How Do You Do?

7: No, I Don't Just Become an Autistic Dolphin For No Reason

Don't Feel Quite Right - Palaye Royale
   
    Everybody's waiting for us on the couches, either finishing up setting up the snacks or getting comfortable.
   "Perfect timing," Stephanie Pearson starts brightly, handing Reina the caramel corn. She takes it gratefully, and sits on the spot Stephanie  patted for her, which is in between the model and Vienna.
   "If you want you can put the kids in the guest room so they'll sleep better," Sebastian offers, and I nod gratefully. "Rem, show her the way."
The walk was silent, the only sounds our footsteps and the children's loud, peaceful breathing. When we get to the big, elegant-like  room, Remington waits for me to lay Auggie down before he  lays the two girls on either side of him, pulling the crimson sheets over them when they've settled. As we walk out, he leaves the door slightly ajar, but decides to close it later once we've both agreed that the din of the adults from the living room might wake them.
   Returning to the living room, Emerson points to the lengthy end of the sectional couch, and motions me towards it. Hesitantly making my way over, I sit. Well, more like sink, cause damn that thing is cushiony and comfortable.
I'm about to slip into a nice peaceful slumber when I start to shriek and flop around like a retarded seal. No, I don't just become an autistic dolphin for no reason. I'm being tickled ladies and gents. I manage to grip hold on the culprit's hands, and feel the cool metal of rings. Remington.
   I finally get him to stop, with my breathing hard. He smirks. "Sorry, Darling, you can't fall asleep."

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Walking into the kitchen with Remington in tow, I grab us both a monster. The house is silent now, and completely dark besides the kitchen light. The marathon ended halfway through the first part of Deathly Hallows for everybody else, due to the fact that they fell asleep. Since I can't fall asleep, Remington volunteered to stay up with me to make sure I don't sleep. 
  I pass him the monster while I pop my can open and sip mine silently. I nearly choke when Remington turns the can horizontally and sinks his teeth into the tin, the can popping hollowly under his lips. I watch as he drains the whole can and tosses it into the trash bin. What the crap?!
   "How the fluff did you not cut up your lips? Better yet how do you even do that? You really are a vampire," I blurt, and he throws his head back and laughs. I notice that his laugh is soft and sweet, not loud and obnoxious like mine. I blush at the thought, but remember when he kissed me earlier today. Why did he do that?
   "Why did I do what, princess?" He asks me, leaning on the counter, using his hands as support.
   "I need to learn how to just not. Or get s filter," I add as a second thought, and he laughs sweetly again.
   "I think that it's cute when you say things you think. But back to my earlier question." I sigh, not wanting to bring it up, so I shake my head no. He cocks his head to the side like a lost puppy, slightly furrowing his brows with his smile still in tact, though slightly fading.
Pushing myself off the fridge, I smile at him slightly and start to make my way out of the kitchen to avoid the awkward question. Swiftly, he reaches out and grabs my wrist. It's not painful or a tight hold, it's more of a gentle yet firm grip on my wrist.
   Looking back at him, surprised, I see that he's worried. "Princess, what's wrong?" Why does he call me that? He smiles. "Because you act like one. Not spoiled though," he adds quickly. "But rather like the good ones, the admirable ones." I bite my lip at this, and poorly hide my smile. "Tell me what's bothering you?" He pleads.
    Why? He doesn't know me, and I don't know him. I want to know him, but I'm afraid. Of what exactly, I don't know. Maybe that's why I end up blurting out the question.
  "Why did you kiss me?"
  There's silence for a few minutes, and I hesitantly wait, listening to the slight hum the elegant house gives. I watch him ponder this question carefully, before he finally sighs.
   "Because ever since that night two years ago when I kissed your cheek, I've been waiting to do it again."

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   There's a faint chirping that awakes me from my slumber. A cold toned glow casts it's rays over my eyelids, letting me know it's probably around seven in the evening. I slowly peel open my eyes and turn onto my side to look at my alarm clock, only it's not there.
   Wait.
  Soon I'm awake, and I'm looking around in a slight panic, my heart racing ever the slightest. I slip out of the raised comfortable bed, letting the cool air hit my bare thighs, covering my biker shorts but not the top of my huge snake tattoo, which runs the length of my thigh to my ankle on my right leg.

I'd gotten it done in my first week of New York. My small, bare feet are freezing against the marbled tile floor, and I fast walk to the ivory door, rushing out into the hall. It looks familiar, though I don't know why. I'm becoming frantic, breathing heavily and speed walking through the halls. Where's my sisters? Where's my brother? I hardly go anywhere without them.
   Suddenly, I hear a faint giggle that sounds like Alice, in the rare occasion that she actually laughs. I rush in the direction of the angelic sound, not caring that my wild red waves are in my face, or even that the air is chilling me to the bone.
   I end up slamming into someone, and arms wrap around me to prevent me from falling. We stumble for a moment, before I hear, "woah, easy there, tiger, how's your head?" I look up and meet the eyes of Remington Leith.
It wasn't a dream.

Hey guys! Sorry I'm sick so I didn't update sooner. Enjoy!