Things Lost and Found (a Waglington and Mianite fanfiction)

Chapter 40

The song of the day is "Warzone" by The Wanted.

To those of you who have read my book thus far, congratulations! I wonder how many of you thought you'd end up reading a book this long? I've recently realized that this book is now longer than The Hobbit or The Prisoner of Azkaban. :P I'm not quite sure how that happened, to be honest, but there's still a lot to write.

I think we may have a Drama Llama inbound...

*Waglington's POV*

"Well, Jordan obviously helped make the cookies." The others were having me guess who had made what. So far I'd been pretty accurate. My brothers had fallen to talking with Kay and Donella. I raised an eyebrow as I noticed Champwan and Echo talking in an animated fashion down at their end of the table; Mot tossed in a comment here and there. I never knew that Champ could be that talkative.

"What makes you say that?" Jordan asked. Sonja stifled a snicker behind her hand while Tucker and Tom openly laughed.

I decided to clue Jordan in when his confusion started to give way to frustration. "You need to wash your hair, Sprinkles," I managed before breaking into laughter too. Even Sonja couldn't hold it in as Jordan lifted a hand to his hair and brought it back with icing.

Once the laughter died down I asked, "Tom, did you make anything?"

"Nah, mate. I didn't want to poison ya," Tom waved me off. He affected a vaguely French accent while adding, "It's been a long time since this Chef's days at Dine At Nite." This sent Jordan into a fit of laughter with his head back. I'd heard of Tom's restaurant in the Realm's desert, but I didn't get why Jordan found it so funny. I guess I had to be there.

Desserts started to make their way around the table as Martha brought each over from their separate table. Conversation finally quieted and then ceased as we ate. I could not speak for the others, but I was savoring every bite of bread pudding and apple pie. When everyone had had their fill of the scrumptious meal, a contented silence remained. That simply wouldn't do. This was a party after all. Mot seemed to be thinking the same thing and asked, "Should I go ahead and start up the music?"

"Hell yeah," Tom (Syndicate) yelled from the seat next to me. Mot turned on the stereo Tucker had set up at one end of the room. A familiar song started playing, and my smile vanished. I suddenly remembered why I avoided Laenadur—or any civilization for that matter—during this time of year: bloody Christmas music. Don't get me wrong; the songs are nice and all. It's just that people won't let them die; they'll play the same songs over and over until I can't stand them anymore. When you've lived a few centuries, you've literally heard every Christmas song in existence.

"How do we even have Christmas music? I didn't think they had that holiday in this dimension," I asked no one in particular. I ran a hand through my hair under my hood, doing my best to not show my growing irritation.

"Oh, they don't" was all Killertom said before rejoining the others in singing the carols loudly. Oh, my brothers would pay for this later. The Ruxomarians mostly seemed confused by all those from the Realm aside from me breaking into song; even Donella was singing, though not as obnoxiously as the others. Dec was trying to sing along, though he had never heard the songs before, being from this world.

I was about to get up and sneak out when the song changed to another one I recognized. Matt recognized it too, and his eyes widened in horror. "No, not Carol of the Bells!" My brothers and I laughed at his exaggerated response. I could not stand garlic bread or arthropods. Matt, for reasons unknown to me, could not stand the high pitched ringing of a bell, which was this song's main instrument.