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I awoke the next morning in my bed, with no memory of what had happened the night before. The most I could get back was walking into Millie's room and seeing her crying. Then it was blackness. Anger boiled inside of me. I knew there was more. I also knew that it was Millie who was preventing me from remembering. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. Ten thirty. I threw my sheets off, knowing that Millie would be awake.
I stomped downstairs and found my cousin at the breakfast table. She was paging through a book, with a bowl of strawberries and a glass of milk next to her. "Tell me what you did to me last night," I demanded.
Millie looked up, a calm façade put on. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said evenly.
"Yes, you do. You're doing something to me, so that I can't remember what the bloody hell happened!" I snapped.
Millie's gray eyes turned into daggers. "I did nothing to you last night Cory. What ever you think happened was a dream," she insisted. Her eyes told another story, though, saying that if I continued to annoy her, insisting on the fact that she had tampered with my brain, I would find myself very unhappy.
I took a step towards her. "I know you want Jerry and I for something. I don't know what it is, or why, but I will find out."
Millie's eyes narrowed, but she turned away from me, plucking a strawberry out of the bowl and biting into it, going back to her reading.
I glared at her, but turned around and stormed back upstairs. Underneath my skin, anger swirled and boiled, unable to find a place to leave. Upon returning to my room, the emotion had nabbed the control of my body. My muscles were tense, my motions jerky and small. Finally, I kicked the fifty-pound chest that sat in front of my bed. Doing so was not my brightest idea. "Ow! Ow...ow...ow..." I hopped on one foot, clutching my throbbing toes. The pain seemed to relieve my anger temporarily. In my state of pain, I heard my computer make the little bling that it makes when I get an instant message. I paused in mid-hop, looking over my shoulder at my computer screen. I did not, in fact, receive an instant message, but a request to video chat. "Maggie!" I said, surprise and happiness showing in my voice. Maggie was my best girl-friend. She had her quirks- like being really into ancient mythology, and tending to dress like she was from that time, but otherwise she was awesome. I limped to the computer, hit the 'Accept' button, and then Maggie's heart-shaped face, hazel eyes, and gold curls appeared on my screen.
"Long time, no see. Why haven't you messaged me?" she said. Mags was also into poetry, or rhyming, I could never tell which.
"Nice to see you, too, Maggie," I said, sitting down in my computer chair.
"If you count looking at each other through a computer screen seeing," Maggie said. I watched as a pale yellow kitten leapt up from the floor and into her lap. "Daisy misses you," she said, holding the kitten up to the webcam. I got a good view of the kitten's pink nose as it sniffed the electronic device. "And so does Moonlight, and Seashell, and Bubble, and Alaina, and Trist, and Zest, and-"
"Okay! I get it! All the cats miss me," I said, chuckling. Maggie also acted a few years younger than her age- according to her, it was fun.
Maggie beamed. "Even the new ones!"
I cocked an eyebrow. "You got some more?"
She shrugged. "We didn't really get more. Some strays wandered in. Like Lillymae."
"Ah," I said, nodding.
"So," Maggie said, sitting up straight and looking me in the eyes. Under the full attention of her eyes, the hazel color appeared more yellow. "Do you want to come over and hang out? At least for a little bit?"
I glanced over my shoulder, thinking about my relative that would care. Still angry with her, I turned back to the computer. "Sure," I said. "I'll be down in a little bit."
"Yay!" Maggie said. Without another word, she ended the video chat. I smiled and shook my head. Typically Mags. Then I got up, pulling on some clothes so that I could get out of my house. I snuck quietly down the stairs, slipped across the front hall that connected with the kitchen, and stealthily made my way out of the front door. Once outside, a satisfied smile swept over my face. I went to the gate, getting my bike, then walked it to the sidewalk. It felt incredibly good to be out, by myself, for the first time in about a month. As I biked down the streets to Maggie's house, I looked at all the Christmas decorations. The holiday was about a week away, and school had let out for a two week break two days ago. If it hadn't been for my stupid cousin, I'd be enjoying it more.
I pulled into the driveway of Maggie's house, which had been attacked with lights. There were light up trees, deer, the icicle lights that hung from the roof, and a ton of other ones. I went up to the front door and knocked. I was immediately greeted by Maggie herself, a brown tabby on her shoulder. "Cory!" she yelled, throwing her arms around me. "It's good to see you when you aren't made of pixels!" she exclaimed, pulling back and smiling. Her yellowy-hazel eyes danced with excitement.
"Good to see you too, Mags," I said, stepping inside.
"Did you bike over here? It must have been cold! Want some hot chocolate? I could put a candy cane in it!" Maggie talked so fast, I didn't get a chance to answer her questions. "Did you know it's supposed to snow tonight? Wouldn't that be awesome? A white Christmas! Just think about it!"
