Shadow Keepers (Unedited)

Four: Party

Chapter Four: Party        

          When Penny and I walk down the stairs, Peter, Hayden, and James are in the living room, waiting.  Everyone looks up. Matt and Angel look almost proud. James and Hayden (yes him) look stunned. Peter, whose sitting with his back to the stairs, turned around and his eyes widen and I see some spots of red begin to form on his cheeks.

We finally make it to the bottom of the stairs. Penny is wearing leggings with a red plaid, mini skirt, strappy sandals, and a black t-shirt. Her hair is down. For accessories she is wearing a black messenger bag, a leather bracelet and her choker necklace. She’s wearing light makeup, but it still looks like a million dollars.

 I put on a pair of dark, skinny jeans, with a dark purple t-shirt, and my navy Chucks. For accessories, I’m wearing my 3 rings, a dark sleeve on my right arm, a thin red scarf, my black leather jacket and the color contacts that hid the silver in my eyes; we all have contacts so that we aren’t caught out too quickly. I walk past Peter and up to Angel so she can half braid my hair.

“And why can’t you braid your own hair?” she asked starting the braid.

“My shoulder is bruised.” I say casually. Peter stiffens.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asks, his voice filled with concern, although he tries to look casual. I give him a reassuring grin

“Of course, it only hurts if I reach up to far, and besides I’ve been through worse.” I didn’t think telling him that I heal much fast than your average human because I was a Paranormal, was a good first impression.

I see him let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He smiles at me and says

“So who’s driving with who?”

“Well I think it would be better if you drove with them seeing as you’re more formally acquainted.” Hayden says.

“I agree.” James says. Angel finishes up and I stand,

“I’ll bring the car up” I say as I walk to the garage door. Peter opens it for me, and I nod my thanks. I start walking down the stairs when I hear the door close and footsteps on the stairs. I turn and see Peter.

 “I’ll help you.” He says.

“Hmm. Fine with me.” I reply, as I start descending again.

When we reach the bottom peter stands dumbfounded. I grab my keys off their hook and walk to my car. “Whoa” is all Peter can manage.

 “Like them?” I ask, a little flirtatiously. Wait, when did I become flirtatious?!

 “Like them? Dude, these cars are amazing. I mean, come on.” He says still clearly amazed. I look at our cars. He was right. Matt’s car, a silver Porsche Carrera GT sat next to Angel’s Jaguar c-x75; both looked fresh of the lot, which they were. Penny’s black Lr4 Land Rover loomed over us as we continued over to my black cherry Mazda 6 I touring. The Honda motorcycle stood by the tools; I had been busy changing the oil and putting in some “diversion” toys when the moving truck showed.

When Peter gets to my car I see a frown forming.

“What?” I ask.

“Well, no offence or anything, but after those, it’s a little…” He struggles for the last word so I help him out

“Disappointing?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“No need. We all share cars, so this is like the everyday car, I just call it mine because I bought it.”