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Chapter 45 - Part 2
Stiles
Before he had left my room, Derek explained how I had latched onto him as I slept, meaning he had to stay with me. I apologised for it, but I noted that he really didn't seem all too fussed about it... But I just shrugged it off. Why dwell on something that meant nothing?
Besides, it wasn't the first time he had been in my bed with me - it was just the first time we were asleep.
So we went about our day as normal.
Well, as normal as you could when it was a thousand degrees! Ok, so maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration... But it was sweltering! Everyone worse as little as they could, whilst still being decent and minding the fact that there was a child in the house. Everyone tried to move as little as possible.
It was hell - even with the air con and every fan in the house on!
That's what everyone else kept saying anyway.
"Stiles, how are you not hot?" Erica groaned, her hair tied up high to keep it off her neck.
"Oh, I am." I told her, grinning. "But I'm from Texas. I've faced worse than this."
With as little movement as possible, the blonde flipped me off. I just couldn't help but laugh at them all.
"I think I know a way to cool you all down." I smirked. "But you have to get up."
"No." was the answering groan.
"Fine, then you can all bake to death."
Suffice to say they had their butts up off whatever they were sitting on in no time.
I had taken them all outside, walking out of the kitchen door at the back of the house, waiting for the moment Peter closed to door.
"This better work, Stilinski. Or I swear to God-"
Jackson didn't even get to finish his heat-fuelled threat. Before any of them could stop me, I had grabbed the house, whacking it up to full power as I drenched them in the shockingly cold water.
The shriek that it got from everyone echoed through the Preserve, sure that people in the town could hear it.
I chased everyone with the water as they ran away, watching them scatter and try to hide behind each other. Not that it worked - they couldn't go anywhere without being covered in water!
As well as getting all of them, the water covered the grass. This made it a little harder for them to run away...
Boyd was the first to slip.
I didn't stop the water for a second - if it was Allison or Harlequin, maybe I would, but he was fine. I couldn't help but laugh, no one could... Of course, that was all the distraction that was needed for Derek and Peter to slip into the house. Now, none of us knew that they had disappeared, everyone too busy running away from me and the water to notice.
We did notice, however, when they came back out - Derek was armed with a massive tub full of water balloons, whilst Peter had the largest water gun I had ever seen! I didn't even knowhe owned a water gun!
For a moment, everything stopped.
The grins on their faces were nothing that I had seen before - well, not for a long time, anyway...
"Things are about to get interesting." Peter cackled, lifting the gun.
As Peter started to aim, Derek lifted his right arm, the hand armed with one of the water balloons.
"Run." the Alpha whispered.
That was when all hell broke loose.
There was people running.
There was people screaming.
People were slipping.
It took moments before the tub of balloons spilt over, the weapons rolling across the grass. It quickly became a free-for-all.
Without having to worry about the tub any longer, Derek was free to move around. Which was probably why I never saw him sneaking up behind me... I mean, I didn't know anyone was behind me until arms had grabbed me from around my torso, lifting me into the air like a not-quite-human shield. The surprise made me drop the hose, Allison quickly commandeering it.
"Get him!" Derek yelled from behind me, hiding his face in the back of my neck to hide from the oncoming water attack.
"Don't you dare!" I shrieked, struggling to get away.
But it was no use - Derek was too strong.
The water balloons, the water gun, the hose - everything was turned on me.
It was the best water fight I had ever had!
It took a while before everyone was ready to go back inside. It was nice to be able to cool down.
"Maybe we should put in a pool!" I grinned as we all walked back in through the kitchen. "We have the space, we don't need to ask anyone to see if they'd be alright with it..."
As soon as I had said it, everyone had practically jumped onto Derek and Peter about it, practically begging them for it.
Lydia offered up that she knew someone who would do it for a decent price, most likely giving us a decent sum off of the bill as well. Jackson, Danny and Boyd all suggested how it would build up the strength in the Pack, as well as preparing us for in we ever encountered a fight in water - that was just an excuse for them all to play around, everyone knew that. Erica and Allison mentioned how it would be perfect for days like today, going so far as to say it would probably bring us closer as a Pack since we would all want to use it.
They were both just attacked by puppies, whilst Harlequin and I did the best thing - staying as far away from it by going to get changed into dry clothes, my arm around his shoulders.
It had become common for me to have my arm around the kid's shoulders, or for him to be holding onto me in some way. Whenever we were out, he had taken to grabbing hold of my hand as we walked - that had started when he tried to cross the street without looking...I nearly had a heart attack! It had just become that usual thing for the two of us to be in contact. I just felt very...protective of him. I mean, here was a kid who had been orphaned and abandoned, so innocent and naive that anything could happen to him. Who wouldn't feel protective?! Was it natural to get so attached to a kid you hadn't even known for a week? I suppose you could - if you were related to that child; if you were thinking of adopting and you found the 'right' kid, whatever that meant. But this was nothing like those situations.
"Looked like you were enjoying yourself." I mused, glancing quickly at the kid.
"I've never had a 'water fight' before." he shrugged. "It was fun."
"Did you hear any more of their thoughts?"
Biting his lip, Harlequin turned his head down, staring at the floor as we walked. It was all the answer I needed.
"Some were good." he whispered.
"But some weren't." I sighed.
"Not as bad as yesterday. But they still don't like me much."
And it hurt me. Like, you know when you're kid or your sibling comes home and tells you kids were picking on them, or tells you that the other kids were being mean - you know how they look like these kicked little puppies? It was that look and the knowledge that they were hurting that made it unbearable; that made you hurt with them. I suppose, in a way, I could understand the trust issues the Pack had, but the fact that Derek and Peter and Isaac - all of whom had more reason that any of them to have trust issues - could accept the kid just blew my mind. They could tell that this fourteen year old, this kid, was harmless and scared! Hell, I had more of a reason than a lot of them to not trust people, yet even I knew that! I didn't see how they could not like this kid.
"Want me to hit them on the nose with a rolled up newspaper? Tell them they're bad dogs?" I asked, hugging him closer to me.
I was just happy to get him smiling again.
