Sept 22, 17
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"Look at or observe attentively, typically over a period of time..."
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No One's Perspective-
Leaning against the couch's back, she smiled calmly towards the television screen. The spoon scraped against the bowl before shoveling its contents between her teeth. Her brow raised towards the screen, a woman walking through the kitchen dismally. "Oh he'll never love me!" she wept. Rolling her eyes, the television soon switched black, her empty bowl proving no use. Shuffling towards the kitchen, she scratched her shoulder, placing the silverware and dish into the sink.
The half-Latina lifted her attention, barking, "Tori! Hurry-up! We have school in forty minutes!"
"Alright! Alright!" came the sister's call, "Jesus Trina, you normally take ages and you're now yelling at me? I just got out of the shower!"
"Why did you just get out?" Trina spat back.
"Because you told me that beauty takes time!"
"Yours doesn't!" the elder sister bellowed back, arms crossed.
"And yet yours obviously takes hours! I'll be down in five minutes!" Trina bit her bottom lip, grimacing at the words; perhaps she should have said a different sentence that didn't entail that her own beauty - which she was adamant about - took more time to perfect than that of her sister's. Nevertheless, her steps elongated towards the stairs, halting once the doorbell's gentle call rang through the room. Groaning savagely, Trina marched her way towards the door, quickly glancing up the stairs. In a couple of clicks, the door was pulled open, revealing two sharp-suited men standing at the door.
Her stomach churned morbidly as the taller of the two - standing to the right with sleek, platinum hair running to his shoulders - greeted her with a grueling voice. Both stared with a false smile each, both wicked in their own right. The taller man watched with what could have been kind eyes if it weren't for the stark grey veining through green. Meanwhile, the other stood with his hands behind his back, black suit matching the partner's as dark, gleaming eyes shone with a subtle red flare.
She blinked nervously at the two elves - unmistakably elves as she's seen too many alike before - hairs prickling against the collar of her shirt relentlessly.
"Why hello miss," the left bowed with a Cheshire grin, "How may you do this fine morning?" Dark eyes sept passed the two, glancing at the ominous clouds behind. Her brain racked against her skull, prompting the gears to slowly turn.
"Uh... ¿De Donde eres?" she wheezed.
The right elf blinked, furrowing his brows. He turned towards the other, glaring in a mild shock. "Er... Would you like to talk with us out here for a moment? We want to ask a few questions...we're new here," the second elf - a brunette - continued.
"¿Eres de la NASA?" Trina garbled wildly, her thoughts ramming into one another to squeeze through her teeth all at once.
"She doesn't speak English, Morten," the first muttered, "We have to go about it a different way."
Growling, the second snapped, "Do you speak English? At all?"
"No- no much English... No speak English much," Trina waved her arms.
Sighing, Morten rolled his eyes. "Alright," he sneered, displeasure lacing his mellow tone, "Would you like to come out here and talk to us?" Trina narrowed her eyes at his slow speaking, his hands gesturing towards the concrete beside him. Trina blinked dumbly at him, Morten growling distastefully. "We talk," he tried again, "Out here we stand. Got it?"
Rapidly shaking her head, Trina babbled as she pointed to her bare feet, "No quiero mis pies sucios, el suelo está sucio, así que me quedo aquí." She gestured towards the ground frantically, both of the elves taking a long breath. Both excused themselves for a moment, shuffling several yards from the door.
"Just ask her if this is the Vega household!" the first barked quietly, Trina hearing her heart thump erratically behind her ear. "We'll come back later if we have to, we just need to make sure at this point."
"Scylla and Charybdis said to get her tonight you idiot!" Morten snapped quietly, Trina furrowing her brows.
"Well, that's not going to happen in broad daylight if we don't even know where they are!"
"The address set is here, not anywhere else," the brunette glared towards the plating hanging along the wall.
Rolling his eyes, the blond growled, "But we have those documents which are a decade old. They could have moved."
"Alright, alright, fine! We'll see with this crazy girl if they are here," Morten grumbled, marching towards the door. "Okay now..." he started, "Is this the Vega house? And speak English."
Nodding, the teen muttered in a broken form of the language wanted, "House? House? Si, house." Morten groaned, the other coming up behind him.
"Well, she knows what house means..." he admitted quietly.
"So ask her!"
Clearing his throat, Morten asked, "So, is this the Vega house?"
"Vega? Vega? House Vega?" Trina repeated, shaking her head wildly, "No, no... Lopez house, this Lopez house."
As the second fumed, his face contorting into a deep shade of red, the first shook his head slowly. Raising a hand, he passed the shorter of the two, asking quietly, "Do you have family who speaks better English?"
