Immortals

Thirty-two

Michael
× 10 years later ×
"Mum?" Candy smiled as she walked up behind me, "Can we dye my hair?" She asked and I turned around to meet my 10 year old's bright green eyes like mine, "And what color would that be?" I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest. "Red like yours." She stated as if it was the most obvious thing ever, "Get one of your sisters to do it." I chuckled and she raced upstairs. I went upstairs with her to see her, Stella and Luna already in the bathroom with a bottle of red dye and bleach, I leaned against the doorframe and Candy was practically jumping with excitement. "Chill Candy, we can't get the bleach and dye in your eyes." Luna laughed, her fangs out as she smiled. I was looking at how much my daughter's have grown up. Stella was 15, had dyed her hair black and purple, and she had gotten snake bites. Luna was 13, dyed her hair lilac and gotten an eyebrow piercing to match mine. Candy was only 10 so she hasn't changed much, still likes rock bands, band tees and skinnies like everyone else in this family. "Don't dye her skin too girls." I laughed as dye dripped down Candy's temple and Luna quickly wiped it away with a towel. "Mum! Don't watch it's a surprise!" Candy squealed and I giggled, walking out of the room and sitting at the bar,  scrolling through my camera roll and reliving memories. The day Stella was born, her first birthday, the day Luna was born, her first birthday, the day Candy was born, her first birthday, the day Stella and Luna dyed their hair, and the day Stella and Luna got their piercings were just a few moments. "Mum?" I heard Candy call and I turned around, seeing Candy with fire engine red hair and a huge smile on her face, "You're so pretty." I giggled and got off the bar stool,  "I'm not pretty, I'm punk rock." She smiled. "That's my girl." I laughed and kissed her forehead, hugging her tightly.

Calum
"Hey Cally!" Michael shouted from upstairs, "What?" I asked as I walked upstairs. "Paige got me some shorts as a joke, but I think you'll like them." He chuckled, "Let me see." I smiled and he opened the door in just his Harley Davidson sweater and black booty shorts. He turned around and "DAT" was written in yellow block letters on the ass, "You like them?" He asked as he faced me. "Booty shorts?" I laughed and he giggled, "Yeah, like I said 'as a joke'." He chuckled. He pecked my lips before turning around and going into the room, I smacked his butt and he gasped, "What?" I chuckled. "Perv." He muttered with a cheeky grin and closing the door.