Its never always magical

Chapter 2-milo

"We need to get you to the angel ward at the hospital." My mother says. "Amelia can you help him to the car please." Charlie shrugs his shirt over his folded wings and wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"I hope I'm not hurting you." He says as we start shuffling to the door.

"Nah it's all right." I reply. "I only have to support an extra 70kg." Charlie rolls his eyes. "Stop over exaggerating, I'm 65." He smirks.

I help him into the back seat of the car. "You would think angels had a better mode of transport." I mutter.

"Oh we do. But this is human territory and we have to disguise ourselves as much as possible." He says.

"Well your not doing a very good job with that are you. You're telling me this and I'm human." I reply. Charlie waves away my remark and closes the door. I grasp the white handle on the front passenger seat door but hesitate to open it.

"Amelia!" My mother calls from the front door. I spin around whacking my hand on the white BMW wing mirror in the process.

"Ow!" I say shaking my hand up and down to subside the pain. A low chuckling sound started coming from the white vehicle. "Oh you shut up." I attempt glower at him but it turns out as half a smirk.

"What mum!" I yell back.

"I lost my house key so you have to watch the house." She shouts. The sound of the car window rolling down catches my attention.

"No I think she needs to come!" Charlie shouts humorously. "She hit the wing mirror with her hand and might need it checked."

"I thought I told you to shut up." I sigh. Cradling my fist I make my way back up the stone path to the cherrywood door. Mum is leaning against the door jam with her hands on her hips.

"Sorry. Angels have an odd sense of humor." She explains.

"Don't worry about it mum it's fine." I say. She makes a move towards the white BMW. "Remember to tell him who you are though, after all he did ask that question." I add with a smirk. Mum rolled her eyes.

"I think he's rubbing off on you." She shook her head.

I stepped into the empty house with a sigh. Suddenly an Idea pops into my head. Rushing for the art cupboard I pull out a yellowing sketchpad and a pencil. I throw the sketchpad onto my art desk and get to work.

Half an hour later and I have finnished. I examine my masterpiece with confusion. Why did I want to draw a centaur? I shrug it off and close my drawing book. I shove it back in the peeling cupboard along with the pencil.

Pringle who up until now has failed to make an appearance clambers back up onto the bay window seat to sunbathe. I plonk myself on the light blue cushions next to him and ruffle up his fur.

"Where have you been mr prima donna." I croon. Faster than I can pull away his head whips round and his mouth latches onto my wing mirror beaten hand.

"Ouch!" I yelp. "Bad Pringle. Bad!" I scold him.

Riiiiiiiing! Distracted by the doorbell I race to the door startling Pringle in the process. Composing myself I twist the knob on the door pulling it towards me.

"You called?" The man on the other side asks. My jaw drops to the ground.

"This can't be happening." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The man on the porch infact wasn't a man.

"I see this is a shock for you." He says. "Can I come in? I don't want to attract any human attention." I nod vigorously and gesture inside. His hooves clack on the wooden floorboards as I secure the latches on the door. I lead him into the art room taking a seat at the window.

"So. your a centaur." I finally manage to say. He inclines his head.

"Yes. I am indeed."

"I swear this day just keep getting weirder." The centaur gives me an apologetic look.

"Sorry my presence has made your day weirder. Would you mind telling me about it?" He inquires.

"Ok so to start off I got frustrated with a painting. Then when I was cleaning up I went outside to dispose of the newspaper. While I was outside some guys threw an angel on my lawn. Then my mother found out and started accusing him of everything. Then she ended up liking him and now you." I blurt out.

"Rough day huh."

"Tell me about it. Sorry I'm being rude would you like a drink?" I ask.

"Oh no not at all. I'll have a Chinese dragon hill coffee, black with no sugar." The centaur replies.

"Um I don't think we have that." I chew my lip. "But we have tea?"

The awkward moment is saved by the front door.

"Amelia! Open up!" Mum calls from the porch.

"One sec." I say to the centaur as I race out to unlatch the chain. The cherrywood slab flies inward, narrowly missing my face and slamming against the wall.

"Amelia!"

Suddenly I'm knocked flat on my back by Charlie. Who by the looks of things has had some VERY strong painkillers. His face is just inches from mine and I can feel his warm breath as it brushes my face.

"Charlie?" I choke out.

"Yes?"

"Your crushing me."

"On sorry." He apologises. He roles off me and onto his back. Mum shakes her head.

"I had to put up with him the whole car ride home." She says and offers me a hand up. "Sandra this, Sandra that. The novelty Wears off after a while."

I brush imaginary pieces of dirt from my black skinny jeans and come strands of my limp brown hair out of my eyes.

"Mum. There's someone in the art room." I say. She looks at me sideways.

"Who?" She questions.

"I don't know. He didn't say." I reply. Shouldering past Charlie I re enter the art room to find it empty.

"But-. He was here like just before." I say in disbelief. Spotting a piece of paper on the wooden desk I pick it up and examine it.

Ey

Sorry for the hasty exit I got another call.

By the way the names milo.

If you ever need anything just draw a little more on that sketch.

Milo

P.s maybe pick up some of that coffee, it's really good.

You would like it.

"So where's this 'guy' you were talking about." Mum asks. I look up from the note suddenly realising she's been standing there for quite some time.

"Oh he had to leave. He got a call." I say trying not to sound too disappointed. First centaur I ever meet and I don't even make a good impression. Great.

"Sandra where's the coffee!?" Charlie yells from the kitchen.

"What's up with everybody and coffee today!?" I throw up my hands. I fold the note up and shove it in my back pocket.

"Hey what's that. Your bleeding." Mum points to the blood trickling from below my thumb.

"Oh yeah Pringle bit me." I shrug.

"I swear that cats a demon." My mother mutters as she heads down the hall to the kitchen to tell Charlie were out of coffee.

I take the stairs two at a time up to the landing. I grab a face cloth from the linen closet and start washing out the bite in the sink. The sun is resting on the horizon like an egg in a nest.

(A/N)

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