"No, no," Trina shook her head, beads of sweat forming at her palms, "I speak English for family. I still being teached." She internally grimaced, vaguely reminding herself the resemblance of her and derogatory videos online; videos, which, she had laughed at anyhow. Her eyes widened as she held up a finger, muttering, "Sister knows some...she'll help," as floorboards creaked at the top of the stairs, the elves unaware. Nodding calmly, the first glanced at the other, Morten sputtering at the ease of communication.
Turning around, Trina barked, "¡No bajes! ¡No bajes! ¡Grítame desde arriba de las escaleras, pero no te atrevas a bajar, o veraz!"
Catching the drift, Tori snarled, "¿Por que no debería bajar? ¿Quién chingaos esta en la puerta?!"
"Te lo dire después, solo no bajes, quiero que me esperes!" Trina barked in an accusatory tone, waving her hands in aggression. Scoffing, she twisted around, muttering to the two, "Stupid, stupid... Won't help, too lazy."
"Okay..." the first nodded, adding, "Now long have you been at this house?"
"One...two month," Trina raised her fingers, index and pointer at her right hand.
Morten, his features calm once more, questioned, "Do you know where the Vega's are?"
"Vega?" Trina asked, "Vega gone, no Vega here. Only Lopez."
With a nod of finality, the first muttered, "Moved." Turning towards Trina, he gave a tight smile before adding, "Thank you miss... Hope the weather suits you well." With that, the two stormed off, Trina not moving until the sound of a van's engine - a black van no doubt - turned the corner, vanishing into the daylight.
The door clicked shut before locking, Trina then wheezing as she slid down the smooth surface. Steps crept down the steps hesitantly, Tori glancing down at her sister as she trembled violently against the door. "What's wrong? Who was here?" she asked, Trina shutting her eyes before placing her hands over her forehead.
"They know where we are," she whimpered quietly, "If dad or mom or you answered the door they'd know..." Tori's knees met the ground before her sister, eyes down at the crumpled figure.
"What?"
"I-I told them that we moved and a Lopez family lived here and- and, God Tori, they know," Trina blinked, eyes watering softly, "They were just here."
"What?" the singer repeated, "Who's here? D'you mean- D'you mean the- the hunters?" Trina nodded slowly, bringing a heavy weight at Tori's chest. She choked out a sob before backing into the couch, meeting the ground with a whine. "I- I don't...I don't want to be- to be taken and...and...fucking hell."
"Tori, Tori," Trina gasped, "Calm down a bit...we need to get to school-"
"How do you know they aren't watching us?" the half-Latina snapped, the older teen grimacing.
"I- I don't know, but they'd be idiots if they took anyone in bright daylight," she muttered, adding, "We'll take the busy road just to make sure. We need to tell mom and dad immediately... Better the whole group." Tori only buried her head between her knees, arms wrapped around herself. Quietly, Trina leaned forward, holding her little sister in her embrace, muttering sweet supports to keep the two calm.
"H-how did you get them to believe you?" Tori sobbed quietly, her shivering slowing as she detatched herself from her sister's shoulder.
"I don't think they really know there's two Vega daughters... I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't have much information on me; I'm not exactly a part of the Occult Elite and I'm not the witiko here," she mumbled, Tori grimacing.
"I guess dad was right," Tori murmured, "The little things are the ones that are going to hold them back... What kind of morons don't have anything on close relatives?" Trina merely shrugged, internally praising herself as her sister rested her chin on her shoulder. "Thank you Trina..." she muffled, the eldest nodding.
"Come on...let's go. I'll tell the others once we get to school," Trina promised, the two getting to their feet. On sudden alert, both scrambled for their bags and other various items, strides bounding towards the car sitting outside against the curb. Tori slipped in quickly, eyes down to her lap. Glancing at the side mirror, Trina bit her lip, knowing they'd be late. Even so, she pressed on with the engine grumbling, going to path vowed for the sake of her trembling sister beside her.
-(:)-
The empty hall stood in a desolate silence, the door clicking with the girls' footsteps the only couple things splicing through the atmosphere. "Just get to class, I'll call them quickly," Trina motioned, the youngest nodding before darting down the hall. Breathing softly, Trina leaned against her own locker, teeth gnawing at her inner cheeks as the phone rang.
"Trina? Aren't you supposed to be at school?" came a gruff answer, the girl heaving a quick sigh.
"I am at school," she muttered, "But this is urgent. I already tried calling my dad and mom but they won't pick up."
The man behind the line hummed thoughtfully. "Well, they are at their jobs..."
"Anyway, I need to tell you something important, so...could you tell them?"
"Me?"
Scoffing, Trina growled, "Yes Travis! You! It's urgent to know for the sake of Tori's life!"
Travis sighed quickly, asking, "Alright, what is it?"
"Don't have that bored tone with me! Who signed you up to answer the phone anyway?"
