Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice (9)

"Hey Claire? Can I ask you something?" I asked as we walked up the stairs to her bedroom.

"You just did Mia." She stated. "But go ahead."

"Who are your parents?They must be some pretty high up people right?"

"Umm, yeah. Mama's a big fashion designer, and Papa's a chef in a five-star resturant."

"NO WAY!"

"Yea..."

We reached her bedroom and walked in. Oh. My. God. Every thing was so RED!

There was a big, red, queen sized bed in the middle of the room. The windows were draped with dark maroon curtans, letting in a generous amount of light. The carpet was also a drak maroon color that matched everything else in the room.

"Um... so you really love the color red don't you?" I asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Yes, It is awesome color. It has so many meanings. It can mean love and happiness but can also be interputted as blood, hate, and war."

"Oh, I see."

She takes a seat in the chair at her desk and opens up her bright red laptop.

"Come here Mia, I want to show you some of my work."

"Your work?" i ask, getting up and walking over to stand behind her.

"Yeah, I found this amazing website call Wattpad where you can post your stories and people read them.

"Cool." I say, "So you post stories on here."

"Yep. Here, check them out while I go get some snacks."

I nod and take a seat in her chair as she walks out the door and down the hallway. I read through the stories and scan the descriptions of the ones I find interesting.

I looked down at my watch.

Crap, it's about time to take my next pill.

I quicky found a bathroom and locked the door behind me. Taking out my little pill, I also my tail out of my pants so it doesn't get all squished. It really is beautiful, or at least thats what I think.

Knock knock.

"Um sorry, could you wait for like, two seconds."

I quickly pop the pill in my mouth and swallow.

Come on, come on, come on! Why does my tail take so long to disappear?

" 1. 2. Alright, I'm coming in." a mascoline voice said. Wait, where have I heard that voice before...?

The door opens just as I shove my tail back into my pants and turn around so it isn't noticeable.

"Mia?" he says as I look up.

And of course, with my luck, it's Mitch who is staring at me from the doorway.

Just. My. Luck.

"What are you doing here?' he asks, still staring at me.

"Um, I could ask you the same question. Why are you in Claire's house?"

He hesitates.

"Um, well, you see..."

"Spit it out already." I say, getting impatient. I can still feel my tail getting smaller and smaller. Hopefully it won't take that much more time...

"Well, um, Claire and I were trying to keep it a secret but, um, I'm Claire's step-brother. My mother married her father."

Ok, so i wasn't expecting that one...

"Really!? That's awesome! Why are you trying to keep it a secret? How long has it been since your parents got married?Wha-"

"Mitch?Mia?" Claire stopped for a moment, thinking.

"Mitch! Mia! Mitch I told you to stay on your side of the floor! Mia, you are supposed to be in my room!" She basically screeched.

"Well I really had to go to the bathroom so..." I mused.

"And I had to go too, but remember, the repairman is fixing up my toilet at the moment so I can't go in there." Mitch said.

Claire sighed. "Ok then. Mia, I'm guessing Mitch explained about us."

"Yup!" I said smiling. "I think it's really cool. It's also pretty funny since you have like, opposite personalities!"

"Um, yeah ok." Mitch said, turning to Claire. "And you know, you could have warned me that you had friends coming over."

"Well sorry! But I thought you had that game right? What happened to that?!"

Oh god.Now I'm starting to think that the opposite personalities is a bad thing...

"I had to come get my stuff! It's not like the game was right after school! Plus, your dad wanted me to pick him up from work so I had to get my car!"

"But why did you have to come to this bathroom? You should have thought things through!"

"It was the closest one! Do you really expect me to think about every little thing just because there might be a possibility that one of your friends might be here? Would you do that if one of my friends might be over? Would you?"

"Yes I would expect you do that! Yes, I would have! It's what we agreed on, right?!"

"GUYS!" I yelled, stepping between them. "calm down! Does it really matter? This is probably just a one-time thing, right Mitch?"

"Ya..."

"And Claire, you wouldn't really think about every little thing would you?"

"No..."

"There you go! Problem solved! Hug and make up!"

After that, they stared at me like I had a raccoon eating a pinapple on my head.

"Fine, then shake hands!" I suggested.

They shook hands and then apologized to each other. Claire went back to her room and Mitch went in the opposite direction, down the stairs. So I was left alone in the middle of the hallway thinking:

How often does that happen? I feel bad for their parents...