The Author was enjoying creating Kesley far more than she felt she should. He was half-demon, half-angel, and she knew there was going to be some conflict with Kelsey and Alex. In fact, before she brought Kelsey out, she decided she should warn the Hermit about the dangers of putting two people with demon-blood in the same house. Pulling the notebook toward her, she jotted down a quick note: Just so you know, putting Kelsey and Alex together would be bad. Their demon bloods will... Well, let's just say they'll end up doing something they'll regret later.
She turned back to Kelsey's profile while she waited for an answer, which popped up just a few moments later. Awesome, sounds like we've got some drama heading for the House. Why do you always have to make such dramatic characters? :P
The Author snorted, rolling her eyes. "Right, because Alex isn't dramatic at all, and a girl who hides as a guy isn't dramatic at all." She giggled then pushed away the notebook, putting her full attention into Kelsey's profile.
Aiden and Alex ended up watching "Gattaca" together, and by the time it was over, Alex's stomach was rumbling. She stood and stretched, grinning at Aiden. "That was a pretty good movie. Do you want to come down to dinner with me?"
He glanced away, nervously pulling his knees up to his chest. "I-I don't go down there to eat," he admitted then looked up at Alex, "but if you want, I could make you dinner."
Alex looked over at the kitchen in his room. "Well, I guess it can't hurt." She glanced at him with a smirk. "It'll be edible, right?"
Just the slightest smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, it'll be edible," he promised.
Only twenty minutes later, Aiden had whipped up a couple of tomato and basil pizzas on flat bread along with a chicken salad topped with self-grated parmesan cheese.
"I hope this is okay," he said, setting it all on the table as Alex eagerly sat down. "I wasn't sure what you'd like."
She took up one of the pizzas, taking a bite. "Mmm! This is amazing, Aiden! What cheese is this?"
"It... it's mozzarella," Aiden said, blushing, "and not that nasty part-skim stuff that most stores sell. I grate it myself so it's fresh."
She grinned at him. "Well, it's amazing. I can't believe you cook like this. Where did you learn?"
He shifted nervously. "My aunt taught me... My mom's sister." He jumped when a timer beeped. "Oh, I'll be right back!" He ran into the kitchen, pulling out the item in the oven and heading back to the table. "Sorry, I'd almost forgotten about those."
"What is it?" she asked.
"Just dessert," he said with a shrug.
After they'd finished dinner and he'd cleared away the leftovers and the dishes, he brought out another shocker: cupcakes carefully frosted and decorated.
"Oh, my god, Aiden," Alex said, eyes wide with shock. "You're like a cooking school with legs."
He blushed, smiling shyly. "Thanks." He handed her one of the cupcakes. "It's red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting."
"Wow, Aiden," Alex said, taking a bite. "I can't believe you've been hiding this secret talent of yours. There's a huge kitchen downstairs that you could have at your disposal! Why not use it?"
Aiden just shrugged and began eating his own cupcake. How could he explain to her that he didn't like being around people because of what his dad had done to him? She wouldn't understand; she was normal.
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Thursday, April 19, 2012
Chapter 2: Closets are not for people
The Trio was alright, and Alex didn't mind talking to Marina, but she decided the Hermit had a good idea. Seeing that the three hooligans were busy, she decided to go looking for Aiden.
"Aiden... Oh, Aiden... Where are you?" She called in a singsong voice. There were only so many places the kid could hide after all. She wanted the fight to be fair, but her enhanced senses made that difficult.
She searched the kitchen, the dining room, the garage, the backyard, and all the bedrooms. So far, she hadn't found him. This is ridiculous. How hard can this be to find one little human?
Her "prey" was currently hiding in one of the many linen closets. He much preferred being here when the Author started yelling. Although she had brought him here, and was being more accomodating to him than the Trio, he still didn't like it when people started yelling. It reminded him too much of life at home with his father.
He had heard Alex calling his name and had crawled further into the closet. He knew her a little, since they'd been in some of the same classes, and she was pushy, loud, and so happy it sometimes scared him. He put his hands over his ears, buried his face against his knees, and pretended to be invisible. It was a strategy that had worked well against his father. At least for a little while anyway.
Alex finally found the scent she had come to associate with Aiden. Ah, fear, anxiety, and... clean linen? That stumped her for a minute. That wasn't the smell she had expected.