"Your dad... Said it'll help me with communication," he answered smoothly.
"It's not working."
"Well, obviously not."
Trina gripped her forehead, closing her eyes as she exhaled through her nose. "Someone came to the door this morning after I ate my breakfast and -"
"Let me guess...the new pair of studded stilettoes you bought," Travis mumbled lamely.
"- I answered to two elves... And what the hell is wrong with you, you jackass?!" she spat, Travis flinching on the other side of the line.
Clearing his throat, the man quickly asked seriously, "What the hell do you mean by 'two elves?' They don't go knocking on everyone's door like Jahovah's witnesses!"
"And what's telling us they don't?" Trina growled, adding, "We've been having trouble finding out where they are and how then when they're kidnapping everyone! These two came up to the door and I just spat Spanish gibberish at them to go away!"
"I keep forgetting you actually speak Spanish... Now how the hell did you do that?"
"They were asking if my house was our house and I said we moved and that a Lopez family was residing now," Trina explained. The teen shook abruptly once footsteps sounded from the hall. She immediately grimaced upon recognizing them; Mr. Dickers wasn't good company. Cringing, her own steps shuffled towards the janitor's closet, the door shutting quietly just as the vice principal strolled by, whistling what sounded like Let it Shine.
"M'kay... Now they did believe you right?"
"I don't think they recognized me," Trina shot a quick glance around the room, sighing in relief once she hadn't seen any janitor. "But yeah, I think so."
Travis, scratching his long beard, muttered, "Well, they aren't going to be fooled for long...if they have the proper documents."
"They did actually say something about them...one of them was talking about how what they had was ten years old," the teen murmured quietly, still hesitant about being caught.
"Right...right..." Travis hummed, "We best be careful... We can't exactly have you moved out with all of the shit hiding in the basement. It'd be a nightmare if we forgot some or lost any during a move." Trina nodded solemnly, the man continuing. "Well, thanks for telling me. I'll get this information to the rest."
"Thank-you," Trina replied, breathlessly.
"No problem," came an answer before the line went dead. As she pocketed the pear-phone, Trina breathed slowly, feeling the heavy weight on her chest lifted - only barely.
-(:)-
Its shrieked marked the usual sequence of the school's periods, marking the end of the first class. Jade pushed herself from her seat, ignoring the snickers behind her as the small group recounted the several humorous scenes from the film presented that day. While in the mist of their laughter, the goth roamed through the room, striding promptly through the door to melt into the swarm of people heading to their individual second - or first if their schedule was awkward - period. Her eyes traveled calmly along the walls as she turned various corners, finding herself beside the closed, calculus door.
"So, wait, do you mean that the clown killed Jamie? I thought Jennifer did," a mellow voice drew her attention to the side, two boys leaning against the lockers, reviewing the recent horror movie released. With a small sneer, Jade whipped into the classroom once the door creaked open, not even waiting as students filed to stride out; she'd wanted to see the movie herself.
Once seating herself in her usual spot, Jade flicked her eyes along the board, heaving a soft breath. The board read, 'Work on the worksheets from Monday. 1st, 2nd and 3rd period, be good for the substitute. And for 4th, if I'm not there, be good. :)'
Rolling her eyes at the small smile scrawled beside the words, the thespian pulled out her notebook, mechanical pencil in hand. Luckily, most of the problems were already completed, leaving only half a page to do. As her pencil began scratching along the paper, students shuffled to their seats, some groaning at the board, making plans to do the opposite as recommended. The substitute, as Jade noted subconsciously, hadn't walked back into the classroom just yet. Even so, she carried on with her ministrations, completing two problems already.
'Seventeen to go,' she internally drawled.
However, her pencil stopped for a fraction of a second once a bag was dropped on the ground beside her, pale eyes sweeping to her left. Setting her gaze back to the paper, Jade asked, "Trina a nuisance this morning?" With a question done and no answer, the thespian lifted her head, finding Tori fidgeting, her hands running through her hair as she nervously gazed down at her paper. "What's wrong?"
"Hmm?" the half-Latina hummed, glancing to her right. "Oh, erm... I'm fine, just having a weird day," she chuckled quietly, eyes perceiving quite the opposite.
"Vega..." Jade drawled, arching an eyebrow. As Tori remained hesitant, drawn back to her work, the goth cocked her head to the side. "Tori...what's wrong?" Shaking her head, Tori breathed 'not now,' silencing the other teen. Nodding slowly, Jade jumped in her seat once a thunderous roar sounded from the front of the room, bringing Tori's just-as-anxious gaze with the other students.
"Alright little scums!" Mr. Dickers barked ruthlessly, "The substitute from the first period found herself 'sick' -" he air quoted "- and had to go back home. So, now I'm watching all of you delenquints..." His coal eyes made their way to the two girls from before, narrowing in disgust. "And my eyes'll be on you two in particular...especially from what you pulled the last three detentions."
