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Blank Lines; 6

"Ahahaha! You can't catch me!" I squealed, darting across the kitchen. Or what used to be the kitchen. By now, i think it classified as a war zone. I clutched the ketchup bottle, readying myself for his attack. 

Lucas's face was pinched in concentration as he tried to balance on the slick floor. His socks were making this tough for him. I snickered evilly, shooting a stream of Ketchup directly at his face.

We were bothed covered in food. So was the kitchen. And maybe half of the foyer. But He started it! The fridge door was hanging open, it's contents thouroghly ransacked for amo. He tossed a hot-dog at me, the weiner (shush all of you immature children) bouncing off of my shirt.

I shook the Miracle Whip bottle in my other hand, raising an eyebrow. "Do you really want to try me?" I asked, miggling my eyebrows. I was the smart one, grabbing as many condemants as i could carry for my weapon of choice. He rolled his eyes, launching an egg right at me. 

I shrieked and jumped out of the way. The slippery floor was to be the death of me. The egg shattered to my left as i went down. It seemed to happen in slow motion, my foot slipping on a sticky peice of bologna and me crashing to the ground. 

I winced as i landed in a pile of Ranch Dressing, me elbow painfully smacking the Island that stood as a barrier between me and the enemy. 

Lucas paused, his laughter roaring out and echoing around the large room. My face heated up and i slithered toward him, all stealth mode. If i was going down, he was going down with me. 

My fingers wrapped around his ankle. His laughter stopped abruptly as i yanked, causing him to loose his footing and crash down on top of me. Whoops. Must not have thought that out very well. I yelped, our heads collided and i squeezed my eyes shut.

When i opened them, he was still on top of me, staring at my face. His eyes were really captivating. And he was so close. My breath caught in my throat, my heart beat spead up. He was really gorgeous, even with ketchup and mayonaise in his hair. 

"I remember you. I've always remembered you." He whispered, his eyes glazing over, thinking of something far far away. My eyelids fluttered, processing his words. My head was hurting again and the smell of Ranch was making me feel nautious, but i froze, staring into his eyes. I noticed the strange silver rings surrounding his pupil, making his eyes look almost white. 

"But you don't remember me." He seemed to snap back into reality, his face twisting into a strange expression i couldn't place. He moved away from me, standing up and brushing the peices of lettuce off of his pants. His eyes were hard and cold now, showing now emotion. That angry hurt i always felt when i couldn't remember things surfaced, heating my cheeks with hot fury. It was ridicuolus i know, but he just made me so mad, getting hurt because i wasn't.......what he thought.

"W-wait Lucas I-" I stopped, wondering what i should say. Apologise for not knowing who he was? For not even being sure of meeting him before now? No. I couldn't say it. I didn't want to say it. I was mad at him. I didn't want to apologise. He turned away from me and started to pick his way through the mess, heading for the bathroom. A bitter feeling rose up in my throat. We'd been having so much fun and he just ruined it. 

"Wait! Lucas!" He turned around, looking irritated. I narrowed my eyes at the ugly look on his face. "What's really happening? Why won't anyone tell me anything? Why do you think i know you? I didn't even know my own father! You think you're special? What's going on with Sophie huh? Why won't anyone tell me anything!?!?" My voice rose an octave. I threw my hands up in the air, the anger flowing freely as i finally said what i was thinking. 

"I don't know." He replied cooly, his back rigid, his face rock hard. I let out a frustrated groan, rubbing a hand across my face. This was getting really annoying. It seemed like everyone was hiding something from me. 

Just then, in walked daddy dearest, bags hanging from his hands. Oh no. My eyes widened in fear. He was going to flip. 

You see, i though he'd be gone all day, like he usually was when he ran errands. And i didn't expect the other children to be home until 3:45, when school let out. So i'd kind of hoped to clean everything up before then.

I heard the keys hit the bowl by the door, the one he left them in and i turned around, scuttling across the kitchen and heading for the living room, leaving Lucas to get caught. It would serve him right, seeing as he started it. 

"REMI!" I heard the angry shout and put my hands over my mouth, stifling my squeal of terror, and moved as fast as i could to my Hiding Spot. 

I pushed open the door that lead from the living room to the spacous back yard and hit the deck running. See, the good thing about a mansion is having a lot of places to hide. And my favorite was the garden. 

Our mansion was one of those old, brick victorian ones, with big hedges boardering it's perimeter, a gated garden, 3 floors, and a pond in the back. My dad had fixed it up after he realized his dream of owning the half-way house. It was really quite pretty. 

It was kind of chilly and my feet were bare, hitting the cold ground and making me shudder as i sprinted for the garden gate. I pried open the old rought iron doors, inhaling the scent of rose petals and freshly cut grass. 

"REMI! I know you're in the garden! And so help me when you come back inside you will get it!" I heard my dad's frustrated voice shouting out from the back door and chuckled, knowing i was safe for now. I slowed my pace to a pleasurable walk. The wind hit my clothes and i wrinkled my nose. I'd forgotten what a mess i was. And how much it smelled. 

But there was no way i was going back now. I was at least going to wait until i knew they cleaned it up, so i wouldn't have to do it. Yes, i know i made the mess but cleaning sucks. And my punishment could wait for now at least.