As soon as we got to our rooms, I gave him a little nudge towards the door, telling him to go get changed before he got a cold. With a little nod, he bounced into his room, leaving the door open just a crack. With one last smile at the door, I turned into my own room, drying myself with a towel after I had thrown my wet clothes into the hamper.
I grabbed a new pair of boxers from my draw, slipping them on as I went to root about my closet. I didn't really feel like putting proper clothes on, and pyjamas just felt too much like proper clothes... I had cooled down considerably from the water fight outside, but I didn't want to bundle on the layers and overheat... At first, I didn't think I had anything like that.
That was, until I saw the yellow and black.
See, it was just after I had gotten out of the hospital - after Gabriel and Ben had attacked me - that the Pack had given it to me. It was a joke on their part, trying to cheer me up and get me to relax a little... I don't think they realised just how much I loved it.
You see, they had gotten me this bumblebee kigarumi - a kigarumi is like a onesie, only it has no feet to it. It had a stinger, these little blue wings, a cute little face on the hood... It also had this zipper going horizontally across the butt - I had no idea what that was for. The material was so soft and it just felt so nice... It was almost like a comfort thing, I suppose.
Grinning to myself, I grabbed the kigarumi, pulling it on and doing up the buttons on the front, keeping hood down. It was something easy to put on, it wasn't too heavy, it wasn't like proper clothes and it kept me warm. I didn't understand why it was a bumblebee, though. I mean, why a bumblebee? Not that I would want anything else now I had it.
As I turned around to start heading out of my room and downstairs, my feet bare as I went, I heard a small knock on my door. I hadn't fully closed it, so I could heard the shuffling coming from the other side of the door, a small rustle of fabric.
There were only three possibilities - considering they hadn't just barged in. However, since I could still hear the Pack downstairs, I knew exactly who it was.
Pushing the door open, I found Harlequin standing in the hallway, shuffling on the spot with a blanket completely drowning and trailing behind him. I knew exactly what he wanted before he even opened his mouth.
"What should I wear?" he asked.
It had only been recently that Harlequin had finally grasped the idea of having 'day time' and 'night time' clothes. At first he didn't understand why he had to have so many things to wear, telling us how Fairies just stayed in the same thing day in and day out, explaining how the older Fairies had a way of keeping all of them clean.
Well, all of them apart from Harlequin, anyway.
I would usually have him asking me what to wear - just because he understood the concept, didn't mean he knew what clothing went into which category. Well, that, and he always seemed to get a bit stuck with his shirts, socks and shoes - thankfully, he could deal with the rest.
"Let's go have a look." I chuckled, turning him around and guiding him back to his room.
The boy's room was just a blast of colour.
The walls of the room were a light silvery-grey, a glittery substance added to the paint to reflect the light. Apparently, Fairies liked shiny things - Harlequin was far more informative than any book. When we had gone shopping for him, I remember him staring at the can of paint, his gaze fixed on the picture. It was then he had told me - and it wasn't like I could deny him something he would like.
The blinds for his windows were black, a simple colour - well, shade - that went with the walls, as well as the soft black carpet.
His double bed was pressed into the far corner to the right of the room, the sheets currently on the bed a mix of light and dark grey. To the left of the room, opposite his bed, we had mounted a fairly large whiteboard, the pens and eraser sitting in a little box attached to it. The kid was creative, he liked to write and draw... He had tried out a whiteboard in a store - - one of those that were on display that you were allowed to try out - and instantly fell in love with it. Derek took it upon himself to buy it for Harlequin, keeping it a secret from all of us, no one knowing until we had taken Harlequin into his room for the first time when everything was finished. It earned Derek some serious brownie points - and not just with Harlequin...
On the other walls were a multitude of shelves and bookcases hanging up, all of them in: different shades of purple; a medium blue and turquoise. There wasn't much on those shelves yet, just a few little knickknacks and a couple of toys he had taken an interest in.
Pressed into the corner parallel to his bed, was a white desk, a black adjustable chair tucked under it. In the draws, he kept the notebooks, pencils and pens we had grabbed for him, each draw fitted into the desk holding one of those three things. Above the desk, mounted on the wall was a canvas picture of the New York skyline - Harlequin had mentioned how his parents had travelled with their Pack a good long while before he was born, going across America and even Europe. Harlequin had, unfortunately, hadn't had the same pleasure as his parents to do such a thing, but he loved hearing the stories his parents had to tell - he had always wanted to see New York, he had told me.
The New York skyline wasn't the only canvas picture in the room. There was a London skyline that was split into four canvases, all ranging in height and width; a Dubai skyline print, depicted in blues, purples, reds, oranges and yellows; a Sydney skyline in a purple monochrome; an LA skyline made of small LED lights. The five different skylines brought a lot more colour into the room.
Of course, he also had his bedside tables, draws and wardrobe. His bedside table was a soft sea green, whilst his draws were an emerald green. He seemed to like these green colours better than a grassy green or a dark green. His wardrobe, which sat to the left of the doorway, on the other hand, was this rich cherry red.
Like I said - a blast of colour.
Pushing the door closed slightly, I went over to the boy's wardrobe, opening the double doors to try and find something comfortable for him to wear. Harlequin stood next to me, huddling close as I looked, trying to learn what to wear and when - it happened every day and sometimes he even tried to pick something's out himself.
I turned, going to ask him just how cold he was, when I found the kid shaking a little under the thin blanket, his teeth chattering slightly. Harlequin noticed my worried frown as I stood there wondering how he got so cold, so he shuffled a bit closer and waited until I had rubbed my arms around him, rubbing his arms to try and warm him up, before replying.
"I-I'm technically a r-runt." he explained, his chattering teeth making him stutter slightly. "The w-weaker the Fairy, the more vu-vulnerable they are to the c-cold."
"Let's get you warm then, yeah?" I smiled, hugging him a little tighter to me.
As I did this, Harlequin turned his face a little further into the soft fluffy of my kigarumi, rubbing the fabric across his cheek slightly. That was when I had the idea.
I closed both doors of his wardrobe, before opening and digging around in one of the draws of the wardrobe. It didn't take me long before I found the black and white fluffy item, quickly pulling it out so I could get Harlequin into it and warmed up as fast as possible. Before heading over to the kid's bed, I rummaged around in his sock draw, grabbing out some bed socks - you did lose heat through your feet if they weren't covered, you know.
