hey
sorry this took so long but yeah here it is
also i couldn't help noticing that a little while ago elethewombat posted a list of words she deemed "uncouth" if you can find all four in the first half of the story... well i'll work out a prize later but let's just say walty will love me for this XD
rollka xx
In my room I scrambled about for something dry to wear. I was disgusted to find only a pair of trackies with “sassy” printed across the bum and a moth eaten old jumper knitted by one of my great aunts. Ew. Just ew a) I don’t do trackies or any other form of chavwear and b) I’m pretty sure Sybil had kittens on that jumper meaning she had probably lactated on it at some point. *Shudder *
Eventually I found a pair of jeans and a hoodie in the pile of clothes on my chair and slipped them on. I dared not delve very deep as I knew that the mound had been growing for a very long time and I didn’t know what lurked at the bottom. I waited for what felt like forever for my p.c to come to life and then another few light-years to connect to the internet. It was so ancient I was pretty sure that in a few years time it would be called “vintage” and all of a sudden be trendy again. Though it being in fashion wouldn’t help its speed or lack of it.
Eventually google flickered to life and I paused. What the hell was I supposed to be looking for? Boys with super-human healing abilities? This would bring me back to the “OMG IT’ S EDWARD CULLEN!!” conclusion which was totally pointless and I don’t think Aelfbrick would be at all pleased by this. Instead I decided to search his name. There couldn’t be many people called Aelfbrick could there?
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I flopped onto my bed disgruntled and exhausted. The search hadn’t proved entirely unsuccessful but neither had it been remotely successful. I had ended up on a baby naming website. The first part of his name meant “elf” and the second: “brick”.
Useful.
I could have worked that out.
I lay in my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I felt my eyelids droop as I promised myself I’d stay awake to keep an eye on the boy who was only a few walls away.
I woke blearily form yet another dream involving Justin Bieber. This time he was hanging from a cliff, begging for his life while his finger slowly slipped form the crevice in the rock he was clinging to.
It felt eerily quiet without the melodic hum of radio 4 and my parents in the kitchen although the sound of Mrs. Holiday-home-next-door was throwing bricks at Dr. Cuddlebottoms as he tried to secrete in her vegetable patch. She was supposed to be leaving this morning but maybe she had stuck around to throw one last goodbye brick at her beloved feline friend.
I opened my eyes and saw Aelfbrick leaning on the doorframe, smiling and looking across the room at me. I blinked rapidly and studied his expression. He seemed to find something amusing. I sincerely hoped I hadn’t been snoring or worse drooling.
“Good morning Kayleigh Fluffkin” he said. His eyes glowed with an air of contentment as if he was just really happy to see me. I couldn’t help grin back at his cute puppy dog eyes and the way his hair had gone all fluffy.
Alarm bells started ringing in my head dragging me out of this bliss. Damn my parents should be home and they would not be pleased to find I had a boy in the house.
Of course my mum would say he was lovely and make some cringe-worthy comment about him having beautiful hair or whatever. True, he did, but my mum would probably turn the situation into one of the most mortifying experiences of my life so far. No doubt she was good at it, to me that’s what parents did, created as many awkward situations as possible. Mine had a special gift for it; I had learnt the hard way that nothing is sacred or safe from my parents and their wicked sense of humour.
