don't you guys just love march break? i know i do XD i'm pretty sure it's obvious what inspired me to write this chapter if you've read the previous one...so who else if too lazy to take down old calendars? i am, and i feel like jez probably is too.
anywho, i am not the owner of the night world, but i do own the random ideas that are found here (like right here). furthermore, jezebel shall be 13 shall we say, and morgy, her wonderful and loving soulmate, shall therefore be 14
Calendar
"Yo, Jezebel," Morgead called as he pushed through her bedroom door and strode into her room.
Jez looked up in surprise from where she lay in her bed with her feet on the wall reading a book. "Morgead," she laughed, turning upright to look at him incredulously. "Did you just come in through the door?"
He stopped, glanced behind him, and shrugged. "Stranger things have happened."
Having crossed most of the room already, Morgead launched himself the remaining distance to the empty spot on the bed beside Jez, making the whole thing shake violently, and nearly crushing the bag he held.
"I got you this," he grunted as he handed her what was obviously a calendar inside of a knotted up grocery bag.
Jez sat up curiously and ripped open the bag, pulling out the calendar as Morgead rolled onto his back and laced his fingers behind his head. He closed his eyes and sighed, "I was walking downtown and swiped it from a newsstand thing. Thought you'd like it."
It was a Harley Davidson photo spread. A different, twelve by twelve glossy photograph of a bike on each page.
Jez grinned as she flipped through all twelve months, stopping briefly to admire each bike.
"This is great," Jez laughed, looking down at Morgead's serene face. He didn't even open his eyes to grunt his agreement. "I just need somewhere to hang it . . ."
She crawled off the bed and moved to the centre of her room, considering each wall in turn. Ultimately, her gaze rested on the wall opposite her bed. It was practically bare and she could see it perfectly lying in bed – the perfect place for a calendar.
There was only one problem: no way to hang it. Jez had no cork board, no hooks, and she was certain her uncle wouldn't appreciate any type of whole in the wall.
"Problem?" Morgead intoned, propping himself up on his elbows and shooting Jez a questioning look.
Jez never even opened her mouth before Morgead caught the flash of thought going through her mind and jumped up, saying, "I have a solution," and striding straight out of the room and down the hall.
Jez frowned and listened to him rummaging through drawers in the kitchen.
Morgead, no holes, she reminded him.
Jez heard the rummaging pause, and Morgead's response: What? How do you expect to hang something without making a hole?
If you'd bothered to wait for a response instead of just barging into my head, maybe you could have saved the trip and helped me think instead! Jez put all of her current annoyance towards Morgead in the thought and felt the answering pang of irritation.
She didn't get a reply, but Jez heard the drawer slam shut and Morgead's boots stomping pointedly up the stairs. When he came back into her room, he was carrying a hammer and nail.
"Morgead," Jez scowled. "I told you no holes!"
"I don't know how else you expect to get this up then," he snatched the calendar from beside her and held it up contemplatively on the wall. "I'm certainly not standing her holding it for you," he muttered around the nail sticking out the side of his mouth. He craned his neck to look at Jez over his shoulder, nodding his head at the placement of the calendar and chewing the nail like a toothpick.
"No- Morgead you are not putting a nail in the middle of my wall!"
Morgead raised an eyebrow, put the nail to the wall and waved the hammer tauntingly.
"Morgead, don't you dare –"
THWACK. One good, solid stroke of the hammer.
"– Morgead!" Jez shrieked, slapping a hand to her temple and shooting to her feet.
There it was; there was an ugly nail sticking out of her nice clean wall like a great big sore. Morgead had gone and done it and – and that was her uncle coming up the stairs now.
Thinking quickly while Morgead laughed, Jez rushed to his side and ripped the hammer from his hand. She gave him a good smack to the back of the head and crammed the hammer into the waistband of her jeans just as her uncle nudged open her door and stuck his nose around.
He peered in at Jez and Morgead and frowned. "What was that?"
Jez gestured vaguely at Morgead as he clutched his head and scowled. "Morgead hit his head on the wall."
Morgead's glare flickered briefly and he muttered dutifully, "Your fault."
Bracken shook his head and warned, "You better not have dented the wall, Morgead. Be more careful," and stalked from the room.
"Look what you've done," Jez hissed once he was gone while Morgead cackled beside her. "He's going to have my head once he sees this!" she gestured wildly to the nail she'd shielded from her uncle with her body.
"It's no big deal," Morgead laughed, moving once more to sit on the bed. "It's one little nail, so what?"
Clawing her hands, Jez growled and glared at the wall in front of her. On the floor at her feet was the calendar. Begrudgingly, Jez stooped down and snatched it up. Opening it to the correct month, she forced it onto the nail and took a step back, examining the look of it.
She shook her head and snarled at Morgead, "When I get in shit for this and get my bike taken away you have to drive me wherever I want to go. Whenever I want."
Morgead grumbled and eyed his friend as she stalked to the bed, pulling the hammer from her waistband and crawling up next to him.
"Got that?" she asked, shoving him backwards by his forehead until he lay on his back with Jez on her stomach peering down at him.
Morgead closed his eyes and focussed on Jez's arm across his chest; her chin propped up almost touching his so that her breath tickled his lips.
"Fine," he murmured. "And you're welcome."
merci tout le monde for reading, i hope it brought you amusement as i guess it did me. review and if anyone has any ideas feel free to let me know and perhaps (bc i'm very lazy now) i will write something for it XP