A/N: Thank you to Queen Lucy of Awesomeness for reviewing. already the sixth chapter! R&R please
Disclaimer: I don't own Coraline, duh...
Chapter 6
Austin woke up in his regular guest bedroom, with white chipping paint and a creaky floor.
When I said I wanted to go home, this wasn't what I meant, he thought.
Reluctantly he got out of bed and went down stairs for breakfast. He now noticed how bad the flat was, last night it looked new and clean, now it looked old with a layer of dust on everything. He couldn't help but feel disappointed with his new home.
"Morning Austin, sleep well?" Mrs. Jones asked as he entered the kitchen. Coraline was sitting across from her.
"Yeah, I guess, but I had this weird dream," he said getting himself some orange juice.
"Really?" Coraline asked, jumping into the conversation, "What was it about?"
"Well, there was this lady with button eyes and a big dinner, but I was probably just hungry when I went to bed," Austin said, making sure to add the part about him being hungry for a cover.
"Oh, really," Mrs. Jones said.
"Interesting," Coraline said, she was acting pretty weird.
Austin poured himself some orange juice and got a bowl for cereal, once he got his Frosted Flakes he sat down and started eating.
"Austin, why don't you go and say hello to our neighbors," Mrs. Jones proposed taking a sip of her coffee.
"But didn't you say the blue man was crazy and those old fortunetellers were wack-jobs?" Austin asked with his mouth full. His manners were one thing that made him believe last night was a dream.
Mrs. Jones stood up, nodded, and left the room.
Austin looked to Coraline, "What are you going to do Caroline?"
"Be as far away from you as possible," she said and left the kitchen.
Austin just shrugged and finished his breakfast.
He got dressed into cargo jeans, a t-shirt that said "Bite Me" on the front, his black and green sneakers, and his loose jeans jacket, and headed out. He decided to go to the attic flat, where the crazy blue man lived.
Austin ascended the stairs, soon he was in front of the door. Before he could knock a man with a Russian accent's voice boomed, "Intruder! Trying to take peek an mushkas!"
Austin spun around to see a large, tall blue man with a tangled handlebar mustache hanging upside down in front of him. The man did a back flip and landed on his feet.
"I-I'm not an intruder, I-I'm Austin Jones, I just came yesterday," he stuttered. He hadn't even realized this was the first time he'd referred to himself as a 'Jones'.
"I did not not the Jones wife had baby, no?" the blue man said, balancing on the railing by one hand.
"No, she doesn't. I was adopted," Austin clarified.
"Oh, so sorry," the blue man said, flipping up into the air and landing with one foot on the railing, "I am the Amazing Bobinsky, but you may call me Mr. B, because Amazing I already know that I am."
Austin was dumbfounded, "Well, what are mushkas?"
"Mice!" M. B exclaimed, "For Jumping Mouse Circus!"
"Jumping Mice?" Austin repeated, "For your circus." Okay, this place is weird, he thought.
"Well, must go, dasvidanya, Author!" he said disappearing in an array of flips and somersaults over the roof.
"Au-stin," Austin corrected.
Austin reluctantly rushed down the stairs to the basement flat, he looked down at the "DO NOT WHISTLE INSIDE" mat. Out of curiosity he whistled. Scottish Terriers snarled and scratched at the door, scaring Austin.
"I'm guessing that's why you don't whistle," Austin mumbled to himself.
A short elderly woman with curled pink hair answered the door, "Why, hello young man," she greeted, "Merriam! A young gentleman is here to sell us something."
"Tell him to go away April! I'm busy!"
The woman opened her mouth o yell something back when Austin cut in, "Oh, I'm not a salesman. I'm Austin Jones, I just came yesterday."
"Oh, then come in, come in deary," she said, "I'm Miss Spink, and that old bat is Miss Forcible."
"Miss Spink and Forcible?" Austin repeated as he entered the flat, already regretting coming.
The Scottish Terrier dogs jumped at Austin, trying to play, but Austin wasn't in the mood. He took a seat on the couch, but the dogs still followed, they hopped up onto the couch and continued to try and get Austin to play with them. Even if most of them looked like it would take them an hour to fetch a ball. One locked his cheek and another sniffed his jacket, the rest of them rested at his feet and some went to circle Miss Spink's chair.
"Merriam, put the kettle on!" Miss Spink called, "Prepare some oolong tea."
"No, I think he'd prefer Jasmine," Miss Forcible argued.
"No, oolong," Miss Spink insisted.
"I just want hot chocolate," Austin interrupted.
"Jasmine it is then!" Miss Forcible declared and disappeared into the kitchen.
"So, Mrs. Jones said that you're...fortunetellers?" Austin tried as he stroked a terrier's sleek black fur.
"Why yes," Miss Spink said. She turned around to get something behind her, and Austin bolted out the door just as Miss Forcible came in with the tea.
Once he was outside he grumbled, "Crazy dingbats."
He jumped down the hill, lifting fog off the ground as he jumped. Something jumped on his head, startling him as he tumbled down the hill. He landed on his back, staring into big icy blue eyes.
"S-sorry kid, he j-just jumped off my b-bike I don't know what h-happened!" a boy with curly brown hair stuttered.
The cat slowly blinked at Austin and jumped off of him and onto the boy's shoulders.
"I'm Wybie, Wybie Lovat," he said helping Austin up, "It's short for Wybourne, thank you v-very much."
"Wybie? You know, I'm not even going to ask," Austin decided, "I'm Austin, Austin-just Austin."
"Ah, the n-new Jones kid," Wybie said.
"I'm not a Jones," Austin snapped.
You cannot deny what you are, you can only accept it, a calm, low voice said in his mind.
He looked at the cat, it only nodded slowly.
"I must be out of my mind," Austin grumbled.
"Huh? What are you saying? You're making no sense!" Wybie asked.
Austin shook his head, "Never mind, I'll see you later Why-were-you-born." He punched him in the arm and headed inside. Avoiding the icy stare of a certain black cat.
"Pfft, and you say you're not a Jones," Wybie mumbled as he got on his bike and rode off.
A/N: Sorry for not updating soon enough, it was my birthday June 28 and I've been busy this past week. And this chapter was pretty long. R&R please?