"'Oh,'" Jade mocked quietly, just enough for Tori to hear, "'And my eyes'll be on you two in particular...especially from what you pulled the last three detentions...' What? Didn't like sour milk in your Star Wars metal lunch box?" The singer chortled lightly, teeth flashing a quick smile before the class was ordered to get back to work.
"And no talking!" he barked, quieting the lone question of the nervous boy at front who'd wondered if they could follow the teacher's usual protocol. And so, the class remained silent, jotting down their work - even those who hadn't had that in mind beforehand. Jade, having finished her own several minutes before the bell, kept her gaze around, constantly flicking back towards the girl beside her. She watched as Tori pressed on through her least favorite subject - one that Jade never really opposed to - with her eyes moving about the pages intently. Jade knew Tori still wanted that 'A,' even with the difficulties with the subject.
As time blossomed within her time in her fantasies, the bell did eventually ring, excusing all from their seats as the vice principal remained in his seat, eyes down at his phone. With both girls striding out the door, Jade grunted quickly, snatching the singer's wrist. "Closet-now," she snapped, Tori blinking in puzzlement.
"But- But Sikowitz-"
"Now," Jade ordered, dragging the other behind her through the swarm of people. Opening a door - not one to the main hall but a janitor's closet used nonetheless - Jade trudged Tori inside.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not throw me in here!" the half-Latina muttered hotly, adding, "I may be able to lift four-hundred pounds but the walls still hurt."
Gasping, Jade rolled her eyes. "Oh quit being a big wuss, you're the one with horns sticking out of her head like a battering ram." Doe eyes glared through the dimly lit room, eyes carefully blinking around for any other person. Luckily, however, the closet chosen was the smallest of the five, the two girls barely able to not brush against each other. "Now," Jade began in a softer tone, "What happened? You said you'd tell." Nodding, Tori gripped her biceps carefully, sinking back against the wall as the goth fell to her knees in unison. "Tori?"
Jade inhaled sharply as arms abruptly wrapped around her collar, awkwardly pulling her into a tight embrace. With her own hands locked behind Tori's lower back, the half-Latina explained in a croak, "Well...uh, some people knocked on the door and Trina answered..."
"Who?" Jade whispered softly.
"Th-the Witiko Hunters," Tori sobbed quietly, "And- And they came for me but Trina confused them and got them to leave but...but..." Jade furrowed her brow as her neck grew wet, hot tears burning her ring of scars. She grimaced, careful not to move the distressed girl either way. She hushed her quietly, rocking Tori slowly before the closet grew silent.
"Hey," she whispered, asking, "Do you want to go to a park after lunch?"
"Don't want them to find me," Tori rasped, startled.
"I mean where nobody could find us, just to sit and talk some...just to get everything off your mind," Jade offered, Tori hesitantly nodding. "We can drive out a little further along the beach, right? I know this restricted site where they'd shoot anybody wondering around...m'kay?"
"And you expect us to be fine?"
Shrugging as the half-Latina pulled away, Jade murmured, "We would be fine once we pull the bullets out, right? Unless they're rusty." Tori giggled softly, the goth brushing a loose hair from her face. "That, and they don't shoot wolves..."
"Oh, okay," Tori grinned, "Now what about ones with horns?"
"Just run fast enough where they don't see them," Jade offered, Tori sighing softly. "Now come on, we have to get to class."
"Alright," Tori nodded, getting to her feet as Jade reached for the door. Stepping out to the deserted corridor, the goth turned as Tori stumbled with eyes sheepishly glancing at her. "Uh..."
"Wearing clown shoes?" Jade muttered, unimpressed. Tori merely shrugged, following the goth as they made their way to class.
Once their steps trailed to Sikowitz' room, the teacher wasn't to be seen. Turning to Beck who lounged in his chair, Tori mumbled, "Er, is he here today?"
"He's hiding in the box over there trying to scare Andre," he gestured towards a shivering cardboard box in the corner.
Furrowing her brows, the goth growled, "Why? Seems stupid."
"Oh it is," the Canadian agreed, Robbie and Cat nodding along as various other students only glanced at the Home Depot label on the side, "Though he wants to see if Andre can act better as someone who's being scared than actually scaring people."
"Makes sense," Jade mumbled, seating herself in an empty chair beside her ex while Tori took the spot beside Cat. Eyes glided towards the back door as it opened cautiously.
The box rattled in annoyance, the teacher's voice rasping, "Quiet down children! You can't be talking and yapping about me in a box!"
Smirking, the musician stood with his arms crossed, eyes surveying the box in front of him. "Hi Sikowitz," Andre greeted, the teacher yelping before hauling himself from the cardboard's confines.