I laughed as she danced around the kitchen, pouring hot chocolate, prying a candy cane off of a cookie sheet. "Yes, it would be cool," I said, taking the chance while she stirred the warm drink.
Maggie beamed at me, then pressed the mug of hot chocolate into my hands, taking the opportunity to brush hers against mine. "I knew it was cold outside! Your hands are freezing!" she announced. Then she opened one of the drawers in her kitchen. "Maybe that cause you left your gloves here," she sing-songed, waving them in front of my face.
"So that's where those went," I said. Maggie nodded eagerly. We were interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
"I'll get it!" Maggie sang, bounding towards the front of the house. I took the time to notice that she was wearing a sleeveless, floor-length Greek chiton, and her skin was still as tan as it was in the summer, as if she had been soaking in the sun's rays from all the Christmas lights. I put my hot chocolate down on the counter, picking up my gloves from the floor where Maggie had dropped them. "Oh, Cor-y!" Maggie called from the door.
"What-y?" I called back.
"Come here!"
I trudged from the kitchen to the front hall, only to see my cousin smiling at me from the door. "Who's this?" Maggie asked, smiling grandly.
I forced myself to smile. "Maggie, this is my cousin, Millie. She's staying with us fro a while. Millie, this is my best girl-friend, Maggie." Millie nodded.
"Hi! Did you bike here too? Want some hot chocolate?" Maggie babbled, inviting Millie inside. My cousin stepped inside the house.
"That would be nice, thank you," Millie said, but Maggie had already scampered off to the kitchen.
"Why are you here?" I hissed to Millie.
"Because you didn't tell me you were leaving," Millie stated. She shot my a sideways glance. I glared back at her. Then Millie looked away from me, smiling and taking the hot chocolate from Maggie. "Thank you," she said.
Maggie looked at me, her yellow-hazel eyes shining. Then she cocked her head in a feline way. She had so many cats that she tended to imitate them sometimes. "Something wrong, Cory?" she asked, her voice, for the first time that day, actually sounding like a sixteen-year-old.
I shook my head. "I'm fine," I muttered. I briskly walked back to the kitchen and picked up my mug of hot chocolate. I went back into the living room, where Millie and Maggie were already babbling away. I went and sat on the couch by Maggie, sulking. They took no notice of me, simply chatted for what seemed like forever. I sighed, and sunk into the couch. I'm not sure how long I sat there, but it was all a boring blur until Millie's phone rang.
"Oh," she said, pulling it out of her pocket. Her face lit up. "It's Mike," she said. I perked up a little bit. Millie hit speaker phone, then lifted the phone up so we could all hear. "Hey, Mikey," she said, smiling.
The voice that came back wasn't smiling. "Mil, cut the act. You have to shift. Now."
Millie's face dropped. "W-w-what?" she stammered, the first time I had ever heard her do so.
"You heard me. We're in trouble-"
"But I can't!" Millie hissed. "There's another one-"
Mike interrupted her. "Millie, I'm coming with the van. Shift, now, and whoever's there is coming with us. Code Ginger." With that, he hung up.
Millie looked up from her phone and at us, her eyes filled with fear. "Okay, do not scream. Do exactly as I say." And then, she was in the form of the half-human, half-cat hybrid. "Go to the door, and wait for the white van to pull up. Then run outside, and get in the car. Maggie included."
Mags and I both stared at her in shock.
"Go," Millie hissed.
Maggie and I glanced at each other, then followed orders. It seemed that either we listen to Millie and face whatever comes, or face whatever Millie was afraid of, and meet our deaths. We did the more sensible thing. We ran for the white van.
A/N:
WOOT! This is where it gets fun!
Raptor- Misto/Tanto- I know, right?
Ravyn- ...Uhm...who flamed me? Just so I know...
CommanderDataReportingForDuty- Thank you so much. I do enjoy writing Mungo and Teazer as a couple. :)
Violaunte- I AM NOT A MARY SUE I DON'T CARE IF I WRITE GOOD STOP CALLING ME THAT! But thank you.
mirany stone- I sure hope you do! I'm here to please my writers!
RedRubyStorm- What went wrong was that Millie was so depressed and upset that she accidentally let her emotions get a hold of her, causing her to reveal the Jellicles to Cory too soon.
Shadows in the Moon- YAY for understanding! And yes, I do like that line too.
HopelessRomantik- I don't know if Cory's gonna stay that way or not...
r1y2r3e4s- Yes, Jellicles are awesome like that. They just tend to appear.
Quill of Thoughts- You Misty-boy fans. Always there. ;) But you guys seem to like my stuff. So keep reading!
Kristin-Kai-Lundy- Irony, is indeed, fun to write. :)
BroadwayKhaos- All will eventually become clear...*waves hands in front of face in attempt to be creepy, failing miserably*