room where she closed the door behind us.
More screams and arguing ensued as I sat on Hayden’s scrolly silver bed. With the door closed they were muted, but not by much.
“Do they do this often?” I asked while I took in her room with its hot pink walls. It didn’t seem like the typical teenage room, especially a young teenager’s room. Where were the posters of the heartthrob of the moment? The pictures with friends? The clothes thrown everywhere? It was all missing.
There was a large silver framed mirror over her tidy desk beside her bed, and a long dresser under her bedroom window. The window was covered by sheer aqua curtains with glittery flecks through them and they pooled on the floor on either side of the dresser. The curtains hung from a silver curtain rod with scrolled ends that matched her bed. She also had a tall hutch beside her closet. All the furniture matched: silver metal with scrolls over the doors and just behind the scrolls was the same fabric that was on her bedspread. It had a hot pink and aqua flowered pattern with a bit of orange and a hint of lime green. The only thing that seemed out of sorts was her bedspread that was bundled up at the foot of her bed.
She took a pink glitter covered box from her very organized hutch and sat on the bed beside me and opened it. I expected something exciting or an answer to what was happening outside her bedroom but as she opened the lid it only revealed several different shades of nail polish. She began pulling colors out then said, “Felix had to leave for the day. She’s less respectful when he’s not around.” She began comparing her colors, narrowing her choices and putting back the rejects. She continued explaining as she did so, “She’s pissed because Oliver told her she had to share some memories with you.” She glanced up at me for a brief moment.
“What…? That’s what he wants me to talk to her about?”
“Yep.”
She’d settled on a color, a delicate light pink shade, and began applying it to her toenails. Nothing like dropping a bomb and then going about your business.
I stared at her, I’m sure with my mouth hanging open, as she painted her toes and surprisingly I thought about how dim the lighting was in her room. Really? I just found out I have to get all up close and personal with a psycho vamp and my concern is poor lighting? Maybe that vampire bite had left me a little dense…
The bickering ended. There was only silence coming from the other side of the door and then it flew open, hitting the closet door behind it with a loud thud. We both screamed and Lola jumped to her feet and snarled. Oliver was in the doorway. “You scared me!” he said as he entered the room and pulled me off the bed and into his arms.
I was shaken by his behavior in more ways than one. I mustered up a response, “I’ve never heard you like this,” I said against his chest and then I very quietly added, “It scared me.”
He held me tighter and whispered, “I’m so sorry Laney. She brings out the worst in me.” He relaxed his grip on me and held me out to look into my eyes. “I’ll take you to your aunt’s if you’d feel better there.”
I wasn’t sure how to answer. I wanted to be there with him and I felt happy there with him, minus the Julz factor of course, but I didn’t get to answer because just then, from the hot pink area rug centered in Hayden’s room, Lola sprang to her feet again, hair raised, ears back and lip up in a snarl. She was facing the open door and growling ferociously. There, in the doorway, stood Julz, all wild and crazy looking.
“What do you think you’re doing in here? This is my daughter’s room! You two get back in your room where you belong.” She gestured to Oliver’s room with an overly dramatic movement.
Oliver stepped away from me, placing himself protectively in front of both me and Hayden. Lola was snarling by his side. But none of
More screams and arguing ensued as I sat on Hayden’s scrolly silver bed. With the door closed they were muted, but not by much.
“Do they do this often?” I asked while I took in her room with its hot pink walls. It didn’t seem like the typical teenage room, especially a young teenager’s room. Where were the posters of the heartthrob of the moment? The pictures with friends? The clothes thrown everywhere? It was all missing.
There was a large silver framed mirror over her tidy desk beside her bed, and a long dresser under her bedroom window. The window was covered by sheer aqua curtains with glittery flecks through them and they pooled on the floor on either side of the dresser. The curtains hung from a silver curtain rod with scrolled ends that matched her bed. She also had a tall hutch beside her closet. All the furniture matched: silver metal with scrolls over the doors and just behind the scrolls was the same fabric that was on her bedspread. It had a hot pink and aqua flowered pattern with a bit of orange and a hint of lime green. The only thing that seemed out of sorts was her bedspread that was bundled up at the foot of her bed.
She took a pink glitter covered box from her very organized hutch and sat on the bed beside me and opened it. I expected something exciting or an answer to what was happening outside her bedroom but as she opened the lid it only revealed several different shades of nail polish. She began pulling colors out then said, “Felix had to leave for the day. She’s less respectful when he’s not around.” She began comparing her colors, narrowing her choices and putting back the rejects. She continued explaining as she did so, “She’s pissed because Oliver told her she had to share some memories with you.” She glanced up at me for a brief moment.
“What…? That’s what he wants me to talk to her about?”
“Yep.”
She’d settled on a color, a delicate light pink shade, and began applying it to her toenails. Nothing like dropping a bomb and then going about your business.
I stared at her, I’m sure with my mouth hanging open, as she painted her toes and surprisingly I thought about how dim the lighting was in her room. Really? I just found out I have to get all up close and personal with a psycho vamp and my concern is poor lighting? Maybe that vampire bite had left me a little dense…
The bickering ended. There was only silence coming from the other side of the door and then it flew open, hitting the closet door behind it with a loud thud. We both screamed and Lola jumped to her feet and snarled. Oliver was in the doorway. “You scared me!” he said as he entered the room and pulled me off the bed and into his arms.
I was shaken by his behavior in more ways than one. I mustered up a response, “I’ve never heard you like this,” I said against his chest and then I very quietly added, “It scared me.”
He held me tighter and whispered, “I’m so sorry Laney. She brings out the worst in me.” He relaxed his grip on me and held me out to look into my eyes. “I’ll take you to your aunt’s if you’d feel better there.”
I wasn’t sure how to answer. I wanted to be there with him and I felt happy there with him, minus the Julz factor of course, but I didn’t get to answer because just then, from the hot pink area rug centered in Hayden’s room, Lola sprang to her feet again, hair raised, ears back and lip up in a snarl. She was facing the open door and growling ferociously. There, in the doorway, stood Julz, all wild and crazy looking.
“What do you think you’re doing in here? This is my daughter’s room! You two get back in your room where you belong.” She gestured to Oliver’s room with an overly dramatic movement.
Oliver stepped away from me, placing himself protectively in front of both me and Hayden. Lola was snarling by his side. But none of
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