The Legacy of Maisie -- Lorien Legacies Fanfiction

Part 1 | Chapter Three

My eyelids slide upwards. There is a pounding pain in my head. I'm back in my room. I'm laying on top of my comforter instead of under it. The thin blanket that usually hangs on my footboard is draped over me.

I try getting out of my bed, challenging the throbbing in my head. I stand up and realize that my black combat boots are off and placed neatly in front of my closet. My gaze moves to my mirror and sees that I am now wearing the hoodie Sam was wearing last night. The one with the giant NASA logo on it. Damn, he loves this thing. 

He must've snuck back in and did all this. Either he really cares about me or he was just trying to make himself look good. Probably the latter.

On my mirror, someone stuck a blue post-it note with the earth on it.

Sam, I think, rolling my eyes with an involuntary smile appearing on my face.

I pull it off. It reads: Mom went to work. I'm in my room if you need me. -Sam :)

He's such a dork, I think.

Regardless, I except the smile I've been given and begin to walk to his room. A banging comes from downstairs. I jump, not expecting it. Another set of louder bangs follow. The door creeks open downstairs and I hear footsteps coming in.

"Hello?" a voice says. I sneak down the stairs as quiet as I can. John stares at the pictures on the wall by the door. You can see Sam's whole family timeline. Every year they take a picture in front of their house. They have pictures from when his dad and his mom got married to Sam being born to when his dad disappeared to when I came in and this year back in January.

Creeping up behind him I say, "What're you doing here?"

He jerks around, a look of surprise on his face. "I thought no one was home."

"You didn't answer my question. I said what're you doing here?" I try to be as imitating as I can but that's hard because I'm a skinny thirteen-year-old and he's a muscular fifteen-year-old.

He says nothing. "Robbers think no one's home," I push.

"I just came to see if Sam had something."

"So you're here to rob Sam then?"

"No, I'm going to ask him for it."

"Then if you thought no one was home, how are you going to ask him for it?"

He was stumped, yet I could him thinking about something. I decide to let him off easy. "I'm just kidding, follow me," I say putting my hand on my chest.

John follows me to Sam's door. "Wait here," I whisper. He nods.

Poking my head into his door I say, "You have a visitor." He's hunched over one of his stupid alien magazines with his headphones on. He didn't hear me and if he did, he ignored me. I push the door open and march across to his phone. I yank the wire to the headphones out of it.

"Hey!" he says, clearly annoyed at me.

"I said you have a visitor," I say motioning to John who is standing awkwardly at his door.

Sam only stares John down.

"Hey, Sam," tries John, unsure. Sam says nothing. John looks around his room. "I see you like aliens," he says.

If by like you mean completely obsessed with, then you are correct, I think.

I notice Sam's hand slowly retreat into a drawer in his desk.

"I was just wond- Woah!" John interrupts himself.

Sam whips out a gun. "What are you?" Sam says, trying to keep his voice level.