~BOOK 4/PART ONE~ Paranormal: The Battle's Only Just Begun (Multi-Bandom FanFic)

Chapter 6

"...and here's Will's bar," Rachael concluded her tour around New Orleans for her sister, stopping in front of the place she and the guys used to spend their time at. She heaved a sigh and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Will?" Natalie asked, the name unfamiliar to her.

"William Beckett," The older of the two witches clarified, "He's-" Before she could get out another word, her cell phone began to go off. Rachael rolled her eyes and pulled the device out of her back pocket, seeing that the caller's identity belonged to Patrick. She held the phone in her hands for a moment or two before pressing the ignore button.

"Who keeps calling you?"

"Patrick," The witch answered, returning the device to its place.

"Patrick?"

"Yeah, I'm sure it's nothing."

"What if it's something, though?"

Rachael shrugged her shoulders and shoved her hands into her coat pockets. "Then he'll leave a message."

"Wow, what did he do to you?" Natalie questioned while giving her sister a worried look, "I mean, I know you're with Brendon now, but I thought you and Patrick would have always stayed together, but obviously your tastes in men have changed. You know, since you and Brendon are a thing."

"I'm not with Brendon, Nat. I'm just...living with him for a little while."

"Yes, that's why you practically shoved your tongues down each other's throats," The younger of the two sisters replied sarcastically, earning a glare from the older one.

"Nothing happened between Patrick and me, okay?" Rachael reassured her, "At least, nothing that you need to worry about."

"Right, that's the same answer as before," The younger witch mentioned, "Look, Rach, it's not wrong to say that you and Patrick are on a break, but you can't keep living in denial that you're done with Patrick and have moved on. Or do you just not want to admit to yourself that you've fallen for Brendon after all these years?"

Rachael scoffed. "Why does it even matter to you? And since when have you had the slightest interest in my life unless it had to do with me possibly dying?"

"Don't be so childish. I'm just worried that you'll get hurt in this 'love triangle'," Natalie disclosed in a sincere manner, "I care about you, Rachael."

The older witch gave her sister a strange look. "You care about me?" The younger witch nodded her head and gave Rachael a small smile, but the eldest sister wasn't convinced. "Since when?"

"Rachael, you're causing a scene." Natalie crossed her arms. Rachael glanced around and saw the people looking at her, a redness creeping up in her cheeks before she tilted her head down and walked forward. Her sister followed after her. "Why is it so hard for you to admit that you like Brendon?"

"Maybe because I don't like him."

"But you do."

"No, I don't!" She snapped under her breath, turning her head to look at Natalie, "You all think you can tell me how I feel. But how I feel is how I feel and I don't like him like that. He's too much like me, okay? I know what's going to happen and-"

"Oh, don't give me that excuse. You've liked him ever since you got old enough to like people like that. Yes, he's a witch, like you, but besides that, he's a different man. And what's wrong with having someone like you?"

Rachael shook her head. "Because that someone isn't the person I want to like me."

"What? Why? Brendon's the perfect guy!" Natalie exclaimed quietly, the two of them walking down the sidewalk together, "He's handsome, he's funny, and he genuinely cares about you." She counted off on her fingers. "I would die to have someone like that like me."