They all agreed that it would be best if they went back to their respective homes rather than Tom and Carl's, so Nita and Dairine appeared in their backyard with only the faint pop of displaced air to accompany them. It was a beautiful night. The wispy clouds that partially obscured the nearly full moon we imbued with a sort of subtle luminescence, and the warm breeze carried the songs of crickets on its back.
"Do you think he'll kill us?" Dairine asked, jerking her head toward the house.
"Probably," Nita answered, taking her sister's hand with a wry smile. To her surprise, her sister didn't yank her hand away, and together they made their way into the silent house.
Kit woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. The cause of it was most likely all the screaming his mother had done last night, in Spanish and English both, but he didn't really care. He was probably on house arrest, too, but he didn't really care about that either. He had never been so happy to be yelled at in his life. After his mother had run out of breath, he went over to her and hugged her, and his dad, too, who was just standing there with a mildly amused expression on his face.
"I love you guys," Kit said, and went up to bed.
Now, of course, he realized he had a problem. Well, more than one, actually, but the one at the top of his list was Nita. Were they back together? He didn't think so, but the way she had hugged him yesterday, and allowed him to comfort her…No. He was just letting his hopes run away with him. They were just friends, and that's all they ever would be now, because of his own stupidity.
But…what if he was wrong? What if she'd forgiven him, was ready to get back together, and was now hurt because he was ignoring her? He shot a panicked glance at the clock. What if she was just sitting alone in her house, with no one but Dairine and her no doubt furious father to talk to?
Kit got dressed in a hurry.
He was walking down the street thinking about what he was going to say to Nita when it happened. He didn't even hear the screech of brakes until it was too late. Too late for a spell, too late to jump out of the way, too late even for his life to flash before his eyes. He might have liked that. Seeing Nita one last time.
As it was, the last thing he heard before impact was the sound of her scream.
A/N: I know I must be killing you with these short chapters…sorry. I'm not deliberately trying to milk anything, that's just the way they're turning out. Also, I apologize for the cliffhanger. Is this the end for Kit? What do you think? Review and let me know!