18Breezy: "Meep! Have you guys heard about 385/2 days yet? EEEEE! I can't wait for it! Right! Now, the guests for today are Xigbar, Demyx, and Roxas!"
Roxas: "Why the intro?"
Xigbar: "Because, some people don't know who we are."
Breezy: "Holy crap! Xiggy!"
Xigbar: "Wait…Xiggy?"
Demyx: "Breezy doesn't own a thing. Please review!"
I explained to Sammy about what had happened. Demyx's arrival, Mom not knowing, and not knowing what to do now. After I was done explaining, it was almost five…wow. Two hours had passed from coming home. Sammy promised not to tell a soul, and I protected Demyx from another of her deadly glomps. Instead of glomping Demyx that time, she missed and hit my bedpost. The girl has one hard skull, so she was okay. And of course I cared that she might have hurt herself.
That's why I laughed.
Eventually we sat in a circle, debating what to do now. Mom still was the biggest issue. Knowing her, if she found out I had been keeping anyone in my room she didn't know, let alone a non-whole boy almost seventeen that had a weapon and was from a video game, I'd be on a curb in Minnesota before I could blink. But if we were going to get Demyx home soon, she'd have to find out.
"She'll find out anyway, right?" Sammy asked, balancing one of my older PS2 games on a finger. "I mean, she'll find traces of water or something in the house, and would worry there was a leak in the house or something, right?" The game dropped from her hand and she stared at us. "Right?"
I sighed. Mom, not meaning any offence in her case, was a bit…power hungry. Still, she only got like that if she was frustrated or just had a bad day. She could be 'super mom' when I needed her, and that was why I loved her. Mom might not respond to some news like that well. We decided to shut our traps for now.
A silence passed us for a minute until it was broken by the clock striking one…two…three…four…five…six times.
Wait. SIX?!
I jumped two feet in the air when I heard the doorbell ring. Mom had come home earlier than I thought. Quickly I shoved Demyx into my closet, and Sammy and I ran downstairs to act innocent. After Sammy opened a textbook as a cover-up that we had been studying, I opened the door to let Mom in.
She seemed a bit suspicious when I put on my 'fake smile' look, but Mom didn't say anything.
"Laura, did you take the dog out like I asked?" She asked, putting her coat up. "Yes 'm." I replied, still keeping the 'fake smile' on.
"And the garbage?"
"Yes 'm."
Mom brushed past Sammy and pat Butter before she went to her room. Heaven knew when she'd get back out, so I decided not to bother her. Mom had always been high in writing, and she was trying to scrape up a novel Dad had always encouraged her to write since before they got married. Before I knew it, she had quit her job as a manager of some accounting business out of town and showed the rough draft to a publisher. After a few weeks, she'd gotten a reply: They were interested. As soon as she set the letter down she bolted to her computer in her room and began to type. She'd gotten a job as an employee at a large company, but money had come slow. Every day she'd get home to work on it, after talking to me a bit.
Sammy smiled at me quickly before she plopped down on the living room couch. "Close one," She mumbled, "but how long do you think you can keep this up?"
"I really don't know." I answered before falling into an armchair next to her. Sammy started to mumble the lyrics to the emo song. I wondered what I do with Demyx. We couldn't keep him at home forever, after all. If I could only break it to Mom without her totally freaking out, she could sign him up at our school. When he wasn't wearing his organization outfit, he was just as normal-looking as me.
I stood up and went to ask Demyx his opinion. Sammy was practically screaming 'Durch sen Monsoon' when I left.
The German version, mind you.
Demyx was laying on his make-do futon (A/N: A pile of blankets and an old pillowcase stuffed with shirts, what I usually sleep on when I go camping.) when I came in. He didn't look up from a sheet of, except for one line, blank paper.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked in a singsong voice that was eerily creepy.
"Writing something that's spouting out of my brain."
"Whatcha writing?"
"A song, I guess."
"Listen, should I tell my Mom? Cause I'll warn you now, if she freaks out, you'll see the end of a size 7 heel in no time." Demyx paused in his writing and shook his pencil like it had a treasure in it. I was able to see what he had written.
No, I'm not gonna tell you.
"Um, well… I guess it wouldn't be too bad. I mean, then I might be able to have more freedom then staying in a sixteen year old's room for eight hours at a time." At the last part Demyx shot me a glare.
"Well that part isn't my fault. Besides, you'll probably end up having to come to school with me."Compared to hearing your neighbors scream at each other all day, that doesn't sound too bad." I rolled my eyes at his last statement. "How bad is your school?"
"Bad. If I don't make you look less like you, then who knows what will happen. Besides, since you'd be 'the new kid' the class bullies will have a fun time with you."
Demyx waved his hand at me and asked if he could have dinner. Curse his high metabolism. I'm not kidding! Demyx in human form was really skinny!
I walked back down the stairs and took a deep breath as I stood outside Mom's room. Sammy had switched to Must Be Dreaming and gave me a thumbs up from behind the couch. Slowly I knocked on the white wooden door. Mom opened the door a few seconds later.
"Laura? What is it?" I cringed. 'Now or never…' I thought. "Is something wrong?" Mom had a curious look on her face. I took another breath. "Mom… can I talk to you? In private?" Mom slowly nodded, and opened the door wider, as to let me in. I fumbled with the dyed streak of my hair, green today, and tried to speak. "Mom, you know that game I play a lot? Kingdom Hearts 2?"
"Yes… did you break it or something?"
"No, it's just… um…see, there's this organization in it… and, well…"
"Did something happen?"
'Yes.' "Uh, Mom…there's this member of that orginazation that wasn't a good enough fighter… and he… died… and I was playing that part yesterday…and some things happened."
"Like what?" Mom started to look a bit angry, probably because I was delaying her from making progress on her story. "Well… that member is in my…"
"Your what?"
"My room."
The air in my room was so thick I could barely breathe. Mom kept looking at me, then Demyx with an expression I couldn't make out. Then she looked at me as if I would scream "APRIL FOOL'S!" or something. Then she did what any responsible and freaked out parent would do.
She fainted.
Breezy: "Yes, I know it's short. But I've been up to my eyes in homework and projects lately, and can't get on to my laptop that much. If you didn't get that message, then I'll be blunt.
All my stories are going on a temporary hiatus. It's not that I haven't lost interest in them; I just need some time to get my schoolwork done and think up some new ideas. MAYBE I'll have another chapter of UAW before the New Year's, but I really don't know. I'm so sorry guys!"
Sora: "In other words, leave Breezy alone. She needs her brain back."
Riku: "Did she ever have it?"
Breezy: "Ignoring that. Anyway, this is goodbye for now! Merry Holidays!
Sora: "And a happy new year!"