The Glitch

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•Vera•

"V!" Aaron calls out jumping down the stairs. There he is, in a knee length cream sweater, black rolled up jeans and grey socks. His hair actually looks combed today. Way to go!

I look down at my clothes and I see: an oversized royal blue hoodie, grey jeans shorts and worn-out sneakers. Yeah i'm nothing like my brother.

"Hi." I move over to the living room which now looked orange because of the roaring fire place. Aaron sits on the rug next to me in front of the fire place. The fire illuminates his face making it orange. Sun in his cheeks.

The fireplace is our tiny sun for the evening, casting long shadows over the rug. The flames curl and sway, flicking this way and that, crackling as they burn the dry wood. It's so good to feel their warmth at last, even if is from only one direction. We watch in hypnotized joy, holding our hands out to get just a little more of the gentle heat.

"So... Who's coat?" Aaron asks, drawing me out of my trance.

"Mmm? Oh. Um Hollands." I pull my sleeves over my fingers.

"Holland! How is she? Is she still dying her hair black or is she leaving it brown? She looks really pretty with brown...and her pink tips. I mean erm how is she?" He says in one breath.

I let out a giggle. "Aaron you can allow yourself to like someone you know? Holland is really nice. She's like--she's like...you know what never mind."

"Okay. And I know that. It's just I don't really have time for dating right now."

"Suit yourself."

"Aye. Dating advice from a fifteen year old who i'm definitely sure hasn't been on a date."

"Ha." I deadpan.

"I'll go get us some hot chocolate." With that he gets up and slides to the kitchen in socks.

BZZ

I hear my phone vibrate against the wooden floor in the corner. I walk towards it, knowing fully well it is Holland because I only have two contacts on my phone: Aaron and Holland. Since Aaron was in the kitchen making hot chocolate, therefore it's Holland.

I get a hold of it and swipe the see through glass back to life.

New message from Holland:

Hey pumpkin :)

I can't help but grin foolishly at my phone. She calls me Pumpkin because she says I smell like pumpkins and fall. She might be right because most times I like to go to this little forest covered in lilac trees, vibrant green trees and bushes, there's something about the colours that automatically puts me in a happy mood. During fall I would just go there and sit under trees, watching the leaves turn from green to orangey-yellow and fall slowly and gracefully into my lap. The sound of the trees swaying from side to side always makes me happy.

Me: Holland :)

Her: How's Aaron? xo

Me: You two should just make out or something I don't know how your nineteen/twenty year old minds work!

Her: Haha. You're so cute. xo

Me: Yeah, yeah.

Her: I just feel really nervous around him. xo

Me: Yeah I noticed.

I look up from my phone and I stare at the window on the other side of the room. There's a figure looking directly at my house.

As the stupid curious human being I am, I tuck my phone into one of my jeans pocket and I slowly pace to the window.

A figure stood there in black robes with a hood that went over his face making it hard for me to make out a face, plus it was getting dark outside. He looked like one of those characters in star wars, the movie from the old world, Darth Vader or something like that. I have a bunch of them locked away in my room.

The figure is tall and looks well built. He looks to the side and then back at me. He raises to fingers up. Two. Then slowly vanishes, leaving me choking on my own saliva.

What on Erudun could two mean? Two months? Two years? Two different coloured iris' ? It could literally mean anything.

I won't tell Aaron because he has a lot on his chest, besides it didn't seem like a big of a deal.

I stroll back to the fire place taking the spot I was in before I got up.

"Hot chocolate!" Aaron walks out of the kitchen with a silver tray in his hands that held two fairly large mugs with little saucers beneath them. Hot chocolate oozing out of the mugs as they were clearly filled all the way to the top.

He places them carefully on the wooden centre table behind me and grab a back of marshmallows and hands them to me. "Milady." He bows his head.

I let out a little snort. "Gladly." I rip the packet open and grab hand fulls marshmallows and toss them all over our drinks and hand one over to him.

He takes it from my hands with care, places it on his lips and takes a sip. "Yum!" He pulls it back and onto the tray. A brown mustache sat above his lips and I couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." I mange to say without laughing and I take a sip trying to act casual. I draw it back from my mouth and I touch above my lips to check if I had one too. Luckily I didn't.

"Right."

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We sit in silent, finishing off hot chocolate, the mustache still on his face.

The dark figure keeps on appearing in my head and I can't help but think who that person was and what does the number two have to do with anything.

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A/N: Any idea what 'two' means/stands for? *asks deviously*