Experimental Magic ✔

Runaway: Part II

Meadow appeared in front of Markos's door not even a second later. She reached for the door knob and let out a huff when she realized it was locked. Seriously? Meadow thought. Still teeming with annoyance from her fight with Misty, Meadow groaned and pounded on the door.

But her knocks went unnoticed. Markos and Brie were too wrapped up in each other to hear a sound. They were still high in the clouds from their night together. Markos held Brie close while she entwined her legs with his. She giggled as Markos whispered memories from the night before and nibbled at her ear. They were lost to the world, and had no intention of returning. But the real world was literally knocking at their door. And finally, it was loud enough to catch Brie's attention. 

"What's that knocking?" Brie said.

Markos heard the knocking too, but conveniently chose to ignore it.

"What knocking?" Markos said and grabbed her hips, pulling her back in. "I don't hear anything."

A smile spread across Brie's face as she let herself slip back into fantasy land. It lasted only a brief moment. The knocking became louder and more urgent, demanding to be heard. It sounded like the police were busting down their door. 

"Okay, I really think you should get that," Brie said, pushing him off her for real this time.

"All right fine," Markos groaned as he reluctantly pulled away. 

Markos trudged over to the door, dragging his feet every step of the way. Who the hell just shows up at someone's house anymore? Haven't they ever heard of texting? Markos pulled open the door prepared to tell whoever was on the other side to go to hell, but was shocked to see his little sister.

"Meadow," He said in surprise. She was the last person he was expecting to show up at his door. Especially when he was...in the middle of something. "What are you doing here?"

"Misty kicked me out," Meadow said nonchalantly.

By this time, she was past the point of anger. Now she was just annoyed and over it. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the couch and go back to being lazy like she had been before Misty so rudely interrupted her. 

"She did?" Markos said. Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised, but he was. Sure they fought like crazy, but he never thought Misty would go that far. "What for?"

"I don't know, because she hates me?"

Markos's face sunk into a sorrowful frown. It hurt him to think that Meadow truly believed that Misty hated her. 

"Misty doesn't hate you," Markos said. "She just - "

Meadow was in no mood to hear his half-assed attempts to defend her. So she deflected.

"Where are your clothes?"

"Huh?" Markos said, caught off guard that the attention was suddenly on him.

"Your clothes?" Meadow asked. "Where are they?"

Markos looked down and remembered he had nothing on but his boxers. Not even a pair of socks.

"I was, uh, sleeping," Markos said, scrambling to come up with an excuse for his lack of clothing. "Just woke up."

"You sleep in your underwear?"

"Yeah, you don't?"

As soon as the question left his lips, Markos realized he really, really did not want to know the answer.

"Don't answer that," Markos said, quickly shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of the unwanted imagery.

"Are you gonna let me in or what?" Meadow said, losing patience.