So I've thought about it… and in the end I decided not to redo my story. I started it, I need to finish it. Heck, maybe by the end I like it a lot. Here you go;
I sighed in relief as I stared down at the little white fortune teller I held in my hands. A blue minus; not pregnant.
I haven't run into Dimitri since that day, and that was two weeks ago. I wasn't sure whether it was because I was avoiding him, or if he was avoiding me. Ether way, I didn't really care- I just prayed the streak would continue. No way in Hell was prepared for any run-in that might occur.
As I walked down the stairs to the lower story of our large suite, I smelt the bacon frying in the kitchen. I really hoped Pyro wasn't trying to burn down the mansion again.
As I stepped into the small, cream-colored kitchen, I saw Christian standing at the stove, his midnight black hair still messy from sleep. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of blue pajama pants. With every move of his arms I saw his slight muscles bulge. I was strangely mesmerized by his pale skin. I shook my head and forced myself to stop looking at him. "Get a hold of yourself, Rose," I whispered.
Christian turned around and his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh. Your up. Good morning." He scraped the bacon from the pan onto a plate and set it at the center of the table, along with a heaping plate of toast and another one of eggs. "Would you like anything to drink?"
I shook my head. "No thank you." Christian just shrugged and got himself some orange juice. He set the glass on the table and began to pile food on his plate. I sat down across from him but only took a piece of toast. I had been this way since that day two weeks ago when I confessed to sleeping with Dimitri. The quiet coldness I was getting from Christian was eating me alive, taking all my hunger with it. It was hard to tell he was ignoring me, but I noticed. We only spoke when absolutely necessary and even then we just spoke formally.
Christian eyed the toast wearily, but didn't say anything. We ate in silence for a while; him taking forkfuls from his mountain of breakfast food, me nibbling on my toast. Finally he set his fork down and looked at me.
"You need to eat more. Your too thin." He stared at me, waiting for a reply.
"I'm not hungry. I haven't been for a while."
Christian rolled his eyes. "Oh, bullshit. I've known you since we were kids. Your always hungry."
"Well I'm not now!" I screamed at him as I threw back my chair and got up. As I walked out of the kitchen I heard Christian sigh as he went to clean up the breakfast. I threw on my coat and went up stairs to my bedroom and went out onto my balcony. I stared off into the distance at the Montana wilderness. I didn't even notice my door open or footsteps follow me onto the balcony, making me jump when a hand rested itself on my shoulder. "I'm sorry," Christian said as I turned around to face him.
"You should be. You scared the shit out of me. I should break your face right now." "I meant about breakfast. I know how hard this must be on you. I get it. This hasn't been all rainbows and unicorns for me ether." "Rainbows and unicorns? Really? What the hell are you on?"
"Shut up, Rose. You know I mean."
"Yah… I know."
"So… I'm sorry about breakfast." I rolled my eyes. "I forgive you, I guess."
"Thank you Rosie."
"No problem, Chrissie." Christian frowned. "Don't call me that."
"Sure thing… Pyro." He glared at me. "Or that."
"Does it make you feel bad?" He nodded. "Yes. Yes, it does."
"Then I think I'll keep calling you that." Just then Christian got an evil look in his eye as he smiled the way the Grinch did when he decided he would steal Christmas.
He roped one arm around my neck and brought his other fist up to my scalp. He dug his knuckles into the top of my head repeatedly. The more I tried to yell and wiggle away, the further in he dug his knuckles. Finally after what seemed like hours he stopped. I rubbed my head to ease the sting. "You asshole. Did you really just give me a noggie? You are so immature." "You stared it." He was trying to bite back his laughter.
"What are we- in third grade?"
"No. In third grade you were throwing worms down my pants." I laughed as I recalled that day.
We were at recess, before Christian started going to his fancy privet school. He was pushing Lissa on the swing. I was jealous of the way he was making her laugh, so I dug in the flower bed in the middle of the playground until I found a big, slimy worm. I think I named him Timmy.
Anyways, I snuck up behind Christian and thrust the worm down his pants. He jumped around and swatted at his pants until Timmy flew out his pant leg.
Christian glared at me then tackled me to the ground. We pulled each other's hair while Lissa and the recess monitors tried to tare us apart. Finally I brought my knee up to his 'jewels' and put so much power behind it he flew three feet in the air and landed beside me in the concrete, moaning and hissing in pain.
I laughed as the monitors hauled me away to the principles office.
I laughed for a good five minutes while Christian just stood there and watched me, with an odd smile on his face. When I ran out of breath and stood up straight I was surprised to find Christian right in front of me, a breath away.
Then, suddenly he whipped his arms around me and kissed me.
