Should I start putting titles at the beginning of the seperated parts? I'll be trying that out in the next chapter and if it works out, I'll edit the last two chapters.
I hope you guys enjoy this! Un-beta-ed. :p Sorry for the errors.
Review pleeeeeeease?
Let it be said that Mustardseed hated to be caught in awkward situations. Especially if it involved his brother. Honestly, after thinking about it, any situation with Puck was bound to get awkward sooner or later.
This was a bit much though, Mustardseed thought to himself as he shifted from foot to foot, trying to block his brother from entering his house.
Puck tried to sidestep, "What's the deal? I come to visit you and this is the welcome I get?"
Mustardseed blocked him again and retorted, "When you don't warn me? Yes."
"Why can't I come in?!"
Because your future sister-in-law is currently doing her homework in my kitchen and being a general nuisance. If you find out that I wake up every morning with her staring at me, I think you will kill me. "Because it's dirty."
"We are brothers. I'm the King of Garbage and Rotten Apples. Like I care."
Mustardseed cleared his throat loudly, "Puck!"
Maybe Daphne could escape through the broken kitchen window before Puck tackled him to enter the house.
Puck stared at him, "What? No need to shout."
"Oh, Musty, darling~"
Mustardseed wanted to laugh at the utterly taken aback expression on his brother's face, because for once, someone was more shocked than he was. Also...ugh Daphne.
He could play along, Mustardseed could only hope that Daphne would stay out of sight.
"One minute...uh, honey..."
Her shrill voice called out again, "Who is it?"
"Uh... salesman."
Puck looked offended and Mustardseed rolled his eyes. "Just go."
He hissed at him, "You have a girlfriend and you didn't tell me?!"
Daphne wasn't his girlfriend. Not that he wouldn't like her to be...but that was a different story. It couldn't hurt to go with it... "Yes."
Puck whined, "Why didn't you tell me?!"
"You didn't tell me when you and Sabrina started dating!"
"That was different... I was busy... and stuff."
"Yeah, well...so am I."
Puck threw his hands in the air, "With what? You don't go to school, no job, and you have this big house! What are you busy with?"
"Repairing it."
"It's a new house."
"My girlfriend has a crowbar."
"..."
"..."
"...What?"
"Nothing."
For the second time since they had met, Mustardseed gently grabbed Daphne's arm and dragged her to the couch.
"We need to talk."
Daphne grabbed his arm in panic. "Are we breaking up?"
"We weren't ever together."
"That's even worse!"
"Shut up."
...
Mustardseed paced in front of the couch where Daphne sat, watching him carefully. Due to a Brownie mishap, which meant the bloody beast had tackled him, in what he called an attack and Daphne called; 'tackle of love'. Basically it meant all conversations had been canceled yesterday.
"As I said yesterday, we need to talk."
"About puppies?"
"No."
"World domination?"
"No."
"Philosophy?"
"No."
"Ninjas?"
"No."
"Ah..." Daphne nodded, "Finally coming out of the closet, eh?"
Mustardseed took the nearest pillow, threw it, and listened in satisfaction at her muffled screech of surprise.
"No!"
...
"As I was saying, fifteen minutes earlier, we need to talk."
Daphne opened her mouth and Mustardseed promptly stuffed a towel in it.
"Jdkandaj"
She gave him the puppy dog eyes.
"..."
Mustardseed sighed. Why was she so adorable sometimes. He took the towel out. "Don't say anything funny. Don't make fun. I'm going to say somethimg important here."
For once, Daphne straightened up and looked serious, "M'kay, what is it?"
"..."
"..."
"...I can't remember."
"Oh, come on."
"Your house is huge."
Mustardseed frowned at the green eggs that Daphne had cooked up for him. He poked it with his fork slowly. "Thanks."
"It's like... you're a mini Bruce Wayne."
"Hmm."
"Do you like bats?"
Mustardseed scraped his fork across the top of the egg. "Not especially."
Did he really have to eat this?
"Why do your wings sparkle? Does that affect your whole prince image?"
No, he didn't have to eat it. Mustardseed threw the green egg at Daphne's face.
" So...You don't like eggs?"
"Daphne!"
"Oi, Daph... where is my blue shirt?"
She called back to him from the kitchen, "No idea."
Mustardseed narrowed his eyes, pausing from tearing apart his dresser, "Are you sure?"
"...yes."
"It wouldn't be in your closet, would it?"
"...no."
"That's my favorite shirt, you know..."
" Oh, I know... hehehehe"
Mustardseed opened his mouth then closed it, and shook his head. Some battles he just didn't want to know about,
Mustardseed woke up to the sound of his phone ringing in his ear. Needless to say, he shot straight out of bed in surprise and Daphne fell off of the bed with a shout.
"Morning, Daph."
She groaned from the floor, "Morning...ow, my head."
Without even glancing at the caller ID, he answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey, bro."
Why was Puck calling him at... Mustardseed took a glance at the clock... nine o'clock? He laid back down with a groan. "What?"
"I want to meet your girlfriend."
Mustardseed shot straight out of the bed for the second time and Daphne managed to tackle him back down before she fell off the edge. They both landed with an 'oomph' on the bouncy bed.
He tried to ignore the fact she was laying ontop of him. He really did. "Why?"
"Because I want to know who is dating my little brother! Why else?"
"Um..."
Daphne had manage to crawl off of him and sat herself down amongst the ruffled covers, muttering darkly about stupid fairy boys.
He motioned to her to be quiet or else.
"So I can meet her tonight, right? Is she cute?"
She was pouting at him so he responded by instinct.
"Yes."
"Awesome."
"Wait...no...I-"
"I'll call you later for the details. Sabrina wants to go on a double date, 'kay? Bye!"
Mustardseed stared at his phone in horror. He didn't have a girlfriend. He had a stalker and one doesn't take stalkers to double-dates with their sister and brother and sister-in-law and...ugh. Mustardseed laid his head in his hands. What a headache.
"So...salesman?"
"Shut up, darling."
"Whatever, honey."