"God, you kids and not being able to be scared!" Sikowitz cursed, folding his arms.
"Aww... Is someone pouting?" Tori asked with a smile.
"It's stupid," Jade chipped in, few others nodding along.
The teacher glanced around the room, his scowl creasing his features. "No..." Even so, he got up to his feet, brushing off his long various shirts. "Now come on kids, let's carry on with the lesson."
-(:)-
"God that was a nightmare," Andre muttered, shouldering his bag as his strides followed that of Tori's. She nodded in agreement, ears still ringing from the sudden fire alarm. "You think they might have changed them a bit?" he turned to his best-friend, scratching his ears.
"Maybe a little," Tori laughed, halting at the end of the short line before the Festus' truck. "Oh look, he added that weird sandwich he promised," she jerked her chin towards the food list.
Frowning, he murmured, "Ah yeah, he did... You going to buy it?"
"Why not?"
Both shared a knowing grin, stepping languidly as the line moved forward, the students handling food eagerly setting off to their tables. Once up at the window, Festus poked his head out, asking for the orders. "Erm, two of the tuna sandwiches," Andre fished for his wallet, Tori lightly whacking his arm. "I can get it," he grinned as their food was rummaged for, "I got a paycheck."
"Oh," the half-Latina raised her brows brightly, "Wait, did you get the job?"
"Uh huh. I mean, it's not going to be for a while...it's only folding Christmas presents at the mall but it'll do- Thanks," he nodded, giving the money before receiving food. Festus waved them off as Andre described his duties which were surprisingly strict. "A fucking elf hat... Who the hell would want to wear that? Anyway, what are you doing for the break?"
Shrugging as she slid her bag from her shoulder, seating herself at an empty table - their usual spot taken - she answered, "Dunno... We'll have a quiet Christmas I think but, I mean, not much else."
"Fair enough, fair enough," Andre bit into his sandwich, his expression slow to come. "This isn't bad actually..."
"Yeah..." Tori muffled, taking another bite. Once giving a glance towards the smiling musician, she rolled her eyes. "Alright, what is it? What are you doing over break?"
"How d'you know?" he widened his eyes with a cheeky grin. Tori scoffed with a sharing smile, Andre giving in. "Well...I may be seeing a girl before Christmas..."
"Do tell, do tell," Tori prodded, the teen giving a hearty laugh in turn.
"Well, alright, so my neighbor is going out of town for the week and his daughter, Alexandria -"
"Uh huh..."
"- will be staying. So," he shrugged, "We planned to go out and she may or may not take me to her place."
Raising a brow, Tori folded her arms. "Oh, okay...I see, you're going to -" Andre nodded, practically bouncing excitedly in his seat "- watch some TV and chill for the night!"
"You know this is why you'll never get laid before college," Andre growled teasingly, Tori scoffing hotly.
With her hands on her hips, she asked, "Now what is that supposed to mean? I can round up anyone with these hips?"
"That are straight from your shoulders to your knees?"
"Andre!" Tori whacked his shoulder, the musician laughing.
"I'm kidding, jeez... But seriously," he waved over incoming traffic, "I don't think you'll find yourself under the sheets with anyone 'till college. Or you get wasted at one of those Northridge parties."
"Okay, two things... One, not a virgin and two, I've already drank alcohol before."
Choking on his new bite, Andre coughed, "Jesus Tori! Before me? Now, for the latter, you do mean sipping on wine that your mom let you have when you're thirteen, right?"
Holding her sandwich, Tori muttered, "You can say that..."
"Now please don't tell me it was with Ryder, please. That dude's ego is a thousand times bigger than his dick probably," Andre wheezed.
"Oh," Tori glanced towards the goth as she settled with her coffee, pale eyes leveled with a mischevious smirk, "It wasn't him."
"The other kid; the one that you sprayed cheese with?"
"Yeah, Vega, got all desperate and horny before coming to Hollywood Arts? Back of his mom's mini van?" she snorted, Tori crossing her arms whilst Beck slowly took his seat.
As the half-Latina retorted her response, he asked, "Uh... Who's doing Eleanor and Park thing here?"
The conversation halted morbidly, three heads turning slowly towards Beck as he sunk in his seat, a small blush crossing his cheeks. "Have you seriously read that?" Andre cocked his head, folding his arms.
"It was a bad White Elephant, okay? And my mom made me read it before I moved to my trailer," Beck immediately stammered defensively.
Scoffing, Jade grumbled, "Well now I know where you got the inspiration from for our first time..."
"We were young!"
"It was just a year ago!" Jade snapped, adding, "Jesus Christ Beck! Read Fifty Shades of Grey before asking for my scissors and handcuffs?"
"Wait," Tori furrowed her brows, "Why do you have handcuffs?"
