Title: The Adventures of Sicilya Killingsworth

Author: SK-Darkgoddess

Chapter Four

Rated: PG13-R

Disclaimer: Daughters of the Moon belongs to the very talented Lynn! (I think that's her name. I don't have the book in front of me.)

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After dropping off Spencer, back at home, Sicilya showed Malthus the school, popular hang outs, and everything else. "Man, it's 1:30. You want to get something to eat?" Sicilya asked. No answer. Malthus had been quiet the whole way. "Hey, Malthus, I'm sorry for kissing you, okay? Now, do you want to get something to eat?"

"Do you do that all the time? Kiss someone out of no where?"

"Only if their lucky and I like them," she answered.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm hungry. Let's go to a Chinese or Jap restaurant. I'm craving some sushi," Malthus said, lightening up.

"Great! Sushi it is!" she said with a smile. She grabbed his warm, soft hands. "So are you going to La Brea or are you too old?" Sicilya asked.

"I'm going. Your father is making me pose as an eighteen year old," Malthus explained.

"Oh, how horrible. You should be great full you can look at this sexy body all day," Sicilya joked.

Huh, maybe I should be grateful. Or maybe it's torture since you like to tease.

I do like to tease but maybe I can try to please, she thought as she traced his muscles.

"Oh my god, Sici!" someone yelled behind her. Sicilya turned around for find Mila. "I see you got a new toy," she said looking at Malthus.

"Maybe," Sicilya answered, stretching out the word. "Well, this is Malthus. He's my new next door neighbor. His father is working with mine."

Is she one of us? Malthus asked, privately.

Yes, Sicilya answered.

Well, then I can talk for myself.

Fine.

"Well, actually, I'm in the Inner Circle but Stanton is making me pose as a sixteen year old," Malthus explained. (Didn't you say 18 the first time?)

God, your toy talks! Mila said to Sicilya.

Yeah, I know it's a little annoying. "So, Mila, we were going to Sashees's Sushi Bar. Wanna come?" Sicilya asked.

"No, I've got shopping to do. School starts in two days," Mila explained.

"That's exactly what we're doing after S.S.B.," Sicilya said.

"Bye, Sici. See ya tomorrow."

"Okay, see ya." They air kissed and started to walk their separate ways.

"I'll phone ya!" Mila yelled.

"Kay, Mil!" Sicilya yelled back as she and Malthus walked into S.S.B.

"So that's your friend, huh?" Malthus asked.

"Yeah. Her dad's Steven. He looks twenty-five but he's almost as old as my dad," Sicilya said, laughing. They sat down at the counter and watched the sushi master make sushi.

"Hello. What would you like?" the sushi master asked. (I think that would be better instead of the waiter. I mean he is right there after all.)

"We would like the four samplers please an ice tea no sweetener and what ever drink he wants."

Sucki? Malthus asked Sicilya.

No, Suki, she answered.

"I'll have vanilla coke," he said. The sushi master started on making their food while a waitress got their drinks. "Why did you tell Mila we were going shopping?" Malthus asked.

"Because we are on-shit!" Sicilya exclaimed, getting attention from everyone.

"What?" Malthus asked when everyone had looked away again.

"Lanyon. God, he can't leave me alone. Just go along with whatever I say, okay?" Sicilya asked.

"Yeah, okay," he said a bit concerned. Lanyon saw them and walked over.

"Well are these your plans, Sicilya?" Lanyon asked.

"Yes. This is Malthus one of the newest members of the I.C.," Sicilya said in an eerie voice, rolling her eyes. The waitress came down to their table with their food in a carying tray.

"Here are your drinks and your four samplers." She put the tray down and walked away.

Lanyon, leave now. We're over, Sicilya hissed in his head.

Since when?

Since this morning. Now leave.

Fine, I'll leave but not for long. Lanyon walked away leaving them alone again.

"Who was that?" Malthus asked.

"A fling," Sicilya said popping a California roll into her mouth.

"Ah, the infamous fling."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"It means that you slept with him a couple of times, a new "toy" comes along and he gets the boot," Malthus explained. Sicilya was shocked.

"Well everyone in a player until they find the right person," she said defensively.

"Whatever, Sici." Sicilya got up, a frown on her face.

"I'm going to pay," she turned her back to him and walked away.

Oh, come on, Sici. I didn't say you did that. That's just my definition as a fling. She completely ignored him and continued walking.

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End of chapter four!