Chaos Descending

Things Are About to Get Electric in Here

Chapter 20 - Things Are About to Get Electric in Here

"Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we gonna get going?" I moaned.

Dalton raised a dark eyebrow and frowned. "Gee, cranky much?"

Vycandor put his arm around me and pulled me close. "Don't mind, Chaos. She's in a hurry to get Robert's help."

"What does she need his help for?" Dalton said, voice curious.

"She just does," Thomas interrupted.

"Does anyone even know where the Electric Forest is?" Vycandor asked.

Before I could answer, Dalton raised his hand and began jumping up and down to get our attention. As if he didn't have it already. "Ooh, ooh, oh...ooh, ooh!"

"Put your hand down, Horseshack," I mumbled. "This ain't an episode of Welcome Back Kotter. I know where the Electric Forest is."

Dalton lowered his hand, looking defeated. "Now I know why she needs Robert's help."

I spun around and stormed off. Only after we'd crossed the impossibly long bridge did I break the silence. "Dalton, if you're coming with us you're gonna have to hitch a ride with someone." I paused to hop in Vycandor's  two seater, hoping he got the message.

"He can ride with me," Thomas offered. Refusing to meet my eyes, he slowly removed his black leather jacket first before ripping off his white T-shirt just as slowly as if purposefully taking his sweet ass time just because he knew I was watching.

I was, but that didn't mean he had to put on such a show.

Dalton approached the Corvette and nudged me in the shoulder. "Well ain't he just a hunka, hunka burnin' love."

"He sure is," I whispered, not realizing I'd said it out loud.

"You two dating?" Dalton said, quirking his brow.

I caught Thomas' eyes as his sparkling white wings exploded with great force from beneath his heavily muscled shoulder blades. Even though I was sitting down, he still managed to glitter bomb me. "I don't know if I would call it dating, exactly."

Dalton's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're not hittin' that?"

"It's complicated," I groaned.

He put up his hands in mock surrender. "I get it. No jinxsies. You don't want to talk about it." Not even a second ticked by before he pointed at Thomas and added, "Guurl, please. How can you even think about cutting him loose? I mean, look at him! I can't believe you're rejecting...that."

I tossed him a frown. "He's not an organ donor. And, besides...he's the one who pulled away from me."

Dalton sucked in his breath. "Oh, honey. What did you do?"

"Why does it always have to be my fault?"

He put a large hand over his heart. "Because you're a girl."

"He's just mad at me because of Vycandor. Yeah, like I asked to become a freakin' sin eater. I guess that's my fault too."

He pointed an accusing finger at me. "Ooh, ooh, ooooh! That was you?"

Vycandor opened the driver's side car door and sat down gracefully in the red leather seat, tucking in the tails of his long waist coat. "What did Chaos do now?"

"Oh, put a sock in it! Can we go already?"

"Dalton, it might be easier if you..." Thomas paused as if searching for the right words. "Uh, I mean, it might be easier if you..."