"MOM!" I yelled and banged on my door. Nobody answered, but I heard a hesitant footstep. But then the feet backed away. I guessed it was Aunt Izzy. She hated it when I was in trouble. She never disciplined her own kids, and thats why whenever me and Ray did anything bad, I was the only one in trouble. I sighed and jumped onto my bed.
No weapon in sight. Not even a pair of chakrams to play with. I started moaning. Everyone hated when I was pitying myself, that meant I normally got out of trouble. I can't believe they took away my weapons collection, I never ever had my collection of daggers, seraph blades, chakrams, bows, and log swords taken away. No matter what kind of trouble I was in. Even when I had cut Ryan's safety belt in half as a kid, and he fell off the beams, and broke his legs.
I started moaning louder. I was wallowing in my self pity. I heard my door creak open. I turned. "Hey, Kyle." I scream-whispered. He quietly shut the door behind him. "Hey." He whispered. I hugged him, and grabbed the stele out of his back pocket. He was caught off guard when I ripped away from him. I traced a rune my mom had taught me to soundproof the room. Kyle looked at it and smiled at me.
"Nice. So you are smart, and pretty." He smiled cheekily. "That never works, young Mr. Kyle. I see through that. And just so you know. There will be no funny business. This," I motioned towards him and me, "is because Rain won't come here, and I'm pissed at Ryan. Plus, I really don't know where you're sister is." He smiled.
"Fair enough. I'm glad just to see the rumored about legendary daughter of the hero's of the Mortal war." He ran his fingers through his hair. An action that had me slightly drooling. It fell in that beautiful messy style. It was hot.
"Want some liquid courage?" I asked and opened my underwear drawer. His eyes went up slightly as he saw my underwear. "Perv." I laughed at his grin. I pulled an expensive bottle of scotch I swiped from the liquor cabinet last year.
"Why not? Nothing to lose. Besides, might like to be just a little liquored up. Maybe we'll have some fun." He quirked his lips in a half smile that made my heart flutter. I popped the top off and took back a shot. It buzzed down my throat. I handed the bottle to Kyle.
I watched as he knocked it back. His eyes widened and he spit it onto my carpet. "What the hell? Have you never drank?" I teased. His eyes lit up a little and then they went back to normal, suave, and cool. "Have you ever drank?" I laughed a little.
He turned pink. "Not really, I had a beer once." He admitted sheepishly. I laughed a little. "Uh-oh. I've corrupted you." I giggled. "Drink slower shorter sips." I commanded him. He brought the bottle up to his lips and took a small sip. His eyes lit up. "It's got a kick. But its better not to knock back the bottle if you aren't drinker." I told him and took the bottle back.
I knocked it back and took as much as my mouth could hold. He took it back. And thats how we spent the time. Talking about our parents. Talking about our past. Talking about our life. Ranting. And knocking back the bottle.
I FEEL TERRIBLE. I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN LIKE FOREVER. BUT THATS GOING TO CHANGE. NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU A STUPID EXCUSE. I JUST HAVEN'T BEEN ON OR CARED FOR A WHILE. BUT IT SHOULD BE UPDATED MORE REGULARLY.