What we had [A Bianca Di Angelo Fanfic]

Chapter 17

*Thomas*

That was freaky. I was just upstairs wandering around, when these two girls came upstairs, saw me, and pinned me to the wall.

" You listen," the first girl said. She had red streaks in her hair, and she looked pretty scary. " You stay away from Paisley, you hear?" I gave her a puzzled look to try and hide my overwhelming guilt.

" You mean that crazy redhead chic that made all those freaky illusions? You can't possibly think that I-" The second girl, a redhead with her hair pulled into a braid over her shoulder, pushed her way to me and grabbed my shirt, banging my head against the wall.

" You call her crazy again, I'll punch you so hard your cranium will spontaneously combust, and then you can give me the definition of crazy." she told me. I nodded, and squeaked something along the lines of:

"Okay, okay, just please don't kill me." The brunette balled her fists.

" You give my friend a straight answer!"

"Yes, mam, I'll stay away form the redhead- I mean Paisley, mam." I squeaked louder.

" You'd better." The redhead let go of me aggressively and they made their way down the stairs, laughing like the conversation had never happened. Those are some crazy chics, and all this stuff about me being a son of some insanely cool Greek god, even weirder! I just hoped they had good beds here, cause if I didn't get a good sleep that night, tomorrow I was road kill.

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I was sitting on a bed in one of the spare rooms, and suddenly someone came ponding up the hall, giggling. They came into the room I was in, slamming the door, and locking it behind them. She blew her curly red hair out of her face, and laughed. Then she saw me and her eyes widened.

" Peanut Butter." she muttered under her breath. I raised an eyebrow at her. " Well, I'll just be going, then." she took the key out of her pocket, and unlocked it, and then tugged on it, but it wouldn't budge. Than somebody from the outside yelled:

"Paisley, the doors were just painted like three minutes ago, it's not gonna budge!" Paisley turned for the window before the person yelled again:

" And the windows were just glued shut to prevent pranking on the big house." Paisley groaned. " I'm afraid you're stuck for a while!" she said, and left, laughing. Paisley glared at me. What was her problem? I shrugged.

" There's Clue in the closet." she looked hesitant, but then she shrugged.

" I guess I could try." she warily sat down, making sure to keep her distance from me. I got out he game, and we started it. She was Scarlet, and I was Green.

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" It was Green, in the bedroom with the candlestick!" she cried, and laid down the cards from the envelope. She was right, of course. " You murderer!" she scolded. Then, she froze and looked at the dresser next to the bed. On it, standing straight and tall, was a candlestick.

" The weapon, the room, the murderer, and a victim." she said fearfully. We stared at each other for a second, before she ran to the door, and started pounding on it, screaming that she was locked in a room with a murderer. Of course, everyone ignored her. Finally, she tired out, and slumped against the door, laughing. I offered her my hand, and she didn't hesitate. she took it and let me help her up.

" You know." she said thoughtfully. "For a boy, you aren't so bad." Suddenly, above my head, a shining lightning bolt appeared." Paisley smiled, which made me unbearably happy for some reason, and she whispered:

" I thought so." She knelt down, which was weird cause she was the only one int he room, and said:

" All hail Thomas Beckendorf, son of Zeus."