As quickly as possible, once Harlequin was sitting on his bed, I got his black and white bed socks on his feet, the thick material definitely going to keep him warm. Once that was done, I got him into his own kigarumi - a panda one - helping him do it up so it wouldn't be letting the air get to his cold skin. Thankfully, he had underwear on already. As soon as the panda kigarumi was on him - complete with a little panda tail and panda ears attached to the hood, with the cartoon face - I wrapped the blanket around his shoulders again, handing him his elephant.
"Better?" I asked, lifting him up.
He nodded, grinning.
Smiling back, I threw him up into the air slightly, catching him around his lower back easily, spinning around. It was something my mom used to do with me when I was younger - whooshing me around in her arms, throwing me up into the air... It seemed almost natural to do it with Harlequin.
The boy giggled as I spun and threw him, the sound of his laugh making me do the same.
"Hungry?" I grinned, panting slightly as I settled him back onto my hip.
Still giggling, Harlequin nodded, wrapping his arms around my neck as he placed his head into the crook of it. I swear, it was something he had picked up from Derek - it was like the kid was scenting me like the others did.
Once everyone had changed and had lunch, we all migrated back into the living room, ready to just chill and let the food go down. Yet again, I carried Harlequin into the room - I knew the kid could walk and it wasn't something he kept asking me to do, it was just something I ended up doing so some unknown reason. Everything was fine, everyone was talking and relaxing, just like normal.
And then I walked past Danny, on my way to sit in the extra armchair we had added to the living room - something that was now classed as mine...and Harlequin's. Danny kept laughing, even after I had sat down, the panda dressed child sitting on my lap as he played with his elephant toy.
"What's so funny?" I asked, frowning.
"Nothing, just..." he giggled. "The zip on the back of that... That for 'easy access'?"
If the euphemism wasn't clear enough in his words, his waggling eyebrows sure clued people into what he meant - not that the others had heard what he had said. I could practically feel myself flush, not able to get my words out as I tried to explain that, no, that was not the case! Of course, Derek had chosen the moment Danny had spoken to walk in, chocking on his coffee at the question.
That definitely didn't help!
"What's wrong, Derek?" Danny cackled. "Wait, don't tell me you knew about the easy access butt flap! No wonder you insisted on the bumblebee, you dirty bastard!"
I expected Derek to growl.
I expected Derek to go all Alpha on him.
I did not expect Derek to flush bright red, tripping over his words as he denied the accusation.
This was one of those moments that I was glad Harlequin wasn't paying attention...
"Danny." I started, shifting Harlequin slightly until he was sat on the chair and I could stand up. "You have three seconds to run."
The Beta looked back to me, still sniggering at mine and Derek's reactions, his grin widening.
"Aw, c'mon Stiles. Don't get your stinger in a twist." he snickered, though already starting to stand.
"Three. Seconds." I ground out.
I had never seen the Beta run so fast.
Too bad I was faster...
It was, about, an hour before I had to start thinking about getting dinner stated that Sam showed up. We hadn't been expecting her, we hadn't known she would be making an appearance... Some of the others thought I knew and just forgotten to tell them but, once they saw I was just as confused as I was, we all jumped to the same conclusion - something was wrong.
Peter led her into the living room and, as soon as she stepped in, Derek beat us all to it, asking why she was there and wondering what was wrong and what had happened, a slight panic identifiable in his smooth voice.
"I did text..." Sam frowned, taking out her phone before scowling. "Damn phone, didn't send... BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT! I'm here to ask a few favours?"
Everyone relaxed slightly at that, noticing how Sam was a little nervous yet kind of...giddy. She perch on the edge of Peter's armchair, subconsciously sticking close to the elder wolf.
First, she turned to the girls.
"So, Charlie doesn't have and girl friends and, uh... I was wondering..." Sam started, losing a little confidence as she started to squirm a little. "If, maybe, you would mind going dress shopping with her tomorrow? She doesn't want me to see her dress."
Immediately, our ears were assaulted with squeals of 'yes' coming from Allison, Erica and Lydia, all of them practically jumping in their seats. Sam smiled, the squirming lessening slightly, her confidence rising a little again.
Next, she turned to Peter, leaning back a little.
"Charlie, also, wants me to walk down the aisle. Even though I'm, quote on quote, 'the male' and will probably wear a white suit... And, uh, I don't talk to my dad." Sam went a little quite then, glancing down at her lap and playing with a loose thread on her jeans.
I watched as Peter's eyes go wide, even noticing Derek smiling slightly and giving Sam a little nod of encouragement when Sam glanced at him.
"Will you walk me down the aisle?" she whispered, biting her lip as she turned back to Peter.
"Absolutely." he smiled, wrapping an arm around her to give her a hug. "I would be honoured."
I could smell the happiness coming off of both Peter and Sam. Sam was loving that she would have 'her dad' walking her down the aisle; Peter was loving that he would get to walk 'his daughter' down the aisle. That was, almost, what they had become to each other, that was the kind of relationship they had with each other.
When Peter went to pull away from the hug, Sam practically threw her arms around his neck, hugging him just that bit longer.
It took a few moments for them both to pull themselves together, no one wanting to interrupt them. Once they did, Same stood up, walking over to stand in front of me, hesitantly holding her hand out. For the second time that day, I shifted Harlequin off of my lap, gently, until I could stand up, taking Sam's hand as I did and squeezing it comfortingly.
"Pretty sure you can count on me saying yes to whatever you ask me." I told her, softly, watching as she laughed a little and her eyes started to get rather wet. "Don't you dare start crying on me, Campbell! If you start, I'll start!"
Laughing a little harder, Sam used her free and shaking hand to wipe away happy tears that had already started to form, holding my hand a little tighter.
"I have two favours to ask you." she admitted, slightly bashful.
"I can assure you I'll more than likely say yes to both." I grinned, feeling my own eyes starting to burn with tears.
"It's just... You're the best friend I've ever had. It would only be suitable if you were my best man."
At that moment, I knew what it was like for the Grinch when his heart grew three sizes. In that moment, I felt a hot tear escape from my eye, pulling Sam into a massive hug.
