"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
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In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter Forty-Six: The New Asshole
(MADMAX, Pt. 3)
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"KIDS, GET UP! NOW!"
Rowan groaned as she lifted her head from her pillow, strands of hair in her mouth. Spitting them out, Rowan heard her brother yell, "Coming, Aunt Aco!" as the teenage girl pushed the sheets back and stumbled out of bed, shuffling into the kitchen/dining room, Alistair a step behind her, yawning so hugely Rowan wondered if his jaw was unhinged, Hugin's head peeping out from where he'd made a nest in Alistair's curls.
"Morning, kids," Aunt Aco said from where she was cooking. "Morning, Hugin."
"Morning," the siblings said in unison while Hugin croaked and flapped his wings.
Aunt Aco gave them looks. "Alistair, did you replace you and your sister with zombies or something?"
Rowan chuckled and Alistair cracked a smile as he sat down, Hugin re-settling into Alistair's hair, while Rowan plucked a slice of toast that had popped out of the toaster and the tub of butter and a knife, slathering the toast with butter as she sat down. A minute later, she had slightly crispy waffles and Alistair had burnt bacon and more than scrambled eggs.
"Thanks Aunt Aco," they said in unison, then gave each other weird looks at speaking at the same time again this morning.
"Anytime, kids," Aunt Aco said, patting Alistair's shoulder and ruffling Rowan's own bird's nest of hair, making it even messier.
However, while Aunt Aco and Alistair ate at a somewhat leisurely pace, Rowan inhaled her toast and maple-drowned waffles like she was competing for world's fastest eater, at which Alistair noticed and raised a brow.
"You okay, Rowan?" Alistair asked.
"Uh-huh," Rowan mumbled between bites.
"Really? Because you're eating like Aunt Aco starved you or something," Alistair said in a deadpan tone, Rowan immediately shooting him a glare.
"I'm not," she denied, though it came out muffled due to food she hastily swallowed down with a gulp of water.
"Al's right, kid. Slow down before you choke," Aunt Aco reprimanded, giving her a niece a pointed look as, reluctantly, Rowan slowed down.
"Sorry, but Eddie's picking me up soon and I need to get ready," Rowan explained, taking another bite of toast that she swilled down with water before getting up from her table and rushing to her bedroom as Aco shouted, "I'm sure he could wait a few minutes!"
"Sure he can't!" Rowan yelled back as she slammed the door close and got ready, throwing on a Metallica band shirt, a pair of faded demin jeans, her Docs, fingerless gloves and her favourite leather jacket. She was tempted to throw on the battle jacket she'd made last summer with Eddie, but decided to leave it for today, placing it carefully back into her closet as she sent to work on somewhat taming her hair, before rushing into the bathroom to brush her teeth and put on deodorant.
