Lonely Vengeance

Madin Hit the Mother Load

***You can skip this chapter, It's just a filler. But you'll deeply regret it! C.C, I hope this is what you had in mind!***

(J.C. Rama)

Did she have to leave her home? Yes.

Was it really to protect her? Why else?

I just wish I wasn't the reason that that crestfallen look on her face.

The only thing we had to do was break into her house and take all of her most precious possessions. That sounded a lot better in my head, I swear I'm not a psychopath. We only had so much room in Madin's truck so what we couldn't fit we couldn't bring. First was the photos, the four stuffed bears (one I had won for her several years before I graduated at a local fair), the trinkets she had found in the kingdom, then they made it into one and a half of our five duffel bags. We made it upstairs to her room. Madin started with the drawers in the wardrobe and I packed the clothes that were scattered across the floor, not caring if they were clean or not.

I was almost done with the last pile of tank tops when- "Hey, J.C." I looked over at what possibly could have sparked Madin's interest so much that he wanted to share with me. In his hands (I should say held up by his index fingers) a lacy, black thong. I had to turn away quickly so Madin would see me blush. Why was that in a sixteen-year-old's room! Then again, why were there two men in her room... BAD THOUGHT! BAD THOUGHT!

"I guess even angels love to sin, too. Am I right?" I could tell he was just doing this to get me mad or blush even redder that I already was.

I mean I have seen a thong before, and I really didn't care. But you know it's different when it is someone that you've been best friends with for over seven years. I looked back over to Madin to see if he put the thong away and started acting his own age. He wasn't. He was playing with the waistband!

"How is it so stretchy?" He asked himself.

"Dude, we don't have a lot of time. Can you please start acting, I don't know, not thirteen?"

He looked up at me and flung the thong like a rubber band at me with his thumbs. After it landed on my shoulder he smiled smugly at his work. Ugh, why must I be friends with a five year old? After I tossed it back to Madin, I packed up the rest of the clothes, trying to ignore that one drawer.

"J.C.! I found the Mother load!" he was pulling out underwear left and right. Every different color. I turned away, I felt too much heat rise to my cheeks.

"How do girls do this?" I heard Madin say quietly.

'Oh great! Now he was trying to put it on! He'll break it.' I thought. I turned back to the child trapped in an adult's body of a friend. No, no. It was a bright pink bra. He was trying to see if he could fit into the bra! WTF? He tried to unhook (failing epicly) eventually I had to go over and help him out of it. How girls do it so easily will forever be a mystery.

When I got over to him I heard foot steps coming up the stairs and utter embarrassment us to come to me and Madin.

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(Minka)

I was five minutes from my house, thinking about what will happen to me and my friends. I hope not much has to change. I hope the queen drops dead so I won't have to go into hiding like a wanted criminal. I mean I am one, but I don't want to feel like one. I looked over at Skylar. He was focused on the road ahead of him. His bark blue eyes, the ones I have loved because they remind me of safety and comfort, I wish were on me as he was telling me that everything would be okay. But then we'll crash and die, so I think I'm okay with him looking at the road.

"Did you finish Mrs. Patrellö's essay?"

Yes, yes I did. But I left it in my room.

"Turn this car around, Skylar!" I shouted. This might be last day at school. I am not getting an F on the last assignment I have to turn in.

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I was walking through my manor's door as I heard  a shout from upstairs. I rain up the wooden stairs only to find J.C trying to get my bra off Madin with a pair of underwear at his feet. Madin had his upper armour off with the bra on sideways with the left strap on his right shoulder and one of the two hooks were off. I couldn't help but giggle as J.C. kept telling Madin that 'it was going to fine' and 'that he'll get the evil contraption off'. But I had to down right laugh when he said 'no, it won't eat you, Madin.'

J.C. turned around to look at me and blush even deeper than he was already.

"Oh, please, don't stop at my appearance. Continue whispering sweet nothing's to your boyfriend," I said leaning against the door frame.

This time it was Madin's turn to blush. I grabbed my essay off of my bedside table and left chuckling. This day isn't so bad after all.

*****Sorry this was soooooo late!*****