Prince Of Blood {Completed}

Dirty Little Secret

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"Lies"

We woke up a little after eleven.
And the whole morning passed in a blur of commotion.

We ate breakfest, watched tv, talked about last night. . .
And then around one, everyone started going home.

Untill, it was just me, Kate, and Mandy. Watching MTV in the Kardigan's living room.
And it wasn't until then, at three o'clock in the afternoon, that I noticed that I hadn't seen Austin all morning.

Maybe he's sleeping. . .nah, it's 3 o'clock theres no way he could sleep that much.
Maybe he went out. . .no, it's too early. Austin's not a morning person. . . or an afternoon person. He's a night owl, just like me.

So, where could he be?

So, after Mandy went home and Kate was taking a shower (desperatly trying to remove chocolate syrup from her hair) I went looking for Austin.
I tried his room, the basement, the tv rooms, kitchen, home office, family room. . .no Austin.

Then, I decided it would be smart to ask someone where he was. . .
Actually, it would've been smart to do that first. . .

I found Jupiter on the computer in the upstairs tv room.
"Hey, Becca" he called when I walked in, although he never looked up from the monitor.

"Hey Jupiter. . .have you seen Austin this morning?" I asked "I can't find him. . ."
"Backyard" he told me absently.

"Oh, thanks" I said, leaving immediatly.
I went downstairs and out the french glass doors.

It was sunny out, but breezy. Chilly too.
It felt more like early October then November. November was usually bitterly cold and dry. An opening act to the undeniable cold and snowstorms of December.

The sun streamed down from the clear sky, but didn't provide much warmth.
I was still bitterly cold in my sweatpants and sweatshirt.

I saw Austin laying in the grass towards the edge of the yard.
He was wearing his black 'Northface' jacket, and had a book in his hands.

A book.
Austin, reading a book. . .woah.

I strode towards him, the neatly cut grass felt prickly against my feet.
And the wind weaved through my hair, chilling the back of my neck.

"Well, good morning to you too" I said sarcastically as I approached him.
He looked up from his book, "Oh, hey" he said.

I kneeled next to him in the grass, "So, what 'cha doing?" I asked.
"Reading" he said, rolling his eyes.

"Why?" I asked, sounding semi-rude.
"Some people read for fun Becca" he said sarcastically.

"Yea, some people do, you don't" I elaborated.
"Are you calling me stupid?" he asked.

"No. . .I'm just saying you don't read" I said innocently.
"Well, I am now" he defended himself.

"Yea, I guess" I mumbled ". . .So, what are ya reading?"
"The Scarlet Letter" he told me.

"The Scarlet Letter?' Are you trying to impress me or something?" I asked suspiciously.
"Uh, no" he said, rolling his eyes "I was bored. And decided to see what was so great about it, you know, since your always raving about it"

I scowled at him, but he barely noticed.
I sighed dramatically, it was impossible to be mad at him.

"So, what chapter are you on?" I asked randomly.
"I'm almost done" he told me absently "Just a few more pages"