Experimental Magic ✔

Runaway: Part III

Meadow took one final walk around the block before she decided she had given Markos enough time to get rid of whatever girl he was obviously trying to hide from her. Plus, she was tired of carrying around the large amounts of take-out she had treated herself to on Markos's dime. Her hands were too full to knock, so she didn't bother using the door this time. She took the easy way out and just popped up on his couch.

"Jesus," Markos jumped at the sudden appearance of his sister. 

He jerked towards her and his eyes were immediately drawn to the giant pile of food sitting on his coffee table.

"What the hell is all that?"

"A pizza," Meadow said. "And mozzarella sticks and garlic knots and cheesy bread and wings and cannolis and oh, and can't forget my latte."

Meadow smiled with faux-innocence as she sipped on her iced mocha latte.

"Good God," Markos said astounded by the sheer amount of food. "How much did I give you?"

"60 bucks," Meadow said casually. She popped the top off the pizza, kicked her feet up and grabbed herself a slice. "Want some?"

Markos looked at the steamy, cheesy pizza sitting in front of him. It did look pretty inviting and he was hungry. He supposed he should've been mad at her for spending all his money, but it was his own fault for not paying attention. He couldn't really blame her for that. Ah, screw it, Markos thought to himself then grabbed a slice and joined Meadow on the couch.

"So what's her name?" Meadow said through a mouthful of pizza.

"What? What's who's name?" Markos played dumb, but he was doing a terrible job. His shock at the question was so transparently fake that he knew Meadow could see right through it.

"Please," Meadow scoffed. "I'm not stupid. I know you had a girl over."

"No I didn't -" Markos quickly protested, but it was no use. The look on Meadow's face said it all. He'd been caught.

"Okay fine," Markos said. "Brie. Her name is Brie."

"Like the cheese?" Meadow questioned with distaste.

"Says the girl named after a field of overgrown grass," Markos countered.

"Fair enough," Meadow said. He had her there, but that didn't mean she was ready to let him off the hook. "So, what's her last name?"

Markos tilted his head in confusion as he dug deep into the depths of his mind, searching for any hint of a last name.

"That's a good question," Markos said with a guilty smile.

"Omg," Meadow laughed. "You're unbelievable."

"It was our first date, okay?" Markos said, laughing at himself right along with her. "Give me a break."

"Wow you actually took her on a date?" Meadow said. "I thought you only hooked up with girls in the janitor's closet."

"You knew about that?" Markos said.

"Everyone knew," Meadow said in a "like, duh," sort of way.

"Yeah but, you were a kid," Markos said. "How could you have possibly known about that?"

"Everyone was talking about it," Meadow said with a shrug. "Word got around."

His little janitor's closet escapades were no secret around school, but he thought at the very least his elementary aged sister would remain innocently unaware of the rumors. But as he found out, that was not the case. Markos slumped down in the couch and resigned himself with the fact that he wasn't nearly as sneaky as he thought he was.