Eleven

Who Said Eros was the God of Love?

A/N: Happy Update Day! It's so exciting, and I feel like I've waited ages for this. :) Make sure to check out all the Academy fanfics being updated today. I'll be doing at least one chapter for the following today:

1. Eleven (Obviously...)

2. Surviving Sang

3. Her Light & Tender Heart

Now I'm off to go read everyone else's lovely updates...enjoy!

Chapter Sixteen: Who Said Eros was the God of Love?

My self-designated babysitters and I spent the majority of the day watching movies, mostly focusing on strong female leads like Mulan and Anastasia due to Sean's insistence. I think North got the point, as he calmed down and actually began enjoying himself around late afternoon.

Although that might've had something to do with me allowing him to hand feed me crackers.

It would've been romantic, if he hadn't kept asking if I was going to puke.

By late afternoon, Sean had moved onto romantic comedies. The paranoid side of me wondered if this was because I hadn't had much alone time recently with my favorite doctor.

"Romantic comedies sure are big fans of dogs," Sean observed as we watched Tom Hanks pat Brinkley on the head. "It seems like every other movie has to have at least one."

"That's cause all good romances start with dogs," Luke beamed, looking up at me from the carpet. "Right, Cupcake?"

"What do you—oh, Max." It dawned on me, and I felt myself grin as I recalled that rainy night when I was tackled by a furry monster. "I guess we did start out with a dog."

"Maybe they'll make a Rom-Com about us one day." Luke nodded thoughtfully as he tilted his head, long blonde hair sliding over one shoulder with a silkiness I felt silly for being jealous of.

"Luke, I don't think anyone would watch that!" I laughed, nudging my toe against his side. Okay, that was a lie. I totally would.

"Speak for yourself, Sang. I happen to know a girl who once described me as having 'model-worthy' good looks," Luke wiggled his eyebrows up at me.

"Oh, shush," I admonished lightly, fighting back my grin. "If I'd known what it would do to your ego, I never would've said anything. You're incorrigible."

"Thank you, Cupcake," Luke grinned as Sean snorted a laugh.

"Careful, Luke. I think your ego is reaching maximum capacity," Sean warned playfully.

"Nah, there's always room for Sang to tell me how handsome I am," Luke waved him off, and I just shook my head at the boy.

"Open up, Sang Baby," North ordered as a cracker came flying at my face. My hand jumped up to stop it, and he reluctantly held back a few inches from my mouth.

"No-orth," I whined, pulling away with a grimace. "Stop it. You keep stuffing crackers in my mouth, like I'm Iago or something."

"Iag-what?" North's face scrunched in confusion, holding the cracker closer in offering.

"The bird in Aladdin!" Sean provided helpfully from his beanbag chair.

"Baby, you're not a bird," North explained impatiently, looking between me and the cracker expectantly. Then the puzzled frown returned. "Well, you are a bird, but not that kind of bird."

A small smile fought its way onto my face.

"I'm a ghost bird," I told him with mock-arrogance, sticking my tongue out. North's eyes focused on it as his eyebrow rose.