So, one fine day, I find odd things happening to me. Whatever I wish comes true. At first, this scares me a lot. But then, a woman called 'Storm' breaks into my room and declares that I've got magical powers and that I'm a witch. Oh, joy.
As I...
NOOOOO!! I found him! I found him! Eureka!! I found Hunt; its Chase Jones, Kimberly's brother. It's him!
What should I do now? Should I ask him about this? Is it illegal for a witch to talk about magical stuff to a wizard?
A faint memory of Storm warning that I shouldn't get to know Hunt and White flashed before my eyes. But what do I do now? My heart was rimming loudly over my ribs, and I forgot to breathe. A few drops of perspiration formed on my forehead. I knew I needed to calm down, but this same thought made me more panicked.
Kim placed a concerned palm on my shoulder, and I averted my horror struck eyes on her. "Becky?" her eyes looked disturbed, her anxious eyebrows stitching together. "What's wrong? You're alright?" Her deep blue eyes; its depth deeper than the seas, seemed to have a calming influence on me, and I relaxed a teeny bit. But that was enough for me to think straight. I nodded at her with a small smile and said, "I'm fine!"
Chase emerged at the doorway balancing a package full of foodstuff awkwardly shuffling it from hand to hand. He plodded to me and handed me my packets of French fries and coke with a crooked and genuine smile. I returned a smile with equal genuinity and he swayed his head slightly. He dismissed to the couch, where Silvia was eagerly waiting for her pizza, her hands rubbing together readily. She licked her pinky painted full lips which were smiling heavenly. Kim popped open the coke beside me and quickly took a swig, puffing out a relieved sigh.
Silvia snatched the pizza box from Chase, and laid it on her lap. I pulled out a french fry and nibbled at its side as I scrutinized the girl on the couch. She wore a pink neck down shirt and a matching pair of pink shorts with silver embroidery.
Silvia's fingers traced the sides of the pizza box. Without thinking, I swiftly flicked my finger at it, and a few flecks of colourless waves emerged from the tip of my index finger and collapsed into the box when the reached it.
I snickered under my palm as I imagined the look on Silvia's face when she'd unfence the pizza box.
I heard the box get ripped open and my eyes darted up at Silvia's expectant eyes. Yay, I was looking forward to this exact moment. As soon as her eyes trailed upon the contents of the box, those mascara eyes widened in disbelief and her mouth twitched into a sneer. "Chaassseee?" an earsplitting squeal escaped her mouth. "What the hell is this?" She adjusted the box on her lap so that he could take a better look at it, and I caught a glimpse of the greeny materials brimming in the box. There was no triple cheese pizza in it, and I exactly knew it because, oh come on, who performed the magic? Buddha? Its me. Instead of pizza, I spotted the swollen heads of green broccoli. A stutter of giggles attacked my tummy and I heard Kim bustling with giggles.
Chase's mouth dropped to the floor in shock and he rushed forward and clutched the box, blinking. His face was priceless like a deer caught in headlights. He mumbled something, but couldn't get any meaningful words out of his mouth. "What the--?" he stuttered.
"Chase, what are playing at? Where's the pizza? Why would you do this?" she accused, folding her hands around her chest and sending a few sharp daggers at him through her eyes.
He blinked again. Twice. Thrice. Then a surprised look took over his face, and a faint smile was drawn into his face. "What do you mean, Silvi? You're joking? You think I put broccoli into this?" he pointed at the box full of green sprouted heads of broccoli.
OMG! OMG! This scene was ten times more amusing that I pictured it in my mind. All credits to Chase's blunt expressions and Silvia's freaked out face. It took all my strength to suppress the giggles which were at my throat.
"YES!" Silvia stood up answering boldly, her confident hands on her hip. Suddenly Chase seemed mildly hurt at this unexpected blame put on top of his head by his own beloved girlfriend.
Chase tried to explain her and convince her that he had done exactly nothing, and their arguments heated up as it annoyed dear Silvia, while Kim and I were busy rolling on the floor, clutching our stomachs as we laughed at the scene, our french fries and coke long forgotten.
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