I Hate Everything About You

Chapter 4

The breaks of a bicycle whined unhappily against the asphalt covered sidewalk. A pair of dark blue eyes peered up at the La Reine Manor it looked different than it had been nearly a month and a half ago, where the aged family home of the La Reine's had held a sombre atmosphere. Now it resembled a more playful ambience which had encouragingly seeped into the small garden at the front of the manor. As spring flowers lazily basked in the afternoon sun. /There's something different about this place...since Queenie moved here. / Were the stray thoughts of one Jean - Jaques Leroy, a small grin planted on his lips, as his thumb flicked against the cycle bell on his right. The shrill ring even woke a few baffled squawks from a pair of widgeon's who had temporarily nested in a few bushes close to the wrought iron gates.The black haired boy's light snicker escaped with ease, although he had not meant to wake them.

Inside La Reine Manor agile feet jumped down two steps at a time descending the matured staircase. "Yuri! Your mittens are in the study, you forgot them by the fireplace." Came the gruff voice of the elderly patriarch of the La Reine family called after his grand - nephew. Sock covered feet whirled up on the hardwood floors and sprinted straight into the study to uncover, that the young blonde's mittens were, in fact, laying right where he left them to dry the previous day. After a rather heavy downpour with rain. "Thank you, Uncle Mor!" Yuri shouted before he grabbed a hold of his mittens and ventured towards the carrier bag to hold figure skates and other required knick knacks for a promising figure skater. Which had been a belated birthday present from the younger blondes great uncle.

The older man in question merely shook his head at the energy, his nephew had inside that small body."You remember to come home as soon as practice is over Yuri. I would not want to worry your parents." Morgan La Reine remarked while he tilted his green eyes to simply take in some of the youthful energy the six-year-old boy had blasted into the aged hallways."But Uncle Mor, were they not going to another province to see...some other old people?" Yuri queried absently towards his uncle, as his small hands zipped up the lighter but windproof spring jacket. Morgan chuckled as the unhappy expression of annoyance painted itself over Yuri's pale cheeks.

"Yes, my boy your parents and Alain and Nathalie went with them to meet up with old classmates from their University days. Which is why Jean is going to spend the weekend with us." As those words filtered through the older man's mouth. Younger green eyes shimmered mischief, that would be the only positive thing with this whole incident. Jean was going to sleep over at this very house, even if his parents had left him in the care of his great-uncle. A faint shrill bell echoed against the door, a pair of pale ears perked at the sound. "Jean is here! We will be back in short hours Uncle Mor!" Yuri called as he eagerly slammed the door shut in his wake. "That would be a few...or some hours Yuri...." Morgan muttered quietly while shaking his head as he turned his focus toward the kitchen. It was about time to at least start on dinner, a faint idea already present that if his six-year-old nephew could eat at least 2-3 servings of a dish.

A ten -year - old would supposedly be able to eat just as much or maybe more... Jean looked up as he noticed Yuri running out the door and straight towards him. "Hi, Queenie, ready to go?" Jean asked playfully while his elbow suffered a faint ache, as Yuri had smacked his hand against the older boy's elbow. "Yes, I have everything in my bag idiotic King." The half - Russian, half - Canadian, retaliated.Ever since the snowball incident a few weeks ago, their friendship had gotten more open. And Jean's former bully had lost his reign of miniature terror, over the younger grades. To say the least, the black-haired Canadian's school day's had become significantly better, clasping his fingers at a helmet dangling from the left side. Of the bicycle's steering wheel, holding it expectantly towards Yuri. Not only would Jeans parent's have a fitful lecture, if they did not use helmets.