Fairy Godmother for Hire

Family Dinners

Family Dinners {{12}}

"Why do I have to come with you?" Leo whines for the millionth time.

"So she won't eat me alive." I drag my luggage up the stairs.

"Why can't we take a cab or plane?" He asks.

"Too expensive and you forget I'm broke. Which reminds me when this whole Cinderella phiasco ends I will be expecting my payment. In full." I look at him dead in the eye.

"I thought you were being generous and not charging me." Leo has a sly grin on his face.

"I was, but then I realized you're a pain in the ass. So I need some payment." I laugh.

I drag my bag, struggling along the way, while Leo walks comfortably with the bag on his back. He keeps looking down on his phone with a girlish grin on his face.

"What's your problem?" I ask.

"Nothing." He shakes his head and puts away his phone. A minute later I hear it buzz. Leo pulls out his cell again and laughs out loud. Literally. Out loud.

I snatch the phone from his hand and scroll the messages.

Diana: so tell me who you are...lol.

Leo: I don't need to.

Leo: have I told you how beautiful you are?

Diana: I'm not that beautiful.

Leo: the stars envy the shine in your eyes and the sun is jealous for your radiance.

I stop reading there because I'm going to barf if I read anymore. I make noises like I'm vomiting and hand him his phone.

"You're disgusting." Thank God it wasn't sexing. I probably would have died if I had to read it.

We make it to the top of the stairs. I set my luggage on the edge and stand up there next.

"You comin?" I turn to Leo who is still amazed by his lady friend and her texts. "I hate relationships." I grumble.

Leo stands up on the edge and grabs his bag too. The portal opens up and I throw my luggage in the hole. His phone dings and I've had it.

I take the cell and throw it into the purplish glittery hole floating in midair, that looks like a rain from underneath it.

"What the hek!" He turns and yells at me.

"Oops." I jump in before he can say anything else.

I win.

*******

"Be good. Be nice. Use your manners. Chew with your mouth closed, no elbows on the table and what ever, ever, ever you do don't ask about the eyeball collection or any weird objects my mother has scattered throughout her house." I finish my lecture.

"Yes, mother," Leo sighs. As we walk up the grand staircase I find myself fiddling with the jewelry I'm wearing. I tap my foot and twirl my hair until Leo grabs my hand and gives a gentle squeeze.

I look towards the sky and whisper, "Lord, give me strength."Leo rings the doorbell before I can run away and here we go.

My dad opens the door and I smile.

"Daddy!" I yell. I jump up and hug him. He laughs and I hear heels running. Leo and I step inside and my mother comes running. She's a 4'10" petite blonde. Think Kristen Chenoweth. Her voice is also very pitchy and she only wears heels to look like a normal person. It's her fault I have my shoe addiction.

"Briar Rose!" She yells and tackles me in her own way. "Baby, how are you? You look good. You should dye your hair. You need a mint. You also should curl your hair."

"Mom- please-stop!" I pull away and smooth down my hair.

"Oh well." She smiles and looks at Leo. "Who is this?"

"This is my friend, Leo." She kisses both of his cheeks and starts rattling things she needs to do for dinner, then flutters away.

Yes, I said fluttered.

Her pink tinted wings carry her across the hall into the kitchen.

"Has she been like this all morning?"

My dad solemnly nods his head.

"Hello sir, I'm David Rosetti-"

"But call him Leo." I pay Leo's head like he's my little brother.

"Are you two dating?" My father points between us.

"No!" Both of us yell and laugh. My

dad makes a grunting noise and walks away.

Strange family I have.

Leo and I look at each other a couple times before deciding to reluctantly walking in.

My mom has the place fully decorated for Christmas. It's Christmas Eve. I told Leo I'd have him back by 11 tonight.

I walk into the kitchen, it's huge. My parents house is a tad bit smaller than the White House. They own a wing polish company.

Shine 'n' Glitter for all your wing polish needs.

You'd think them being my parents I'd get a free bottle here and there, but no. They keep it all to sell so they can afford their lavish lifestyle.

Strange family.

I like to pretend I'm adopted.

"So honey. Vincent and I have been talking-" my mother starts.

"No mother. We aren't getting back together." I roll my eyes and lean against the counter.

"But dear-" she smiles at me.

"What happened to you wanting me to marry a nice fairy guy?" I sit in the chair.

"Preferably a doctor." My father yells from the living room.

"Yes, but Vincent is already so much like the family already. Everyone loves him." She gushes.

"Except me!" I say.

"And me." My dad says. Yes, my dad's on my side for once! My mother looks annoyed at me.

"Briar Rose, please set the table and take your little human friend to help."

My mother waves her hand and goes back to the salad. Leo and I each take a couple dishes to place on the table.

My brother and his wife show up not long after I finishes setting the table. His wife, the Sprite, Esmeralda, brings along their four kids.

The kids all fly around the house, well the ones who are able to control their wings. Leo was in amazement as everyone around would be flying. For his sake I stayed planted on the ground, but a few moments I couldn't help but flutter from room to room.

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Once the dinner is all ready we take a seat at the long table. I notice there is an extra place setting.

"Mom, what's with the extra place?"

"Oh well my friend was supposed to be coming. I guess he's not." I notice my father shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"Who is this guy?" I push around the food on my plate aimlessly.

"Oh well-"the door bell rings and my mother shoots from her chair and flies over the table. Leo grabs his drink from spilling.

I hear my mother giggling and her heels clomping. My back is to the door, I look at my brother and he's biting back a laugh. Esmeralda looks at me wide eyed and shakes her head. I brave myself to turn around at my house guests.

Oh well this night is about to get 10 times as interesting.

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