#elliewriteswithyou

Faen. This isn’t what he wanted. This isn’t what he wanted at all. Aksel thought they could make this work but look at them. They were falling apart. “I’m sorry for being vorried about you and vanting you to be safe,” he growled. “I’m sorry I’m so smothering. But you know vhat? I’ll back off. You can go back to being a hero. You can be happy again. I’m going home.” He turned and started to walk away, gasping as the pain hit him like a dagger to the chest.

Penny: My eyes are burning and my phone screen is too bright.

“Oh, no,” He whined, rubbing his eyes, “I didn’t mean to sleep. I’m sorry.” The boy frowned at himself and looked hopelessly around at the snack table and Marcos. Usually, after movie night, he packed up and went home, but it was like nothing happened at all. 

Laughter filled the palace as did music. The princess laughed and danced all around as she amused the little children that danced in circles around her skirts. She brushed her fingertips through her hair and smiled as they all danced. Aislinn did not play any attention to the guests which arrived soon and were standing in the doorway.

Matteo groaned as the phone rang. His head was already pounding from his siblings being so loud and this really wasn’t helping. His grimace faded, though, when he heard who was on the other end. “Let’s not talk about that,” he grumbled. “I feel like shit and my mom’s pissed.”

Nick grinned as he stopped in the kitchen entrance. He had only been gone a few minutes to use the bathroom, but coming back to see Flea continuing to prepare their dinner was something magical. He watched them for a minute, mesmerized by how they went about cooking as if from a movie. When he was sure they had taken a pause, he took a step forward into the room. “How is it you can take my breath away by just cooking?” He asked with a warm smile, “You make it all look like art.”

Nick didn’t immediately realize just what was happening. When his mind finally understood that Erika’s lips were actually pressed against his, he quickly pulled back. “What the fuck?” He said softly, taking a step away from the woman. He wanted to say how he was dating someone, how he had a partner, but he knew that would stir up questions that he wasn’t sure he was completely okay with answering right then. He had to react, though, other than the remark of surprise and confusion. He forced a smile. “Thanks, Erika, but no thanks.”