power Rangers are fake," James said, "and so are their moves. Tell him, Matt."
"What?" Matthew asked, not paying attention to their conversation. "What are you guys talking about?"
"We just said," Wesley said. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Matthew said, turning on his heel and leaving the kitchen. "I just need some air."
"You think he's still upset about his girlfriend?" James asked.
"No," Wesley answered sarcastically, "he's upset because they keep changing the taste of Pepsi."
"That's not what I meant," James said, rolling his eyes.
"I know," Wesley said. "He just needs some time. He's not the first person in the world to break up with his girlfriend."
"I guess you're right," James said.
"Of course I'm right," Wesley said. "While we're on the subject, what's going on with your girlfriend, Pam?"
"Sam," James corrected. "We're cool I guess. She breaks a lot of dates, though. She has a lot of emergency meetings at the power company. I can't figure her out."
"You're not supposed to figure women out," Wesley said. "Let me tell you something about how women work…"
Matthew walked to the backyard and sat on a bench under a large tree, making sure that his brothers were completely out of earshot. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. At the prompt from the automated service, he pushed buttons on the phone for a good ten minutes before he finally reached a real person on the other line.
"Mr. Hart," the other person said, a delightfully airy voiced female. "How can we help you today?"
"Hi," Matthew said timidly, "I'd like to sign up for the next event. It's this weekend, isn't it?"
"Yes," the woman answered as bubbly as she could. "Let me just confirm some things from earlier, okay?"
"Sure," Matthew said.
Another day came and went for the three brothers, and all remained well. With only three days until Christmas, they ironically seemed to see a lot less of each other. Wesley decided to pass the time by engaging in his newest hobby, writing. In his mind, he clearly pictured himself as a great writer, constantly on the move from place to place doing book signings and readings. His eyes virtually flashed dollar signs as he typed nonstop on his computer. Matthew mysteriously disappeared at any given time of the day, waiting for his brothers to not notice him before slipping out of the house. Neither James nor Wesley knew his motivations, but their own preoccupations kept them from wondering.
Now, James sat across from Sam in an exquisite Italian restaurant located in Buckhead, a prominent suburb of Atlanta, having finally gotten her alone for a dinner date. Barring any strange circumstances, this would only be their second date since she cornered him that particular day, practically dragging him into their first dinner. That was weeks ago, though, and now they were entering date number two. Despite that, in an effort to impress, James wore a slightly shining black suit with a royal blue shirt, highlighted with a blue and black striped tie. Sam wore a sleek black dress with a blue brooch that coincidentally complemented James' shirt.
"Nice place," James said, looking around. "For such a nice place, there sure isn't a lot of decoration, though."
"Well," Sam explained, "the minimalist décor is designed to enhance conversation."
"Oh," James said uneasily. "Well, what do you want to talk about?"
"What are you doing for Christmas?" Sam asked, eager to break the ice.
"My brothers and I are spending it at home," James said. "Long story, don't ask."
"Sounds a little homely, don't you think?" she asked. "Anyone else joining you?"
"Maybe later on," James replied. "What about you? What are your plans?"
"I," she hesitated, "don't know. It's kind of complicated."
"Complicated?" James asked. "There's that 'C' word again. What exactly are these 'complications' that always come up with you? Are you hiding something from me?"
"What I'm hiding," Sam answered, "has nothing to do with you. Besides, everyone's got their secrets."
"Two people who are dating shouldn't keep secrets away from each other," James urged. "Unless they're aiming to break up."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"It means that I can't date someone who doesn't trust me," James said, grabbing Sam's hand and looking into her eyes. "I'd like to keep dating you. I mean, you started it, didn't you?"
"I wish I could tell you what it is that I'm up to," Sam spoke, returning the gaze, "but you just have to trust me when I say that it's not about you, nor does it have anything to do with you. And do you have any secrets you're not telling me?"
"Don't turn it around," James said, smirking. "And no, nothing that's important."
They continued their conversation, reaching a new level in their neo-relationship. The lack of decoration in the restaurant accomplished its part; James and Sam talked for the rest of the night, learning new things about each other along the way. It was a whole new experience for both of them. James usually dated girls who were more or less like himself, while Sam was the same way. During the course of the night, neither bothered to comment on the strange concept of "opposites attract."