"Course I will, you dolt!" I grinned.
"Thank God!" Sam laughed. "And, the other thing..."
"Go on, hit me."
"Well, you don't get a choice; Charlie and I want you to help plan the wedding and everything."
Now, of course, I said yes!
Sam had stayed only a little longer after that, leaving when she realised Charlie would be home soon. She told the girls she would tell Charlie about the shopping trip; she told me she'd get Charlie to talk about the date with me.
Yeah, Sam wanted Charlie to pick the day, knowing her fiancée loved to get sentimental when it came to things like this.
I thought that Charlie would wait until we saw each other to talk to me about it, or at least arrange a day with me to go over and help them both plan. Nope. That night, after dinner, I got a text from Charlie, asking if we could discuss the date.
Obviously, I said yes, grabbing the little folder I had started making from the coffee table - yeah, I had made it in the living room, I had many jokes and comments thrown at me, so shush - and pulled out the notepad I had started to fill with ideas, just in case.
Friday, June 6th 2014 – 8:57pm – Charlie: Hey Sweetie! This a good time to talk about the wedding date?
Friday, June 6th 2014 – 8:57pm – Stiles: Yeah! What did you have in mind?
Friday, June 6th 2014 – 8:59pm – Charlie: December 4th! It was the first time Sam said "I love you" :3
Friday, June 6th 2014 – 8:59pm – Stiles: Seriously? :)
Friday, June 6th 2014 – 8:59pm – Charlie: Uh-huh ^_^ I had been saying it for months, but Sam wasn't ready. I didn't make her say, she didn't stop me from saying it... She had been hurt so much, I wanted her to realise I loved her and forcing her to do something is not the way to do it! She made such a huge thing of it - flowers, candles, chocolates... I think it was the most romantic thing I had ever had happen to me, ever!
Friday, June 6th 2014 – 9:01pm – Stiles: And I thought Danny and Isaac were sickly sweet o.O Why did she make it such a big thing?
Friday, June 6th 2014 – 9:01pm – Charlie: She told me it was because she had never said it to anyone before. And I mean never. You've met her mom...
Friday, June 6th 2014 – 9:02pm – Stiles: Consider the date set, Cheerio
Friday, June 6th 2014 – 9:02pm – Stiles: I MEANT CHARLIE! I hate autocorrect -_-
Charlie and I only spoke for a few minutes after that - mainly it was her making fun on the autocorrect. But, hey, it was fine. Now I had a new name for her! It was Samster and Cheerio.
The next day - Saturday - whilst four of the guys went to work - Boyd at the bakery, Isaac at the library, Danny at the computer shop, Scott at Deaton's - the girls went dress shopping with Charlie, as Peter and Jackson slept the morning away, Derek and I decided to take Harlequin out.
The three of us were up at seven, dressed and fed just before eight, and it was Derek who mentioned going out. Harlequin was nervous, considering what happened when we were out with Sam and Charlie, however, as soon as Derek said we would be going a little out of town, he agreed. I thought it was a good idea, getting Harlequin out of the house - it wasn't good to keep him cooped up inside the house, and at least he would be with two of the people he trusted.
That's how we ended up taking the, roughly, two hours and thirteen minute journey up to Redding.
When Derek had first said we would be going out of town, I thought he meant to Red Bluff. You know, somewhere we had been before! But no. I mean, thankfully, Derek had been to Redding before, so he knew his way around, but I was completely lost.
It only took me a few minutes of the three of us walking around to realise why he chose Redding - no one knew me. No one had heard the rumours, no one had prejudged me. No one knew me - they were friendly. It was such a nice feeling...
I think Harlequin could tell how relaxed I was, not having to worry about anyone saying something to me. The only reason I thought so was because he wasn't so...on guard, like he usually was. When we just went into the local town, he would be quite tense, always looking around as if waiting for something to happen... At that moment, he was so calm and chill. Was it because of me?
Shaking my head slightly, I got rid of the ridiculous thought. Just because he seemed a little more relaxed, didn't mean it was because I was relaxed!
As the three of us walked in, Harlequin hopping a little as he walked in front of Derek and I, the not-so-sour-Sourwolf walking rather close next to me. I liked it, knowing that Derek definitely was there and we hadn't lost him, without having to take my eye off of Harlequin in front of me, watching as he talked with his elephant. Derek was actually walking so close to me that, at times, the back of his hand would brush against mine, the soft feeling causing me to shudder just a little bit. Of course, Derek saw this, thinking I was cold, which led him to wrapping an arm around my shoulder as he pulled me closer into his side.
Just because he took the shudder the wrong way, did not mean I was going to correct him on it...
It was as I leant slightly into Derek's side that I felt a little tug on my hand, grinning as I looked down at the white haired child next to me.
"There's a lot of people up there." Harlequin whispered, loudly, looking towards where we were walking to - a mall we were going to look around for a bit, before grabbing some lunch.
It was actually not that surprising that Harlequin came back to walk with us, taking my hand in his. He wasn't too fond of large crowds, especially when we went out somewhere, scared that he might get lost. To be honest, I was glad that I didn't have to try and explain it to him, relieved that he decided to do it of his own violation.
"Oh, what an adorable little boy you have!"
That was unexpected.
This woman, she had to be between thirty five and forty five, stopped right in front of the three of us, her eyes drawn directly to Harlequin. The poor boy gripped my hand tighter, slightly hiding behind me as the woman continued to stare at him and grin manically.
"He has to be the sweetest looking little boy I've ever seen." the woman gushed, before looking to Derek and I. "He has to be, biologically, one of yours, he's too cute for you to have adopted him!"
That was definitely not expected.
We had reactions like that all day - people saying how 'our son' was so well behaved, people saying how 'our son' was 'just so darn cute', people asking if 'our son's' hair was naturally white, people asking if we 'adopted our son' and which agency we went with... That was only the tip of the iceberg!
It happened all day, just random people coming up to us and thinking Derek and I were together and Harlequin was our kid.
It was ridiculous!
I mean, sure, Derek had kept his arm around me.
And, sure, Harlequin didn't let go of my hand.
And I may have mothered the kid a little...
Oh God!
