Alex's Sister

~Chapter 6~

  Is anyone even reading this trash? I might just quit this. High School legit starts soon anyway.

____________________________________________________

~ Axel POV~

So I saw Lorna quickly making her way away from Ciel and Ciel trying to hide a stiffy and make his way to the bathroom. He was failing. Majestically.

Mei-rin thanked me for the dance and I skipped toward Sebastian.

"Oi, Sebby boo! Why weren't you dancin' ?"

"I had no reason to, but I do find your music fascinating."

"Fuck yea, you do."

After that, we kinda just stared at each other. Not romantically, but damn. His eyes literally spell: "I'm a Sex God."

And is it wrong I believe it?

"Sir Axel, as much as staring into each others eyes seems rather 'fun' , I must attend to my other duties."

"I can't help but notice that you made it sound like we are a ship. We are not a ship. I refuse to be a ship with you. "

"But of course, we are both human beings with stuff to do. Besides, ships are for oceans." And with that he brushed my hair out if my face, tucked it behind my ear, and walked away.

'Well fUck you. AND EVERYONE PISSES IN THE OCEAN. I would fight him, but I don't think I can pull off  an Epic look with a butter knife impaling me.'

"OH WELL, I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO SETTLE FOR FABULOUS!"

And I skipped away, looking to pester whoever steps into my vision!

~Lorna POV~

  I can't believe it. I, Lorna Donne, gave the, Earl Ciel Phantomhive, a boner.

~Ciel POV~

  I threw away the stained tissue and began to wash my hands.

'I can't believe she gave me a boner.'

  I'm only 14, so it makes sense to why things like this  happen. Well, Sebastian told me stuff like this will happen around my age.

But why her out of all people? I don't even feel that way toward Elizabeth!?! What makes her so special?

  -Lorna POV-

I must be pretty damn special. But I don't think we can be together, thanks to Elizabeth . Maybe I can get Axel to cut her pigtails off in her sleep.

  Already making a plan to do so, I walk out to the hallway and nearly trip in the shoes I'm wearing.

  Out of all the things I could be missing right now, I just miss my converse.

"So now I'm making my way to the stairs, these shoes are hell, oH no sHiT I'm fALLiNg!

*switches to Twenty Øne Piløts*

AnD I DoN't WaNnA FaLL, FaLL AwAY~!"

FUCKITY-FUCKITY-FUCK!

But before I could fall to my sure painful embarrassment, wet hands catch me from behind and support my arms. I kinda feel like Rose from that movie, Titanic, except pretty drunk and Jack is just being a real pal and supports meh. 

EXCEPT JACKS HANDS WERE DRY.

I mean wow, these hands are pretty damp. I honestly thought towels existed in this time period.
-------------------------------
My goal is 500 words or more for every chappie and I can never do that in the start of my stories. But I'll probably reach that goal later on in the story. Like, I guess everyone starts off like that? Whatever, I'm not sure. Well, yep, random word, Bai.