Post by silent.lullaby on Dec 24, 2009 0:40:43 GMT -5
Dusk .::Chapter 08::. Paint Chips
Mother seemed to be shaking with the news as we stepped in. “Okay, kids... we’re moving.” Mother threw her hands excitedly into the air.
“Excuse me?” I shouted as my sister shouted, “What!” And Tobias cried out, “you must be kidding!”
“Kids calm down,” Father intervened. “I’m having a house custom made, it should be move in ready before the winter, but you’ll each have your own room, it will be much larger but still right here in the city, don’t worry, you won’t be away from your schools or friends. We’re just getting a bigger, newer place.”
“Cool,” Angelique recovered from the news first, “can I pick the colours for my room?”
“Of course.”
“Sweet!” She smiled, “can I get a new coffin to match my new room?”
“Actually you’ll be getting beds.”
Angelique’s face dead panned. “Beds? We can’t sleep in beds.”
“You can’t have friends over, because how strange is it that you don’t have your own room, or that you sleep in a coffin.”
Angelique shrugged, “I have friends over all the time.”
“All vampire friends, your father and I...” Mother looked up at Father for a minute before looking back to us. “Since the elders have already integrated you with humans, we think it would be really great if you each had your own room, still sleep in the basement, but have a show room for the humans.”
“I guess that makes sense,” Tobias responded. “I go to school with all humans at the college, never had one over since I wouldn’t be able to give an excuse as to why I couldn’t give any of them the grand ol’ tour.”
“It’ll be great!” Mother replied, “I’ll have to work on getting the new kitchen up to par...”
I shook my head. “That’s what you’re worried about mom? The kitchen? You’ll have a entire new house to decorate.”
Tobias was shaking his head and Angelique hung her head in defeat. “You’re right, I’ll need you kids to help me... I’m going to get paint chips right away.”
“Mom, why not finish what you started?” Angelique asked pointing to the stove where the spaghetti sauce was boiling, bubbling and popping splashing the tile with red goo.
“Oh, yes... oops.” Mother went back to cooking and Father followed her giving her a hand.
“An entire new house to decorate,” Tobias shook his head at me. “Really? We’re going to be hearing about this every waking minute till we’re in the new house. And the we’re going to actually be doing all of the decorating and panting, borders and wallpapers, and custom rugs with new paintings and vases. Great.”
I don’t know how Marlowe heard about the new house but she was bursting as I met her at the doors to the school, “I mean how cool is that? I told my dad last night, and he was just like ‘no Marlowe, just because the William’s are getting a new house doesn’t mean we are’ and I was all like ‘defeated.’”
“I’m not that excited,” I admitted, “with mom and her decorating, and having to begin packing soon along with school work, it’s going to be a real pain.”
“Please, it won’t be that bad!”
“I agree with Maree,” I jumped and looked behind me, Zakia towering above me as she fell into step with us. “And knowing your parent’s fine tastes, it will be a beautiful home. I hear Jacques’s father is the architect.”
“How does everyone know more about this than I do?”
Zakia gave a graceful shrug, “you don’t pay attention, your head is always in the clouds.”
I couldn’t argue so I just kept quiet. Art class went by fairly quickly, Marlowe talking the entire time, though admittedly, I wasn’t really listening. English was boring, talking about Romeo and Juliet. “Romeo is lame!” Marlowe exclaimed as we worked side by side on our assignments.
“What’s wrong with Romeo?” Faust asked since he was sitting behind us. “Thought girls loved that romantic crap?”
“He’s a total flake!” Marlowe defended her position. “He loved one chick, she leaves him, and then he sees Juliet and it’s ‘love at first sight’” Marlowe air quoted. “Juliet is the most known rebound chick of all time.”
Faust looked a little shocked by the intensity of Marlowe as she turned in a huff and started back on her essay. He looked to me with a raised eyebrow that asked what-the-hell-was-that-about? I gave a shrug in return.
Sociology continued to be a bore and I wrote quickly. Too quickly in fact, Jacques made a move as if to grab my eraser but instead grabbed my wrist and I looked up at him he smiled kindly before grabbing my eraser though he didn’t actually need it.
I stood in the lunch line waiting, Marlowe went to the bathroom and asked for me to save her spot in line. I leaned against the wall as the line stayed put for an extended time. “Hello you,” I turned to see the boy from gym class.
“Oh, uh, hi.” I turned back around and felt embarrassed why did I do that? Why couldn’t I just say, “hi there, how are you’ or something a little more coherent?
“You’re in the same gym class as I am, aren’t you?” He asked with a flash of a smile. I didn’t trust my voice, my mind or the words that might get jumbled up in between so I just nodded. “I’m Ethan.”
“I, uh, I’m Aerabella.”
“That’s a pretty name.”
“Uh, thanks,” I fiddled with my hair nervously looking around for Marlowe.
“Looking for your boyfriend or something?” Ethan asked with a grin.
“No, no, I don’t have” I stopped speaking when I realized he was just teasing me. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said finally calmly. Spotting Marlowe I calmed a little and she wedged her way into the line with me.
“Aries, these damn fle-“ She stopped spotting Ethan, “oh hello.”
“Marlowe, Ethan and vice-versa.” I said quietly.
“Hi,” Ethan smiled at her.
“Hey, we’re all in the same gym class! Wanna eat lunch with us?” Marlowe offered and I felt panicked.
“Eth!” Ethan turned around and waved, “these are my buds, Kayleb and Duke. Mind if they come too?”
“Not at all,” Marlowe responded with a bright friendly smile.
The line started to move again and I started to chew my nails. Lunch just got interesting.