But still, why just assume we were together and that he was our kid?
Had they heard Harlequin calling either of us dad?
Had they heard Derek or I use terms of endearment towards each other?
Had they seen any coupley behaviour - apart from the arm around the shoulder, which was a friendly gesture if anything - from Derek or I?
Had they seen or heard anything that suggested that we actually were together and Harlequin was our son?
No. The answer was no.
I mean, did I want to be with Derek? Of course I did! But Derek was straight and had no interest in me, so that would never happen.
Did I want to have kids? Hell yeah! I mean, I was terrified of ever having kids, fearing I would end up just like my Dad, but I had always loved the thought of having kids and being a Dad
Did I want my kids to be like Harlequin? Yes! He was sweet and adorable, who wouldn't want a kid like him?!
But, no matter how much I wanted it, it wasn't true!
Each time, Derek and I set the record straight, letting them know we weren't together and the kid wasn't ours. We explained how we, as well as our house mates, had taken the kid in, but he wasn't biologically any of ours.
Each time, they would apologise profusely, yet always asking if we were sure we weren't together. Whenever that came up, it was me to shut them down, explaining that we were just very close friends because of everything we had been through, leaving it at just that.
Each time I had to say it, it hurt me just that little bit more.
"Is it bad?" Harlequin asked, keeping his head turned to the floor.
It was just after lunch and the three of us thought, before heading home, we would have another look around, just in case we missed something. The kid had been quieter than usual for a couple of hours - Derek and I thought he was just hungry, thinking he would perk up after he ate something... Obviously not.
Looking at him at that moment, he seemed so unsure, so sad. I couldn't think of any reason as to why! This spike of panic went through me, this sense of dread, thinking I had completely ignored something that had made this sweet little boy so upset. Wasn't I suppose to be caring for him? Wasn't I the one that held main responsibility for him? How could I have missed something that had made him like this.
"Is what bad, Bud?" Derek frowned, softly, the light term of endearment seeming to go unnoticed by both him and Harlequin.
"That people think I'm yours." he clarified, shyly glancing up at both of us.
Oh...
Sighing slightly, I gripped Harlequin's hand a little tighter, pulling him gently towards a fountain that sat in the middle of the mall. Sitting on the edge of it, I ended up only just shorter than the kid in front of me, meaning I could look him in the eyes without having to make him look up. Taking both of his hands in mine - which was a little hard, considering the ever present elephant - I gave him a soft smile, hoping it would help relax him a little. Derek, who was on my left, sat down next to me, turning towards the two of us slightly. Harlequin glanced between the two of us, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, looking as if he was about to yelled at... I suppose the frown on Derek's face didn't help any, but it wasn't Sourwolf's fault that he had a resting frown face.
"It's not...bad, per say. It's just..." I told him, gently running my thumbs over the back of his hands. " Well, Derek and I aren't together. We're not married and you aren't ours."
"You already have a mom and dad, Harlequin." Derek added in, softly. "We don't want people assuming we're your parents - we don't want you to feel like we're trying to replace them in any way, based on what people say."
We literally watch his shoulders drop, the tension he had been holding there flooding out of his little body. A small smile crept onto his face as he squeezed my hands a little, before stepping forward as he pulled them out of my grip, only to wrap his arms around my neck.
"I-I thought I did something bad." he admitted. "Both of you were getting angry, because of what people were saying, and I thought I did something wrong."
"You did nothing wrong! I don't want you to even think that, ok?" I told him, hushing him slightly as I held him a little tighter, Derek's hand resting between mine on the middle of the kid's back. "There is not a bad bone in your body, so how could you ever do something bad?"
"And we weren't angry." Derek told him, grinning slightly, rubbing Harlequin's back gently. "We were just getting annoyed that people kept interrupting what was supposed to be quiet day out."
Harlequin giggled a little, shifting until he could move his head enough to see Derek, all the while keeping a hold of me.
The three of us only sat there for a few more seconds until we decided to continue walking around. Harlequin seemed to have a little bit more life in him as we walked, seemingly content to stroll along between Derek and I. Well, he had been, anyway. He seemed that bit happier when Derek lifted the kid up and got Harlequin on his back, carrying him around. The boy just giggled as he bobbed along as Derek walked, resting his chin on Derek's shoulder with his elephant dangling from one hand.
I couldn't help but think just how sweet the scene was, sneakily slipping my call out of my pocket, stealing a quick picture as Derek stopped to show Harlequin something in a window of a store. Both of them were smiling, something not many people had the pleasure of seeing from the Alpha wolf. It was nice to have a little record of it. After setting the picture as the background on my phone, I quickly slipped the device back into my pocket, thanking whatever was out there for me remembering I had it.
"What's that?" Harlequin asked, quietly, as we passed a clothes store a few minutes later.
In the window, on one of the mannequin's, was this yellow t-shirt and sunset orange skirt outfit, for a child of - around - six. The skirt cut off at the mannequin child's knee, the style similar to what you would put your child in for a party or something. I noticed the way Harlequin stared at it - not the mannequin, but the skirt - his gaze curious, a little confused, but also a little amazed. I wasn't sure that was the right word.
"The mannequin or the skirt?" Derek asked, frowning slightly yet again.
"Which is which?" was his reply.
Cocking my head to the side, I listened as Derek answered his question, telling him that a skirt was like the lower half of a dress - the simplest way to put it.
"Oh." he nodded, not once taking his eyes off of the item of clothing. "It's pretty."
"You think so?" I asked, not being able to help smiling slightly.
"Yuh-huh! But Lydia's are prettier."
"Well, I'd bet she'd be very grateful for that."
How curious...
By the time we got home, it was just after six in the evening. We were carrying four shopping bags each, all whilst Derek balanced a large box on his outstretched arms. Scott had the door open before any of us had reached it, the Beta practically throwing the door open.
"Food!" was the collective groan I heard come from inside, after everyone caught a whiff of the Chinese food from the box Derek was carrying.
Peter lifted the take out box from Derek's arms as soon as we got inside, letting the Alpha wolf move his arms down to rest at his sides, before placing his bags down to the right of the door, Harlequin and I following suit.
"God, those bags were heavy." I sighed, kicking off my shoes. "Let's eat!"