She sniffed again and realized she was standing in front of the linen closet. "Aiden, come out. Please? I'm bored and Hermy won't let me bug her." The Trio ran by screaming and Alex nearly hissed at them as she pressed against the door. "Aiden? If you won't come out, can I come in? It seems safer in there."
Alex heard no response and sighed. It seemed as if she was going to either have to take drastic measures or go away. And I'm not one to give up so easily. "So, I was thinking about our English class. I was having a hell of a time figuring out that book. I mean, who has time to read?" She chuckled softly as she sat outside the door. She stared at her nails, playing with them.
Aiden glanced up from his hiding spot. Was she really trying to get him into a conversation? Well, it's going to take more than that. He closed his eyes and buried them against his knees.
"Aiden. Come on. I don't want to melt the lock to come in there. Just talk to me... Please?" Her voice had taken on a bit of a whine and she hated herself for it.
Aiden looked up, frowning. How could she melt the lock? "What... What do you want to talk about?"
Alex gave a little cheer. "Well, how about that book. I mean, did you have time to read it?"
The Hermit was chuckling. She could see her creation trying to make friends. At least he'll be more understanding, Alex. Good luck. She pulled her notebook to her, the one that contacted The Author and wrote in it. "Well, at least they're starting to talk."
The reply was almost instaneous. "Good. Maybe he'll come out of that closet and we can actually use it like it's supposed to be used." The Hermit laughed. It wasn't the response she was expecting, but she had to focus on her new character. Mac was going to be a technopath, a girl pretending to a boy. She was going to have a lot of fun with this one.
"Aiden... Oh, Aiden... Where are you?" She called in a singsong voice. There were only so many places the kid could hide after all. She wanted the fight to be fair, but her enhanced senses made that difficult.
She searched the kitchen, the dining room, the garage, the backyard, and all the bedrooms. So far, she hadn't found him. This is ridiculous. How hard can this be to find one little human?
Her "prey" was currently hiding in one of the many linen closets. He much preferred being here when the Author started yelling. Although she had brought him here, and was being more accomodating to him than the Trio, he still didn't like it when people started yelling. It reminded him too much of life at home with his father.
He had heard Alex calling his name and had crawled further into the closet. He knew her a little, since they'd been in some of the same classes, and she was pushy, loud, and so happy it sometimes scared him. He put his hands over his ears, buried his face against his knees, and pretended to be invisible. It was a strategy that had worked well against his father. At least for a little while anyway.
Alex finally found the scent she had come to associate with Aiden. Ah, fear, anxiety, and... clean linen? That stumped her for a minute. That wasn't the smell she had expected.
She sniffed again and realized she was standing in front of the linen closet. "Aiden, come out. Please? I'm bored and Hermy won't let me bug her." The Trio ran by screaming and Alex nearly hissed at them as she pressed against the door. "Aiden? If you won't come out, can I come in? It seems safer in there."
Alex heard no response and sighed. It seemed as if she was going to either have to take drastic measures or go away. And I'm not one to give up so easily. "So, I was thinking about our English class. I was having a hell of a time figuring out that book. I mean, who has time to read?" She chuckled softly as she sat outside the door. She stared at her nails, playing with them.
Aiden glanced up from his hiding spot. Was she really trying to get him into a conversation? Well, it's going to take more than that. He closed his eyes and buried them against his knees.
"Aiden. Come on. I don't want to melt the lock to come in there. Just talk to me... Please?" Her voice had taken on a bit of a whine and she hated herself for it.
Aiden looked up, frowning. How could she melt the lock? "What... What do you want to talk about?"
Alex gave a little cheer. "Well, how about that book. I mean, did you have time to read it?"
The Hermit was chuckling. She could see her creation trying to make friends. At least he'll be more understanding, Alex. Good luck. She pulled her notebook to her, the one that contacted The Author and wrote in it. "Well, at least they're starting to talk."
The reply was almost instaneous. "Good. Maybe he'll come out of that closet and we can actually use it like it's supposed to be used." The Hermit laughed. It wasn't the response she was expecting, but she had to focus on her new character. Mac was going to be a technopath, a girl pretending to a boy. She was going to have a lot of fun with this one.
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