Falling Gravity (Season 01)

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Gideon sat on the edge of the window with his legs crossed, moving his legs nonstop. He watched as she sun rose in the sky, the view from his room's window was beautiful to him — the orangish-yellow sky that was slowly filling itself with blue, the yellow star rising as a medium-sized ball behind a pair of two hills with perfectly-cut grass, the ceilings of the town's houses with so little light on them (which was about to change soon), the sight of a mansion on the opposite side that covered a bit of the sun, and no, that was not the Northwest Mansion.

He jumped back to get out of the window. A flash of greenish-blue stopped him from falling with his back on the wooden floor, his amulet's doing. He turned around to the door and the flash disappeared, he landed on his feet standing still. Gideon ran towards the door and opened it, he continued to run until he got to his mom's and dad's rooms, knocking on the door on repeat. A minute passed when the door was opened by Bud. He peered down, being face to face with a grinning Gideon on his pyjamas.

"Mornin', dad!"

Bud rubbed his eyes. "Gideon, my boy, why are you awake?"

"Because today is Sunday!" Gideon put his hands on his waist. "And you promised to bring me and Pacifica to the lake to go fishing in family!"

"But, Gideon," Bud yawned. "It's six A.M."

"I know, I saw the sunrise." Gideon bounced forward. "Can we go now? I can wake Pacifica!"

Bud and Gideon made eye contact for a moment. Bud let out a defeated sigh. "Well, let's get down for breakfast first."

"Okay! I'll wake my sister!"

Before Bud could say another word, Gideon was already running back upstairs. Bud looked at his wife, who was laying down on the bed, looking at Bud with disbelief in her face. He shrugged, with a nervous smile. Mrs. Corduroy put her hand on her forehead and sighed.

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Gideon shook Pacifica to wake up, repeatedly. "Pacifica! Wake up! It's morning! The Sun is in the sky! We're going out together! As a family!" He continued to shake her, only stopping when a pillow hit his face, forcing him to go back. He regained his posture after a second and frowned. He approached Pacifica, going back to shaking her. "Paz! C'mon!"

An arm almost hit his face, but this time Gideon managed to dodge it. Pacifica sat down with her feet off the bed in Gideon's direction, whose eyes were wide at the sight. Pacifica was a mess — her hair was filled with knots, part of it was falling down to her mouth (she was almost eating it). Her pyjama was crumpled, a white sock was on her feet, but where did the other one go? Pacifica's expression showed irritation, her narrowed eyes were filled with sleepiness.

"Gideon," Pacifica grabbed his collar. "It's five A.M.!"

"Actually, it's six A.M." Gideon said with a smile.

Pacifica sighed and let go of her brother. "Why are you waking me up at this time? It's Sunday!"

"Because we're having a family trip!" Gideon put his hands on his waist.

Pacifica blinked. She blew her hair out of her face and rubbed her left eye. "Family trip this early?" she asked. "To where even?"

"We're going fishing in the local lake!"

Gideon kept a smile on his face. Pacifica wondered how did he have that much energy at such an early time in the morning. She sighed. "Alright," she murmured. "I'm awake."

Pacifica drew her arms back and stretched herself, silently popping her back. She blinked and stood up, walking to a desk where she kept her cap. She took it and almost put it on her head, but she froze, now being surrounded by a flash of greenish-blue. She turned her eyes to Gideon, he shook his head.

"Nuh uh!" Gideon exclaimed. "You're not putting your on your cap with that messy hair!"

Pacifica sighed before the flash disappeared. She put the cap back on top of the desk and grabbed her brush. She sat down on a small chair in front of a mirror and started (tried) to brush her hair. Her patience was already low, and having to deal with those knots was not helping her. She gave up. Gideon smiled, standing on her side, just waiting for something, or for her to say something. Pacifica raised an eyebrow, a short smile appeared on her face.

"You want something," she accused. "What is it?"

"Me? Oh, no, I don't want anything." he said, innocently.

Pacifica rolled her eyes. She realised what he probably wanted. "Want to brush my hair for me?"

Gideon giggled. "Since you asked so nicely," he took the brush and walked behind her. He brushed her hair, being very careful with it, but sometimes he would end up pulling it — by accident, he swears.

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The siblings were walking downstairs — at least Pacifica was walking, Gideon was running, as always. They were out of their pyjamas and now wore their usual outfits. Gideon got to the kitchen first, he waited at the door for Pacifica to catch up with him before he went to the table and sat down next to his dad. Pacifica sat down next to Gideon, leaving the other chair next to Bud empty for her mom to sit. Ms. Corduroy was still preparing breakfast, a bit sleepy, since she wasn't used to waking up that early. Even if Gideon woke up before the sun rose multiple times, he rarely woke the others with him.

"Good morning, mom and dad." Pacifica said.

"Mornin' mom!" Gideon said with a smile.

"Good morning, my children," Mrs. Corduroy said. She let out a yawn. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept until four A.M!" Gideon said, half proudly.

"I had a nice dream," Pacifica said. "Until someone woke me."

Gideon looked at the side, smiling as if he did nothing wrong. Bud looked at Gideon. "Look, Gideon, I love you, but seriously, you can't just keep waking up so early in the morning."

"That's concerning." Mrs. Corduroy stated.

"Is it that usual?" Pacifica asked. She was only around for two or three days, all she knew was that Gideon always woke up before her. He was a morning person, that's for sure. Or maybe he had some problem to sleep?

"Sadly, yes." Mrs. Corduroy said.

"When are we going fishing?"

"Soon, my son." Bud replied. "Let's just wait a bit, it's too early to go yet."

"For now, let's enjoy breakfast." Mrs. Corduroy placed the plates on the table. "I made pancakes!"

"Yay!" Gideon cheered.

"Sounds delicious," Pacifica said.

Mrs. Corduroy served pancakes to everyone, including herself. She sat down at the table with her family and everyone started to eat. Chatter filled the kitchen table, the voice that was mostly heard was Gideon's, of course. Pacifica focused on eating more than the talking itself. She wasn't really used to it, but she didn't really mind. Pacifica couldn't help but have an eerie feeling of being watched, discretely glancing at the kitchen window, seeing nothing but the grass outside.

Stop Pacifica, she's just being paranoid.

Right?