"Where did you guys even go?" Isaac laughed.
"Yeah, you've been out all day!" Scott grinned.
"Ten hours is hardly all day." Derek grunted.
The next thing I knew, Jackson let out this bark of a laugh, both hands plastered over his mouth as he turned away when we all looked to him, leaning his shoulder against Danny as the Hawaiian smirked.
Glaring slightly, my imagination coming up with all sorts of comments he could have made, I started to make my way into the kitchen to deal with the food, giving a swift hit to the back of Danny's head as I walked by. I'll admit, I may have hit him harder than strictly necessary, but he deserved it! He was being crude, something I had never expected from him!
Then again, they did say it was always the quiet ones you had to look out for...
The sound of little feet behind me let me know Harlequin was there - he seemed to like watching me deal with food, whether it was just plating something up or actually cooking it. I thought to myself, then and there, that I had to remember to get the kid to help me make lunch or dinner one day.
The boy helped me unload all the containers onto the counter, having to use a chair from the table to reach, even getting out some plates for me. He had become my little helper.
"Stiles?" Harlequin asked, a little hesitant as he handed me the plates.
"Yeah, kiddo?" I smiled.
"C-Can I... Can I, um..."
Placing the plates down onto the counter, abandoning the food for a moment, I turned to face the Fairy child. I took one step closer to him, running a hand up and down his upper arm, trying to get him to relax for the third time that day.
"Hey, you can ask me anything, you know that, right?" I told him, keeping my voice low, fully aware that everyone else could hear us.
Taking a deep breath, Harlequin nodded, squeezing Phantasia a little tighter as he looked me in the eyes, a little hopeful expression on his face.
"Even though we don't have the same mommy and daddy, can I say you're my brother?" he asked, still a little timid.
A week.
That was how long I had known the kid.
That was how long he had been living with us.
A week and I felt closer to this kid than I ever had with some of my family - the ones that liked me anyway.
A week after I had moved into the house, I was still asking Derek's permission to do things. I was wondering what the catch was and when I would be thrown out. After a week, I had still been so cautious and, to be honest, scared. But, after a week with Harlequin? I felt like I had known him my entire life, and now he was asking if he could call me his brother.
Really there was only one thing I could answer with.
"I thought I told you the other day I won't tell you no." I grinned.
I watched as his eyes widened slightly, a high squeal erupting from him as he launched himself at me. Catching him easily, I spun him around - just like I had done in his room the day before. Again, I couldn't help it - it was almost natural.
"I'm way too young to be a dad, anyway." I teased, loving that I could make him laugh with just one simple sentence.
I finally have a little brother...
For the first time in a long while, we all gathered in the living room for dinner. Derek, Peter and I sat in our chairs, Harley and I both managing to fit on mine; Erica, Boyd and Allison sitting on one couch, Scott sitting on the floor to lean against Allison's legs, instead of next to her; Jackson, Lydia and Isaac sitting on another couch, Danny leaning against Isaac's legs, instead of sitting next to him. We had a lot of space in the living room; we had enough space to fit everyone and then some in, sitting on a couch or a chair - some of them just preferred to lean against their Mate's at times.
Every time we had dinner in the living room, the TV was turned off. We liked that meal times could just be all of us, sitting down together and talking, no background noise to interrupt us. I suppose we sounded like some old timey family! But it was true. We liked to have this time to just sit down, relax and talk. Not that we ever talked about anything important - well, mostly we didn't. The topic of conversation shifted constantly, never staying on one for long. It was always just some light conversation and laughing, that's all it was for anyway. I never thought I would love it as much as I did. I mean, I loved just being able to sit around and not have to worry about talking properly, especially if it was one of those days. But that wasn't why I thought I wouldn't like it. I just... I used to think that the family feel just wasn't for me - my mom had been taken from me, my dad turned on me, most of my family were murdered... Everything just pointed towards me not being made for family life. But now I was doing this very family thing, had been since the end of September, and no one had been taken away from me. In fact, people had been given to me. It was like the universe was trying to make it up to me - or some shit like that.
"Maybe we should all try karaoke!" Allison grinned as we all took our dishes out into the kitchen, somehow switching the conversation to this from the TV show Doctor Who. "You know, all of us singing, having fun."
"I don't know, I can't really sing..." Scott admitted, flushing slightly.
"It doesn't matter." Lydia grinned. "It's more about having fun than whether or not you're good at singing."
"But you have to do it in front of...people." Jackson grimaced.
"Not necessarily." I spoke, sliding between them all to grab some more drinks for people. "We could all do it here, just the twelve of us."
With that, I had a few of the puppies jump on me - some literally jumping on me - and practically begging me to let us all do it. I don't know why they were asking me, I mean, what was the point in asking me? So I said as much, adding that I had no problem with doing a bit of karaoke.
That was how we found ourselves on the second floor, in the room at the end of the hall, where the black grand piano stood. Since it was our 'music room', and we didn't want to clutter the living room with everything, we thought it would be easier to do it in there, Peter and I grabbing my laptop along the way - just in case. Harlequin was a bit confused, not understanding what karaoke was. I had been about to explain it to him when, surprisingly, Jackson got there before me. It, literally, made me stop in my tracks for a moment as I was putting my things down, having to give it a few seconds for the information to process itself. I thought that, maybe, even though it had only been a week, Jackson was coming round to the idea of the kid staying! Of course, then, after the explanation had finished, I noticed the boy wince slightly as Jackson turned away, the hand not holding the elephant lifting slightly to rub at his head.
Sighing, shaking my head, I wished that they would just suck it up already. They accepted me before I had even moved in, why couldn't they accept the kid?!
"Right! Who's first?" Peter smirked.
Allison, as she was the one to suggest it in the first place, was nominated to go first. Using my laptop, she brought up a karaoke version of the song White Nights by Oh Land. Her voice was soft, higher than I imagined it being, but it was very soothing. She sat as she sang, always glancing to Scott as she sang. Apparently, that song had been playing in the car when they were on their way to their first date.
Boyd had been volunteered next, choosing Contagious Chemistry by You Me At Six. His voice was very surprising to me! I didn't know whether I thought him to have a good or bad voice, but I never expected it to be as silky as it was. He seemed to be able to put so much emotion behind his voice, almost as if he was telling a story through the lyrics... It was chilling, really.