"I bet your dad has plenty of those," Jade snorted.
"He's a police officer!"
The table halted in their small, lighthearted bickering once a tire rolled across the courtyard, Sinjin and Burf racing after it with Sikowitz barking orders. "I swear you two are the worst at handling props! And where's my coconut I asked for Burf?"
"You didn't tell me any-"
"He's just having a bad day Burf!" Sinjin reminded his friend, still hiking his gangly body after the loose tire.
Moments passed, allowing for the several tables to go back to their chatter. "What the hell is wrong with our school?" Tori wondered, the three others muttering their individual remarks. With that, each dove in to their food, briefly greeting Cat and Robbie as they joined the table. With their own trays out, the two continued their discussion over the ending of the popular show, Dancing Bears. None really listened, however, keeping to their foods before Andre had pushed his tray away, patting his stomach.
"Nine out of ten would buy again," he grinned, Tori raising a brow.
"Why not a ten?" she asked.
"Eh," he hummed, "The cheese is a bit off but other than that it's good."
Nodding her understanding, Tori glanced over as Beck wiped his mouth, stomach full with his pizza. "Well, I do have some news," he brought in, the rest listening intently - and Jade continued to chomp on her burrito. "So, I brought my truck in to have a little check up," he quirked a brow towards Tori who shrugged sheepishly, "And was able to get everything fixed."
"That's good...my dad could-"
"Nah," he waved, "My dad was the one who looked at it. Said it wasn't expensive enough to pay him."
Furrowing her brows, the half-Latina muttered, "But it kinda ran into a tree..."
"Didn't hit it though," Jade replied, adding, "If my memory serves correctly anyway."
Setting his puppet - since Rex was indeed a puppet - Robbie asked, "So, wait...I don't think I'm getting this... So Trina nearly trashed the car because you two had a stomach bug? How the hell would that happen?"
Snorting, Jade muttered, "Some stomach bug," underneath her breath. She yelped quietly once a quick foot stamped on her own, pale eyes glaring to the singer beside her; she'd forgotten that Tori was strong. "Well," she cleared her throat, turning to Beck, "You could ask that to Trina yourself."
The actor bobbed his head, smirking lightly. "Well, speak of the devil." And indeed Trina came, arms full of her bags and food. Her expression was neutral, finding her sister at the table.
"Make room for me," she grunted, voice tainted with a false sense of normality as she squeezed in between the ex couple, Beck sliding for room.
"You know...there is room over here," Andre gestured towards the empty seat beside Cat.
Shuffling nervously, Beck muttered, "It's fine..." He twisted towards Trina, a brow arched. "So, how did you scratch my car again? Tori said you almost ran into a tree..."
"There was some jackass in the neighborhood and pulled out when I wasn't expecting," Trina mumbled smoothly, the lie easily taken. "But did you get it fixed?"
"Sure did," he nodded. "Do you guys want to see it?" All chirped their answer, shuffling for their bags as Beck stood from his seat. With the majority finished with their food, Trina still snacking on her salad, all followed him as he dove his fist into his pocket. Pulling out his keys as they weaved through the parking lot, his truck beeped loyally. "See?" he leaned against it proudly.
"It's all clean and nice!" Cat exclaimed, rubbing her sleeve along the bumper.
"Cool," Andre grinned, Robbie parroting the motion before stumbling over the curb.
"Got the front tires replaced, the back ones are fine, just needed to get some mud out... Erm, got it cleaned obviously but needed to do that for a while. Let's see..." Beck searched through his explanations, eyes wondering for the new additions, "Got a new bobble head in the front." The group chuckled at the nodding Hawaiian Beagle with a ukulele in its paws, drooping eyes creased with an awkward wide smile. "Uh...and, oh, and I got the back seat stitched right up too... You can see the stitching but I'll just say it adds character."
"What in Christ's name did you girls do to his car?" Andre spun towards the trio, all staring with wide eyes. "Trina, did you scuff up the road that hard that it's seat popped a vessel?"
Giving a small grin, she shook her head. "I don't actually know how that happened...do you?"
As Jade gave the same answer, Tori mumbled, "Well... I- I don't really know actually. But hey! You got your car fixed up and ready to go! And you have a little Bobbin' Buddy."
"Bobbin' Buddy...like the name," Beck folded his arms, nodding towards the newly named pal. All glanced towards the school as the bell rung, Trina giving a forceful complaint about having to eat in class again. "Well, we'll have to get to class then," he sighed, locking his prized possession. Once he found Tori and Jade not leaving the curb, he tilted his head to the side. "Uh...what are you two doing?"
"Ditching," Jade muttered, quickly adding, "Had Vega bet on a show Saturday and she got it wrong so now we're doing what I'd like to do."
