Royally Misfits

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

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I was in the kitchen listening to all the chatter of everyone going on, and on about the celebration. As soon as we got home, the house was in a buzz about the celebration. Ugh, and it's only Tuesday! Oh, well. The royals are supposed to come tomorrow, we don't know when, but it's tomorrow. Cross walked in then, he glanced around until his eyes landed on me. He pointed at me, and walked out. I rolled my eyes at his antics, even though he couldn't see.

Once in the hall, Cross started walking as soon as he saw I was there. Again I rolled my eyes. I just realized that I roll my eyes a lot. Like a lot, a lot. We keep on walking, going up some stairs, and down some halls. We reached a door and Cross held the door open for me. I walk in and scanned my eye across the room, only to land on the couch. Bingo. I dive bombed-stomach first-onto the couch, my face in the pillow. Why are their alway couches in office's? Like is it to do the nasty, or is it because of people like me? Shit! If it's to do the nasty, then a naked ass could have touched this pillow! Eww! Ugh, I think I just throw up a little.

"Do I even want to know what's on your mind right now Avey?" Cross's amused voice sounded across the room.

"Not really, no." Even I don't want to know what I'm thinking half the time. "So, why did I get called in here? Was it because you got a call from Mr. Racer? If you did, I deny everything. If you didn't, then nothing happened, and I'm an angel and behave all the time."

"No, should I get a call from Mr. Racer?" I looked up from the pillow, to see Cross's face twisted in confusion. I shook my head 'no'. He shrugged his shoulders, but knowing him, he's probably going to call him tomorrow and ask what the hell I was going on about. Well shit!

"So why am I here anyway?" I questioned as I sat up and faced him.

He let out a puff of air before answering. "Until the celebration is over, all Misfits are on strict curfews. School, home. You are not allowed to be out, unless you have someone from the pack with you at all times, and tell an adult where you are going, for how long, and who's going to be there. This is only for your safety, this isn't a punishment, and should be taken seriously. A lot more Nats are going to be coming here, and we don't want anything to happen to you guys."

I looked at Cross in disbelief. When I realised that he was serious, I laughed. We have had all the freedom in the world, and nothing has ever happened to us before. For the most part. "Oh, Cross. Always the kidder, that was a good one though. That really was!"

"I'm not joking Avey, and you shouldn't to!" Cross raised his voice at the end, and leaned forward, eyes narrowing.

I narrowed my eyes back. "Lets not forget who's brilliant idea it was to assign a Government person to each Misfit house, and check-in's! Lets not forget who was our house adult! Lets also not forget how well everyone acted with the curfews, and the check-in's!" I was screaming by the end of it. But I could care less of the entire house heard me. Hell, I could care less if the world heard me! I was pissed, so I'm going to scream!

He stood up, eyes blazing. "And what was the reason for that? Oh ya, an entire house being slaughtered! If that wasn't bad enough, you tried to handle on your own, not telling us anything! So because of that, more people died!"

I stand up too, and take a few steps towards his desk. "Because the Government wouldn't give two shits!" He tried to speak, but I keep talking. "They would say 'Oh, more Misfits dead, what are the vampires going to do?' or 'I'm so sorry for your loss.' When in reality they could give two shits! They don't care! But those Misfits, they were our family! And we miss them, we may not look like it, but we do! And when people come in, and tromp all over their space, and mess it up, when we were grieving for the loss of our family. Ya, it pissed us off, so we wouldn't tell you guys until a few days later. So we could respect their last wishes. That's all we were doing." By the end of my rant, I was talking barely above a whisper.