Danny put himself forward next, deciding to go with a Hawaiian song - He Mele No Lilo by Mark Keali'i Ho'omalu. As soon as he typed the song in, I had recognised it. It was the opening song from Lilo and Stitch. He had known the song before it had been used in the Disney film, learning it with some help from his Grandfather. He told us that, unfortunately, it was the only song he knew in the language, wishing he knew more. His voice was deeper than expected, almost similar to the original vocalist for the song. I wondered if it was because he was singing in Hawaiian, considering your voice did seem to change when speaking in another tongue - I couldn't be sure, but his voice was great.
Erica was next with She Wolf by Shakira. She had admitted that she couldn't sing, one of the reasons she avoided it but that, because it was us, she would make an exception. The blonde, bless her heart, had been right - she wasn't a great singer, but she embraced that, using it to add some comedy to it. I noticed how Jackson and Scott seemed to relax when they heard that Erica wasn't so great at singing...
Isaac came after her, deciding to go with Therapy by All Time Low. His voice was surprisingly rough, but that didn't take away from the fact that the boy had skill! He had amazing control over his voice, switching from chest to head voice faultlessly. He gave the song his own flare, making it his own without even trying. If he could get over his shyness, I could see him being able to go far with performing.
Jackson, reluctantly, was pushed to go next, choosing Afraid by The Neighbourhood. He casually mentioned it was because he would then be able to get away with speak-singing, but he was still a good sport about it anyway, getting into the whole thing by the middle of the second verse. He wasn't great, like I had thought when I noticed his reaction to Erica, but he wasn't as bad as he thought himself to be.
Lydia jumped in next, quickly picking Wings by Little Mix. She - and some of the others - laughed about her choice, to which she quickly explained that when her parents had forced her into some counselling sessions, and she did some inkblot tests. she had sat there and decided every single one was a butterfly. As I sat there, listening to the strawberry-blonde sing, I couldn't help but wonder if there was anything she couldn't do! Now, she wasn't a bad singer but she wasn't a great singer. She could sing, but it wasn't like you would sit there and go 'fuck me, that's amazing', but she was still good. She hit all the right notes, she had a strong voice. I swear she could do everything!
Scott came next, deciding to go cheesy with You're Mine by Maybe Next Summer. He had been right, he wasn't a good singer, but he was better than Jackson and he was entertaining. He spent the entire song prancing around the room, aiming the mushy words at Allison. The huntress practically melted, just like you would when seeing a puppy get excited.
Then came Peter.
"C'mon, Zombie!" I chuckled. "What you got for us?"
Instead of leaving the room to grab his guitar like I thought he would, Peter turned my laptop towards him. Nobody spoke as we waited, wondering what the hell he could be doing. And then I heard it start:
"You remind me of the babe
What babe? babe with the power
What power? power of voodoo
Who do? you do
Do what? remind me of the babe
I saw my baby, crying hard as babe could cry
What could I do
My baby's love had gone
And left my baby blue
Nobody knew
What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dogs' tails
Thunder or lightning
Then baby said
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby, make him free"
Hearing Peter sing Magic Dance by David Bowie was one of the best things! I mean, not only did he dance around the room, almost imitating Bowie in Labyrinth, but he even managed to get the same tone as the man himself! It was freaky good!
"I saw my baby, trying hard as babe could try
What could I do
My baby's fun had gone
And left my baby blue
Nobody knew
What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dog's tails
Thunder or lightning
Then baby said
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby, make him free
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Put that baby spell on me (ooh)"
Labyrinth had been one of those movies that I hadn't watched until I came to the house. I had been warned that I may not like it, because it was quite strange and blah, blah, blah. But, honestly, I thought it was great! Not to mention, Magic Dance was my favourite song from it!
"You remind me of the babe
What babe? the babe with the power
What power? power of voodoo
Who do? you do
Do what? remind me of the babe
Dance magic, dance, ooh, ooh, ooh
Dance magic, dance magic, ooh, ooh, ooh
Dance magic
What kind of magic spell to use
Slime and snails
Or puppy dog tails
Thunder or lightning
Something frightening
Dance magic, dance
Dance magic, dance
Put that baby spell on me
Jump magic, jump
Jump magic, jump
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby make him free
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)
Jump magic, jump
Put that magic jump on me
Slap that baby
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic
Slap that slap that baby make him free
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)
Dance magic, dance (dance magic, dance)"
Peter's voice never ceased to amaze me. Even when I was a little kid, his singing voice had always amazed me. I remembered that, whenever I was with the Hales, whenever I was in the mood to sing or hear someone sing, I would always fine Peter. Not only because he was the only one, in the end, who would humour me and do it, but because his voice was so unique. I know, everyone's voice is unique, but there was just something about Peter's that made it even more so. It was kind of amazing.
"You still got it, old man." I grinned, watching as Peter slumped down into his chair, panting.
"Oh, shush." he breathed, guzzling his drink.
As the others got a few jibes in at Peter, I leaned over to Derek to see what he would be doing - we had all already had the argument that everyone was singing, so he didn't fight me this time. He didn't reply verbally as much as walking over to my laptop and searching for the song. When the first note rung one, I knew exactly what he was singing, my fingers subconsciously following along with the pattern, even though I had no guitar in my hands.
"At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
And the dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today"
In my entire life, I had never heard Derek sing. Not when we were kids, not since I had been back. I had never heard him sing and, man, did I regret that! His voice was... I couldn't begin to describe his voice! It was so clean, so flawless. It seemed to make the song - Jeremy by Pearl Jam, a song that I had loved ever since I heard the first note - even better.
"Clearly I remember
Pickin' on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth
And bit the recess lady's breast
How could I forget
And he hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Oh, like the day I heard
Daddy didn't give affection, no!
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear
King Jeremy The Wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today"
The way Derek sang the song was flawless. He hit every note, he knew the exact length of every word... I literally couldn't fault him in any way. He got the right emotion behind it, he drew you in and expressed the story of this kid in a way I hadn't seen before. I didn't think Derek realised just how amazing he was.
