Chapter VI

Notes/Prima Kenna

(A/N: This chapter's kinda short. Sorry. I wrote the majority of this right after I woke up, so it's not my best.
I don't own Phantom, sadly.)

The rest of the week passed without incident. Adeline and Brendan communicated through eachother's voicemail. He couldn't come to dinner on Saturday, but that was alright. Less chance for Erik to figure things out.

Adeline hadn't seen Erik since he snuck into her house on Monday. Which was all well and good with her. But it had left her time to think, How the Hell is he even alive? Is he alive? A ghost? A figment of my overactive phangirlish imagination?

That, and there were more nightmares. And, as usualy, only slight details were remembered in the morning. Something about a fire...

(Kinda TIME change. It's Saturday now. WOOH!)

Adeline opened the door, fearing the worst. A small form shot past her and straight into the kitchen.

"Connor!" Kenna yelled after him, laughing. "Get back here and say hi to your aunt!"

The five year old boy walked back to Adeline begrudgingly. "Hiya Aunt Addie," he said, staring at the floor.

Adeline smiled and ruffled his sandy blonde hair. "Hey, kiddo. You can go on back now."

He sprinted back into the kitchen.

Kenna stepped through the door, holding the hand of one of her daughters. "Hey, Adds," she said, hugging her big sister. "Been a year, hasn't it?"

"Around there," Adeline chuckled. She bent down to speak to the little girl. "Hey, Lena," she said. "How's your thumb?"

She four year old held her thum up for Adeline to see. It was covered in gauze. "Almost healed up," she said, grinning.

Her twin sister ran into the room. "Lena, you're such a baby," she taunted, poking her sister's nose.

Lena frowned. "Becka, stop it. You're the one who ran over my thumb on your bike."

Kenna frowned at the two little girls. "Ellen, Rebecka, stop pestering eachother and go help your brother look for Addie's secret cookie stash."

Lena's face lit up. "Cookies?" She sprinted into the kitchen, followed by Becka.

Adeline laughed. "I don't have any cookies," she said to Kenna, sitting down on the dilapadated couch. David walked in the door, carrying a suitcase. He set it down on the ground, panting slightly.

"I'm starting to think that you packed everything but the kitchen sink," he said, sitting on the couch beside them. "I told you we should have checked into the hotel first."

"Yes, but then the kids would have been slightly calmer when we got here," Kenna answered, smoothing out her long patterned skirt. "And we know that would have been no fun for Addie here."

(TIME change)

Kenna made spaghetti, and the whole dinner went fairly well, aside from Becka flinging noodles at Lena. Lurline came in about halfway through dinner, complaining that cab drivers were slow and unreliable.

The children were starting to get sleepy, so Kenna and David took them to their hotel across the street. Lurline left a little later, complaining of a headache.

Once everyone was gone, Adeline passed out on the couch and dreamt of fire.

(TIME change)

"Hey, Adds? Can I borrow one of your scrunchies? Mine just snapped in two."

Adeline laughed. "Maybe that wouldn't happen if you cut your hair. But, yes. They're in the top drawer of my dresser."

Kenna flipped her waist length brown hair defiantly and walked into Adeline's bedroom.

There was a bed, a dresser, a closet, and a mirror, and that was it. Kenna clucked her tounge at the blandness of it all. Hard to believe she's my sister, she thought, walking over to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and grabbed a light green scrunchie, then turned to the mirror and put it in her hair. She was going to leave, but she paused, seeing something on the dresser.

Kenna walked over, long skirt swishing, and picked it up. A note? she thought, opening it. It was barely legible, but she had seen worse. Namely, from Lena when she tries to write with her thumb in a cast.

Adeline,

Something has come up, and I must reschedule our lesson. I had forgotten that I had prior arrangements on the second Tuesday of each month. Will tonight work? If so, be outside your building at eleven pm, and for God's sake, have pepper spray handy.

Erik

Kenna grinned and walked back out into the living room, still holding the note.

Adeline looked up from her book. "What's that?" she asked, setting the book down.

Kenna merely grinned. "Who's Erik?"

Adeline paled. "What-? How-?"

"I found this note from him on your dresser. And what lessons are you taking from him?" She was suddenly glad she'd left her husband and kids at the hotel.

"None of your business," Adeline said, grabbing the note. She read it over. " 'Pepper spray'? I'm not completely helpless!"

"You haven't answered my question."

Adeline sighed. "Fine. I take vocal lessons from him."

"Hm. Vocal lessons from a man named Erik? That sounds like-"

"A cheap idea for a phanphic, I know."

(A/N: Fourth wall breakage. Don't ya just love it?
Longer and better chapter next time, I promise!)