"Alright...I'll get your homeworks then," he nodded, waving the two off before jogging over to join the others.
Giving a short laugh, the thespian began to stroll towards her own set of wheels. "What?" Tori hummed, dodging a racing student as he bounded for class, bag of lunch in his hands.
"I swear you're making me a dreadful liar," Jade murmured, gesturing towards her neck. Both slowed their pace at her car, Jade's hands roaming for her keys.
"It does get easier," the half-Latina sighed uneasily. "Anyway," she continued with her hand on the handle, "Where are we going?"
"Northwood Cabins," Jade answered, the car unlocking. Her gaze blinked up once the car remained closed, awaiting the passengers to enter. "What?" she asked as Tori furrowed her brows with a small smile.
Shaking her head, Tori mumbled, "Nothing," slipping into her seat. Not taking that as an answer, the goth closed the door behind her once she seated herself, brow arched with her arms crossed. "What?"
"Oh come on..." Jade prompted, the engine starting to rumble, "What is it about Northwood Cabins? Not your style?"
Chuckling, the half-Latina admitted, "Well...I was a bit nervous about the park but Northwood Cabins is really safe."
"Really?" Jade snorted, "They have a murder case there at least once a decade."
"Not like that," Tori hummed, "And most of them aren't murder."
"Really? What about the Weiser, Hatchmen and Fourtner families? They go up in flames and walk out?"
Smirking to herself, Tori managed to suppress a laugh, stifling it with her sleeve. "No Jade, Northwood Cabins is owned by a rather protective vampire," she muttered, "And most of the times, they're either turned to a werewolf or vampire."
"What logic's that?" Tori only shrugged, murmuring something about the protective vampire not being one of the most morally clean. Leaving the matter be, the Lycan pulling out from the parking spot. She found herself not having too much trouble - as she'd done this several times the year prior - eyes steady on the road. The half-Latina sat calmly in the seat beside her, Jade's thoughts betraying herself for a split second; she found it odd how Tori, the angelic angel, would be sitting in her car, ditching. Though, as she remembered clearly, Tori wasn't as well behaved as most would've taken her for - not that Jade was necessarily one to judge.
She internally chuckled at the thought, body mindlessly driving down the road with the half-Latina watching the buildings go past. Clearing her throat, she turned to the driver. "So, how did you know about Northwood Cabins?" she asked, Jade blinking in mild surprise.
"Oh, erm...my dad used to take me and my brother up there with my mom," she explained, "That, though, was before he got the raise and divorced my mom so...yeah. I can still remember the cabin he used to take us to; it's one of the reserved ones owned by my uncle."
Nodding, Tori settled to the back of her seat, replying, "I've never been up there. Trina says its nice from the few people who invited her from some parties."
"I wouldn't patronize her for that. Lucky she got to go up," Jade muttered honestly; she also didn't deny the fact that she'd significantly warmed up to Trina since October. "Whenever I'd, uh, I'd go up there, I'd always sneak outside at night and just look at the moon..." she hummed quietly.
Tori nodded softly, a small smile flickering. "I do miss it...a lot really but, I don't think I've seen it face to face without my medication," she murmured, adding, "I'd just like to run out their turned and just do whatever."
"Why can't you?" the thespian asked softly.
Sighing, the half-Latina murmured, "It's too much of a risk." Nothing else was added to the comment, Jade remaining quiet as the car trucked on.
-(:)-
Trees raced along the road, doe eyes flicking with a calm aura around the teen. She breathed softly as the internal conflict on whether or not to tell her parents was such a good idea. For one, they'd know she skipped almost half of school and Holly would be able to smell the pine. On the other hand, she could say she wasn't two hours away, and just spent the day out in the wooded area around the house. 'No, then that would make Jade look like she was just throwing me out in the open,' her thoughts chided, Tori heaving a quiet breath. Perhaps she should just say where she was just to get it done with.
Wheels eased to a slow halt, eyes blinking as the car clicked with its left arrow, pale eyes shifting to the sides of the road. Turning the corner, Tori watched as the wheels rolled into the depths of the nature around them. Musty water filled her nostrils, brows furrowed as her attention was set down towards the twisting path down below. "The cabin's down further...we'll have to walk over," Jade muttered, the half-Latina slowly nodding.
"Okay...we're going in the cabin?"
"Well, I think it'd be best if we left our clothes there and took quick showers after," Jade mumbled, adding, "And you could see the lake and field right out in the open." The car stopped at the small parking space, the engine hushing as doors slammed at the side of it. Tori grinned, finding herself ecstatic with the wondering critters all around; she should have known that the cabin would resemble Jade's personality - secluded. Once eyes were set on the wooden cabin below, stone lining much of the architectural piece, an odd sigh or relief came from her. "What?" Jade arched a brow, steps coming to an abrupt stop once Tori had taken a moment to ravish in the scenery around her. "Staring at the Mona Lisa?"