"Try to forget this (try to forget this)
Try to erase this (try to erase this)
From the blackboard
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in, spoke in
Jeremy spoke in class today
(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)
(spoke in) (spoke in)"
Derek finishing the song left us all in awe. Everyone just stared at him, mouths open. He said nothing as he waited for someone to do something, shifting nervously as he would look up at one of us for a moment before staring at the ground again. I couldn't remember a time I had seen him so uneasy.
Harlequin was the one, in the end, that finally made a move. I watched this delighted smile spread across his face, jumping up from where he sat before running over to Derek, throwing himself at the Alpha.
"That was so good!" the fourteen year old gushed, voice muffled by Derek's shoulder. "You should sing more!"
I watched as the tension in Derek's shoulders fell away slowly, an arm coming up to wrap around the child clinging to him, lifting him up until the boy was sitting on his knee. I barely heard the muttered 'Thank you', so I was doubtful anyone else heard it, but it had been said none the less, a slight pink flush spreading across the Alpha's cheeks.
Seeing the Alpha like that was knew to all of us, so no one lingered on it or made fun of him, just offering a simple compliment before moving on. A blind person could tell he was grateful!
Quickly, all eyes turned to me, everyone waiting for me to pick something and sing. I expect they all were thinking I would leave to get my guitar or use my laptop... I knew they would be surprised when, instead, I headed for the piano.
"You're alone, you're on your own, so what?
Have you gone blind?
Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours?
Glass half empty, glass half full
Well either way you won't be going thirsty
Count your blessings not your flaws
You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be king again"
I didn't play the piano often, the guitar always being my go to instrument for when I wanted to play something and not sing. But, when I wanted to do King by Lauren Aquilina, it just had to be done on the piano. I couldn't do it any other way than on the piano. Especially a song as high as this one.
"You don't get what all this is about
You're too wrapped up in your self doubt
You've got that young blood, set it free
You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be king"
It was a song I liked to sing, even if it was only in my head, whenever I got to that point of thinking everything had gone to shit, that nothing could save the situation I was in. It was a song that reminded me that I had to keep going and that I could turn it all around. I could get everything back. I hadn't sung it in a long while, to be honest...
"There's method in my madness
There's no logic in your sadness
You don't gain a single thing from misery
Take it from me
You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be king
You've got it all
You lost your mind in the sound
There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head
Put all your faults to bed
You can be king again."
I received a similar reaction from Harlequin after I had finished, the kid running over to me, perching himself of the edge of the piano stool. I wrapped an arm around the Fairy child next to me.
I was rather glad that everyone, apart from Harlequin, had heard me sing before, so I didn't have to worry about the reaction. All I had to deal with was the fact that a few of them knew the song, calling me out on singing a song by a girl. Not that it mattered, but it was the first time that had ever heard me sing a song by a female.
"I like the song, the song happens to be by a woman." I shrugged. "It doesn't matter. What does matter, however, is whether a certain Fairy wants to sing."
Turning my head slightly, I went from looking at the Pack to looking down at Harlequin, hoping that I hadn't frightened him by saying that. To my surprise and utter pleasure, I hadn't. The boy was grinning from ear to ear, nodding his head eagerly.
"I want to, I want to!" he chanted. "I haven't sung in forever!"
I never thought that he would be so wanting to do something, especially this with everyone else around. But he explained how Fairies were musical creatures - his kind loved the sounds of music, often singing and dancing through the night. They had songs for all kinds of occasions, songs for every mood. He had explained how, after the death of his parents, he hadn't had that want to sing - I didn't blame him, I had been the same after my mom and dad was irritable at everything when drunk - but he wanted to now.
So, of course, I told him to go right ahead.
He slid off of the piano stool, standing next to piano as he started to sing.
"Dancing a spiral we sing unaware
On fairy night wings our songs fill the air
Making a circle of magic and light
Watched silently by the fay of the night
Our hearts full of love and our arms open wide
We hold the key to the fairies delight
Song in our hearts belong in the air
The words of our wisdom we bring forth to share
The songs in the night
As we dance 'round the flame
The Fairy Nightsongs are never the same
The words from our lips as we sing for the night
Impart to the Fay our hearts truest sight
Sounds of the forest in sweet harmony
We give the gift of our song to the fairy
Dancing a spiral we sing unaware
The fairy night wings our song fill the air
The songs in the night
As we dance 'round the flame
The Fairy Nightsongs are never the same
The words from our lips as we sing for the night
Impart to the Fay our hearts truest sight
Ahh..."
I expected his voice to be quite high - his voice was naturally like that, something that made him being a seven to ten year old even more believable - but I didn't expect him to sound so mature. The song was beautiful, one that his kind would sing all the time. It was funny how, just by listening to him sing, it sounded like the journey of a Fairy. Harlequin's voice was soft, the control over his voice and breathing something a professional would rival! I couldn't believe my ears!
"Dancing a spiral we sing unaware
On fairy night wings our songs fill the air
Making a circle of magic and light
Watched silently by the fay of the night
The songs in the night
As we dance 'round the flame
The Fairy Nightsongs are never the same
The words from our lips as we sing for the night
Impart to the Fay our hearts truest sight
Our hearts full of love and our arms open wide
We hold the key to the fairies delight
Song in our hearts belong in the air
The words of our wisdom we bring forth to share
The songs in the night
As we dance 'round the flame
The Fairy Nightsongs are never the same
The words from our lips as we sing for the night
Impart to the Fay our hearts truest sight
Sounds of the forest in sweet harmony
We give the gift of our song to the fairy
Dancing a spiral we sing unaware
The fairy night wings our song fill the air."
As the kid finished the song, he looked straight to me. He turned his entire body to face me, a small hopeful smile on his face. It was that look that just screamed innocence, something that any fangirl would squeal at if on the face of her favourite character - something I will admit to doing, many times.
Thankfully, not this time - I managed to contain myself.
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" I grinned. "Where have you been hiding that voice?!"
The kid beamed. Literally beamed, jumping on the spot slightly as he asked if he 'did good'. It was that moment that I realised he had joined Pup status, joining Isaac and Jackson. There was now a third Pup!
Honestly, I didn't see how things could get better.
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