❝You're a mermaid!❞
❝Gee, what gave it away? The scales or the fricking fish tail that I have instead of legs?!❞
❝Um... Well...❞
❝That was a rhetorical question you idiot.❞
In which Jackson Whittemore's older sister is a mermaid who falls for the so...
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IT WAS late one night when a red sports car drove down the deserted road. With the top of the car down the wind blowed through the blonde hair of Rikki Whittemore. She just drove through the 'Welcome to Beacon Hills' sign. It made Rikki have mix emotions about it all.
She was happy to be home but she was also scared. She didn't want to run into anyone she knew from when she went to school here, she didn't want to have to explain herself. But Rikki knew she was the talk of the town when she left and when everyone finds out she came back, she will be the talk of the town once again.
Rikki let out a sigh as she turned down the road that seemed to fade away from her memories. Its been too long.
She was nearing her house when she slammed on the breaks after something jumped from the sidewalk onto the hood of her car and kept running. When Rikki looked she didn't get a very good look of what it was but she could have sweared that she saw a teenage boy running on all fours. That was absolutely crazy.
Rikki shooked it off, "God I'm tired. This jet-leg is killing me."
Few minutes later Rikki parked outside her house. She grabbed her bags from the trunk then took a look around the neighborhood. It hasn't changed a bit from when she last saw it. Rikki couldn't help but smile before heading inside.
Rikki found the door to be unlocked so she walked in. It was quiet. Rikki sat her bags down.
"Mom? Dad? Jackson? I'm home!" Rikki said
She turned when she heard footsteps come her way. Both of her parents came into view, causing tears to be brought to Rikki's eyes.
"Rikki?" Mrs. Whittemore gasped covering her mouth.
"Hi mom," Rikki said
Mrs. Whittemore opened her arms which Rikki gladly accepted. Mr. Whittemore just watched.
"Hi dad," Rikki's smile faded at the look she got.
"What are you doing back?"
"Dad I'm 23 years old. I thought it was time to come home," Rikki said
"Its okay. We can discuss this in the morning. Right now you must be starving. Come with me," Mrs. Whittemore said
Rikki followed her to the kitchen where her mom got her a bowl of her favorite ice cream, cookie dough.
