5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
WickedStar7:
Ahhh! Axel! I cliffhanger!!
I wanna know what happens next!!
You're killing your fan.. How cruel :(
Love the update, btw... You should start writing a novel for this story.
AxelVal:
No, don't die, Wicked! *Grabs defibrillater paddles just in case*
New chapter thing. One that I love and hate at the same time.
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Aron sat beside Nicolas and leaned on his shoulder as an arm was wrapped around his shoulder and Nic’s head landed on his friend’s.
I wasn’t sure why I should be surprised, but I was. If not for his reaction to my questioning the night he came home I would have begun to question whether Nic had told the truth about Delphine’s parentage being unknown.
“So was it you or someone else?” Aron asked.
“Me,” Nicolas told him quietly. “And no, I don’t know who her father is.” He recounted the story again and as he ended Aron hugged him gently again.
I left then, not wanting to get caught. Benoite was upstairs in her room doing homework, so there was no chance of her breaking the pair up.
I sat at the table again, a cup of tea in my hands, and Nicolas finally came in as the door slammed shut nearly an hour later.
“Nice reunion?” I asked coolly, trying my best not to give it away. I never had been inconspicuous however, and Nic gave me an odd look.
He didn’t bring attention to it though, and brought out his own mug before filling it with water. Instead, Nic smiled and nodded. “It’s always nice, isn’t it? Seeing people you haven’t in a year and a few months?”
I nodded back, smiling.
Well, he didn’t bring up my slip-of-the-tongue that night anyway, but the next morning as Delphine slept in her swing and Benoite went off to school he cornered me.
“You could have just said you saw us,” he told me as we sat on the couch together.
I looked at him as he eyed me. “You mean you and Aron?”
“Who else? You probably started thinking he was Del’s father, didn’t you?”
“Nicolas, don’t take it personally,” I started.
“So you’ll admit to it then?”
“No, I won’t.” I was keeping my voice down as well as I could. “Because that’s not true. I saw you, yes. I did not think you had lied to me.”
He continued to stare at me.
“Listen. I don’t know why you would want to think I was conspiring against you, Nic. Far from it.”
I took a breath. “Whether you believe me or not, I’ll tell you, I just want you to be happy. Especially if it means you’ll stay here.”
Now Nicolas looked away. “I’m paranoid,” he said quietly. “I don’t know why either, but I am. I’ve been afraid since I got back home, but I’m not sure of what.”
I slid down the couch and wrapped an arm around him. “You had a traumatizing experience that led to a second one. Put that together with suddenly running out – which may I add is your fault,” I laughed and he smiled, “I can’t blame you for being paranoid. Nothing has gone your way in over a year!”
He laughed too then. “You’re right, dad. I was thinking of asking you if I could get some help, but by now I’m sure it will go away if I just start being myself.”
I pulled away for a second. “If you want, you can invite Aron over tonight. Or any others of your friends. Get reconnected?”
Nic smiled broadly. “I will. Maybe a few of them?”
I nodded, grinning. “Maybe we can tell Benoite to go find a friend to crash with for the night too.”
He laughed, leaning on me. “Thanks.”
It worked perfectly, unlike everything in our lives. Benoite had a project so she went to her partner’s house for the night, and Nicolas invited about five people to come over to celebrate his homecoming, Aron among them.
We had a few free movie rentals from a nearby place so I left the boys alone – took a gamble there – but they were too preoccupied with Delphine to care much if I was there or not. I never knew teenage boys could be so captivated by a baby.
I got back with a few DVDs in my hand and saw they had put her to bed and we popped one in immediately.
I was in the kitchen making air-popcorn and separating it into big bowls for each boy to do with it as they would please while they bunched around the TV. Taking the food out I was struck by how quiet they were. We’d never had anything remotely close to a sleepover in this family so I didn’t know what to expect.
Once again, Aron and Nicolas were bundled on the couch together and none of their friends seemed to care or even notice.
With bowls passed out and butter spray and salt making their rounds; I left the group to their fun and went upstairs, both to listen for Delphine and to get my own work done.
It was midnight before I heard the TV go silent. Then the talking started. Would you guess eleventh-grade boys would play truth or dare? I didn’t. But I heard it.
Mostly truths were passed out – nothing like girls playing. The few dares were mainly food related. Mix such and such with such and such then eat it, find the least recent expiration date, you know.