With the slight damper in her observations, Tori glared towards the goth. "It's just pretty, that's all," she mumbled, following the snickers before her.
"Come on," Jade jerked her head, "Let's go." Both girls followed the trail, eyes glancing at the birds chirping and the rodents skirting off. Their steps crunched all the way to the front door, Tori reading, '33' posted on the plate beside the mail-slip. The door creaked as it opened, Jade stepping inside the house cautiously, pocketing the fairly new - though in reality it was more unused - key in her pocket. Her attention spilled to the walls with the hung pictures, finding bits and pieces of her childhood littered about. A girl with long, brunette hair and stark eyes grinned at the camera, waters knee high. In another picture, a boy leapt from a rather large jump, hurling himself and his similar flying hair to the blue below. Jade gave a grim smile as eyes set on an old picture - just recently dusted, as she noted - of four looking out towards the woods, a man holding a woman's hand behind their children's backs.
Tori came to her side. "You look happier there," she murmured, the thespian nodding.
"That was before everything went to shit," Jade replied quietly.
Having nothing to comment, Tori only continued to look at the picture, the simplicity and innocence of Jade's childhood - a fragment of it, as she imagined - reflected upon. The thespian strolled to another framed picture hung from the wall. It was just a portrait of her in the first or second grade yearbook. Tori laid her eyes on that one too, eyes flicking across the hesitant smile and cheerful glint in the pale eyes. Her gaze then unfocused from the picture itself, lingering on the glass. Oh how Jade had grown. Her reflection splayed over the essence of her past, pale eyes watching one another with opposing default stares. Raven hair contrasted starkly against light brown, complexion matured over the freckled one framed.
Shaking her head, Jade stalked away from the picture, pulling the curtains apart to overlook a porch.
Turning her gaze, the Lycan muttered, "You wanna go out and see first or just strip and then turn?" To answer the question asked, the half-Latina strode towards the door, passing Jade as the handle was shifted, a light breeze sifting through the room. Floorboards creaked as Tori walked across, eyes out at the sheer isolation of the cabin.
Birds twittered passed as the grasses shuffled, whispering their welcomes. Light, feathery clouds roamed the sky, giving their grace as doe eyes glazed over the pond. It was a relatively good size - just small enough to look ridiculous with a boat larger than a canoe and big enough for a decent swim. A great oak tree sat at the shore, leaves rustling as it anticipated the spring. Arms wrapped comfortably around her waist, lips pressed against the crook of her neck. She smiled softly, closing her eyes as the warm embrace fueled her desires.
Wriggling in the goth's grasp, Tori turned to face Jade. Hands cupped cold cheeks, lips meshing together before pulling away. "Do you...I don't know," Tori laughed, "But do you want to try it out? I mean, I know you said yes but...soon."
"How soon?" Jade asked quietly, a lopsided smile across her lips.
Shrugging, the singer muttered, "Dunno...soon." Jade nodded, feeling warmth at her cheek. She backed away as hands shoved her lightly, Tori quirking a rather excited brow. "Now, Tori..."
"What? Don't act like you haven't seen me before," the half-Latina grouched, tossing her shirt.
"Yeah, but, I meant we can change inside." Doe eyes rested on the door, uninterested. Instead, a thrown bra was an answer. "Tori...come on, I don't want-"
"Relax, it's fine. Who comes here often anyway?" Tori's voice rattled as she grunted, wobbling about for her shoes.
Rolling her eyes, Jade dropped the tossed clothing, grasping her own. Before her shirt could drop to the ground, four paws launched themselves from the ledge.
She skirted down the grassy hills, horns gleaming in the sun proudly. Tori bounded through the trees, heart soaring while Jade was left stumbling from the porch. She gritted her teeth before raven hair covered her body, tail wagging. The Lycan flew off the wooden platform as the other had done, joining the ecstatic activity. Both frolicked about, minds wondering as they passed one another in a quest to do whatever sped through their minds.
It was the most both could hope for as the moon posed no threat.
All I really need to do is give Invader Johnny credit for the translations in the beginning: thanks! I'm not the best with Spanish but, well, luckily there's online sources to learn...when I'm not doing stuff. :P Now, for the elves...just think of the Hobbit. Please, please tell me nobody was thinking of freaking Christmas elves. And if you did...shame on you. Now, this is a little bit of a shorter one...kinda normal sized...still long for a chapte- Look, the next chapter or at least eight and up to thirteen will be really long. So get used to scrollin'! XD
Hope you enjoyed!
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PS- I'm sorry for anyone offended for the beginning...I was laughing my ass off. I'm a bit insensitive with my humor, oh well.
