Winged

Chapter 24

"Just mind your own business, Oren! Is it really that hard?" Lily snapped at Oren, the two of them walking down a path, going to the Bivium Centrum. It was a sunny day at Bivium, but a cold one. Winter was just around the corner as they neared the middle of November.

"I'm minding my own business! I just can't really conceive that this man will be living next to me!" Oren complained a great frown plastered on his features as he walked next to Lily, holding her bags.

"Look, Oren. You can't choose your neighbors. This is not your palace, and you are not a prince here, darling. Accept that what you want will not always be what happens in the end, despite how much you're used to it." Lily told him, stopping to look at him, his blue eyes magnificent under the sun, his blonde hair perfectly styled at the top of his head. She admired him for a bit, her eyes taking in the details of his features, before she cut herself short.

"Well, if things work that way I am not living there, anymore." Oren held his chin up in a very aristocratic manner, making Lily roll her eyes at how childish he could be.

"Don't be silly, Oren. He is not even staying at your house! You really need to chill." Lily told him, fixing her blouse as Oren groaned and followed her around the corner.

"No, what I need is for him to go back to where he was living and leave my peace alone! He is so obnoxious, Lily! He greets me every damn morning, he wants to play tennis with me. He wants me to teach him sailing, Jesus!" Oren whined as he made his way after Lily into a store, of course opening the door for her, his aristocratic upbringing never forgotten.

"He doesn't sound half as bad, Oren. Really. He is just being kind." Lily shrugged, taking a dress from a stand, putting it over herself, turning to show it to Oren. "You think it's good for the party?"

"I think I will have to invite him to my party, too!" Oren whined again, shaking his head, making Lily roll her eyes, furious at him. "You look magnificent, though."

"Thank you."

"But I guess I will still have to invite him. It's not of my manners not to in-"

"Jesus Christ, Oren! Shut up for a moment! If you want to be a git about this boy, who has literally never done anything to you, you can go ahead and be a little git! But you can talk to me after you're done pitying his existence!" Lily snapped, making Oren stop at his tracks, her cheeks flaming, matching her hair at the moment. Letting out a sharp breath she marched down the hall, bumping into something as she did so.

"Watch your tracks, Lils!" Evan caught her just as she was about to fall behind, fixing her upright, receiving a mumble from Lily. Timothee next to him slightly arched his eyebrows when he caught Oren's eyes, making him blush a little, a rare occurrence for Oren. Oh, Timothee knew. Timothee always knew. "Well, glad we got you guys. We were about to head to Liber, now. Where were you guys going... Together?"

Evan asked, this morning particularly cheerful for him, having gotten a decent night's sleep next to Timothee the night before. Apart from very cheerful, though, Evan was also oblivious. Well, that was a great trait of his. Being so, so oblivious that it almost was hilarious. Timothee's eyes traveled from Oren to Lily, who turned positively red at the moment, as a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Well. What Evan wants to say is that we were about to go to Liber, do you want to join us?" Timothee asked, placing his hands on Evan's shoulders, sending a grin to Lily that clearly indicated that the two of them would have to talk.

"Um... Yea, sure. Just as I was about to murder him, huh." Lily replied, though it was the most unconvincing response she could have given, so awkward that made Timothee laugh, drowning it down the moment it came out.