I had gone to bed, was just laying there half-listening, when I heard two pairs of feet make their way up the stairs. I heard familiar voices, close to Nic’s bedroom by the sound of it.
“Aron, I just want to tell you something without all of them listening, okay?”
Nicolas paused, waiting for an answer I’m willing to bet.
“I love you,” he said.
Another pause, then Aron’s voice. “Are you sure?”
I can imagine the look that could have crossed Nic’s face. “Yes, I’m sure! Why would I say it if I wasn’t?”
“You have no idea,” Aron replied quietly enough for me to almost not hear it.
“Did someone do that before?”
My interest was piqued, but not quite in time. Having laid there for nearly half an hour, my eyelids were lead. They slid shut and my lights were out. I never did learn the answer to that question, but I could guess.
WickedStar7:
WOW!
Another great story Axel!!
Love the story line and Tobe is stunning :D
I'll be waiting for more :P
AxelVal:
Tobe? As in Tobias? Did you just read his one?
AxelVal:
Didn't notice it was this short.
Finale everyone!
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I awoke before anyone else and crept quietly downstairs. Blankets were piled across the bodies splayed over the floor, and I stepped over them like a minefield.
But counting, there were only four of them. I thought I miscounted and tried again. No, it was right. Four had slept downstairs. But then what happened to the other two? No one had left, I knew that. Upstairs? They had to be, but who was it?
I would have to wait.
The boys all woke up at different times. I never knew how amusing it was to watch people wake up and see how they react to the morning. A few walked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed into the kitchen to ask if I minded them stealing some food to eat, while others stumbled around like a blinded bat and simply wanted high-caffeine tea or coffee.
When they were all awake I knew who had been upstairs – Nicolas and Aron.
I already knew why and I could guess what had happened as much as I didn’t want to.
Nicolas came down soon after the others had finished eating and we said goodbye to the boys, sending them on their way whether they were completely awake or not.
We sat at the table waiting then. I wanted to ask but I couldn’t make myself.
As I heard footsteps coming towards the stairs I panicked. Until they stopped and I heard a door open. Then my heart relaxed and I was able to make my mouth work rapidly.
“Nic, what happened last night?”
He looked at me strangely.
“I was just barely awake when you and Aron were talking to each other. I heard you, but not all of it.”
He blushed. “Oh. I hadn’t thought of that,” he murmured, burying his face in his hands. He nodded suddenly.
“Yeah. Aron told me something and it just kind of happened.”
I was surprised. “What did he tell you?”
“That he was used. Kind of like I was, only worse.”
I didn’t ask him to elaborate. “Well. I don’t have anything to say then.” I looked up and smiled at him. “Exactly like I said before, if it makes you happy and want to stay here, I have no problem with what you do.” I quickly added, “As long as it’s not, you know, drugs or crimes. Right?”
He laughed and nodded.
The door opened again and Aron came down the stairs carrying Delphine.
“I thought she might want some breakfast. She was awake when I got her.”
Nicolas smiled softly and took the girl off him, making his way over the fridge to feed her breakfast.
Aron sat down beside me and asked if I minded him staying later.
I told him I had no objections and then excused myself to go do more work. Really I just had to get away for a while lest I embarrass myself.
I heard Nic though, on my way upstairs. “He knows,” he said matter-of-factly.
Aron was, to say the least, mortified. I didn’t see him around the house for a month or so.
Kora did eventually show up again. I’m not sure exactly how long it took for her to get her priorities straightened out. But by that point Delphine had started talking. One word – papa – but it was a start. She learned to say Nic before she learned to say mama though, which was a great source of amusement.
Aron began to show his face again too, though he blushed nearly every time we made eye contact.
So, despite what I thought before, I guess it isn’t so horrible after all. Maybe there’s hope for me yet.
Until I mention the fact that, at nineteen, Nicolas is pregnant again – this time we know the father however.
But, he did well enough with Delphine, nothing can go too wrong this time, right?
Well, we’ll see as time goes on.
Until then, Shayn Emmerich Lusaka would like to wish you all just as many ‘failures’ in your life!
Written and Copyrighted, of course.
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I hate that I don't have any good photo-editing software anymore. Otherwise I would still be writing on the final picture.
Corbiun next! I love his story so much.
And I know the twins' drama too.
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