Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. SIster's Eleventh birthday. Whoot Whoot! She got a PC, Live tiles, WIndows 8, the whole she-bang.
"Loke, you rat bastard," Lucy screamed into the phone as she stormed down the street. "You text me back right now or else I swear I'll hunt down every girl you've ever so much as winked at and tell them you're gay!" She slammed the phone closed and jumped as it immediately buzzed. It was a message from Loke.
"You wanted to talk to me?" It read. Lucy bit back the swear words that threatened to pour from her mouth and pounded on the keys of her phone.
"You sound rather calm for someone whose father has been given days to live... I can't believe I'm saying this but what hospital is he in?" She sighed as she typed, submitting to the heavy weight that had been pressing on her shoulders since she had first recieved the call from the hospital. She navigated herself to a bench outside a bookstore and sat as she waited for Loke's response.
"So you finally decided to see him?" The blonde could just imagine the wide smirk on the red headed boy's face on the other end. "Hows about I pick you up and take you there tomorrow morning?"
"Tomorrow might be too late." She typed, rolling her eyes at his stupidity. "That should be obvious. I'm outside a store called Shook's Nook in town, can you come get me now?"
"I guess." He responded. "Give me twenty minutes."
Sure enough, Twenty-three minutes later her red-headed brother pulled up in an onyx black Jaguar. "What happened to the Leo?" She asked as she stepped into the passenger seat. "You trade it in or something?"
"Nah," He responded easily, eyes on the road but mouth inclined towrads her so she could read his lips easier. "It's in the garage at home. This baby's especially reserved for the ladies." His cocky tone was implied and his smirk ever present.
"You have a Jag just for dates?" Lucy asked, her voice not as incredilous as you would assume. "Tell me why that doesn't surprise me."
Loke shrugged. "What can I say, the ladies love me."
"Are you sure it's not just the Jag?" Lucy challenged, her voice as filled with mischief as it was doubtful. "The leather's like butter. I'd go on a date with you just to sit on it. And I'm your sister!"
"Ha, ha." Loki mused. "Very funny. But I'll have you know I don't roll that way. Leave the incest to Luke and Leia."
Lucy had to laugh at this and smirked. "My brother is such a flirt."
"Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful, Lucy. It's not healthy." He teased. "Either way, we're here. No backing out now."
He pulled into the parking lot and rolled the chick magnet on wheels to a stop. They stepped out and Lucy now realised he was dressed sharply in a coal black suit with a crimson tie bound neatly at his throat. His hair was sculpted professionally and yet she was certain it was silky to the touch. Slipping his blue tinted glasses onto the bridge of his nose he smirked. "Like what you see?"
Lucy snorted. "Yeah, sure, what ever floats your Millinium Falcon, Skywalker."
"You're such a nerd."
"Don't hate me 'cause I'm smarter than you."
A petite young nurse behind the desk greeted the pair as they entered. "Hello, My name is- oh, Loke-kun." She brightened as her eyes landed on the red head... and then she frowned as her eyes found the blonde. "Are you here to see your father again?"
Lucy shifted slightly beneath the heated glare of the busty brunette. Loke noted this and smiled, "Sarah-chan, I wish I could be here for you but alas, my sister here has just returned from her business trip and wishes to see him." He pouted for effect and winked.
The nurse, Sarah, giggled and replied, "Alright, you and your sister go on up. I can see the resemblance now, although its obvious you got the looks." With another glare at Lucy she continued, "You remember the room number, right?"
Loke nodded. "Room 654, right?" Sarah nodded and Loke grabbed the blonde's hand, dragging her to the elevator. "See you later, Sarah."
When the doors closed Lucy smirked and turned to Loke, "You were utterly dripping with pheromones, you know. When will you ever learn?" To prove her point she bopped him on the head lightly. "What am I going to do with you?"
Loke shrugged, discreetly rubbing his throbbing head. "I don't know." He offered with a shrug. "Love me 'til the end of time?"
Lucy, again, snorted. "You wish." The elevator stopped and the doors opened. "We're here, lead the way."
Loke grasped her hand and pulled her down the hall, nodding and smiling to the nurses and doctors as he passed, sending flirtacious winks to the former. After a few turns they reached their destination and Lucy took a breath before entering. She was not prepared for what she saw.
Her father lay on a hospital bed. Tubes ran from his arms and nose to varying machines scattered around the room. He was pale and his skin paper thin, webbed with veins. His chest rose and fell, but only slightly, and his pulse on the screen was week. His usually dark blonde hair was thin and graying. Lucy felt her breath hitch as her eyes filled with tears.
But they didn't fall. Despite how she wanted them to, they wouldn't.
"Oh, Father," She whispered as she gently rested her hand on his. "I'm so sorry. I should've been here sooner but I was afraid you'd be mad."
His fingers stirred, his eyes fluttering. "Lucy," He said softly. "It's alright. I understand." His words were spread by labored breathing and his speaking soft and breathy. Lucy, of course, didn't hear this and struggled to piece the broken sentences together. "There are so many things I need to apologize for." He continued.
"But I'm afraid I'm out of time." That said his lips stilled, the green line flattened, and Lucy's tears finally fell.
I hope it was as serious as I had intended, I was scared it was more humorous than serious there at the beginning. Anyways, it's up... and I have a feeling my inspiration for this story is dwindling. I've given almost everyone a story... and yet there's one small aspect you've probably put to the back of your mind that's about to surface... I just have to work out, well, everything.
I want you guys to pray for my grandfather. He's had a larynjectomy... i think I spelled that right. It's where they put that whole in your throat form smoking or whatever when you've got throat cancer. He had to go to the hospital yesterday and is back in today... it's taking a toll on my mom and grandmother as well as that whole side of my family tree.