Temptation

Chapter Seventeen! (Finally!)

This chapter is dedicated to Broken Wing Angel- who is my 70th fan! :D

She is totally awesome! :D

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There was an awkward silence followed after that. Fallon, what would happen if your dad was home? You’d be in so much trouble! Don’t let him come over, offer somewhere else.  The responsible side of my braid chided with authority. No! Don’t Fallon, let him come over! You guys can talk, and solve stuff more! So…! My not so responsible side butts in.

                Whatever, just be an adult! Follow your brain! My responsible brain says.

                Be something, and follow…your heart!

                “Um, sure…” I say, buckling my seatbelt, and letting down the window so I could get some air. I needed as much as I could get…

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As usual my dad wasn’t home when we arrived. When he was though – all he did was sit upstairs in his office like a zombie. All I’d hear at night was the click, click, clicking of his keyboard. He occupied himself with work. I really don’t feel like it was long ago I went off, I really don’t think he let it go.

                I could tell I had a troubled look on my face by the way Alistair eyed me apprehensively.

                I’m fine…I think to myself in a huff, with a knit of my brow.

                I unlock the door to my house, pushing it open, and walking in. I immediately head for the living room- that was our designated working area. We weren’t going anywhere else but the living…okay maybe the bathroom if he had to pee, or the kitchen if we got hungry…but nowhere in the back of the house, and definitely not upstairs.

                I plop down in the middle of the floor. Alistair comes with all the crafts in his hands, and places them down, before digging around in his back pocket and taking out a folded piece of paper.

                He sits across me with a small forced smile, before unfolding the paper.

                He slowly passes it to me. “It’s just a sketch of what our Utopia should look like,”

                It was really nice. He had an eye for art I could tell – it was so professional. There were grids for the electricity and everything. There was a small city, and on the outer banks little towns. “Whoa,” I breathe, “This is…amazing.”

                “Thanks – it’s kind of the only entertainment I have…”

                I nod. “So, how exactly do you plan on building this?” I inquire.

                “Well, I was planning on making the buildings and homes out of clay, and painting them. Oh, and wiring them with electricity…using small Christmas lights of course. I have a very elaborate plan. I’ve been thinking on this since the day he handed it out.”

                “Oh,” It was a good thing I had Alistair as a partner! – I was barely thinking about it at all.

                “Okay, so shall we begin with clay buildings?”

                “Sure…” I say with a sigh.

                “Make sure they’re hollow in the middle. They’re actually going to be skyscrapers. ..”