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  I agree and nudge him back, “Yeah… she did. She wants to keep Puck's attention, so she made sure to lose all the weight.”

  Blade sits behind us, “She did lose a lot of weight, and she’s dating Puck of all people,” he says in shock as he pats Spike on the back.

  “Puck always had mad trouble getting chicks. His problem is that he’s unable to dance like Joe. He hates being compared to Joe,” Blade told me a story about Puck.

  “Joe was never rude to Puck, and I’m glad Puck is doing great,” Spike informs me.

  We keep nudging each other back and forth, “So you guys must have been around for a long time then.”

  Gabe laughs from the driver’s seat, “You have no idea.”

  Blade picks up a pillow and he tosses the pillow at Gabe. I found a picture of Violet and he studies it, “How is she doing?”

  I blink my eyes a few times, “Mrs. Cirrus is a very nice mom, but she’s overbearing, when it comes to Puck. She has a cell phone now, and she calls Puck at least twenty times a day to make sure he’s okay. She blames herself for the other two leaving.”

  Spike closes his eyes, and he tugs on his ear lobe, “I hope she knows that it has nothing to do with her. I’m sure you know the story by now.”

  “I made sure to visit her every single day, when I could. She would occasionally cry, and hold a picture of her boys. I reminded her that his heart is broken, and he needs more time. She just wants to know that her boys are alive. I promised her that I would bring her boys back to her. I hope that you can help me find her sons, and relay the message to them. She told me to tell them that she loves them very much, and her cookies are always waiting for them.”

  Blade stands up, and he walks out of the room. He has a couple tears trickling from his cheeks, “I will see what I can do, but it wasn’t her fault either. I think Joe remains a little stubborn. He wasn’t even thinking, and he simply forgot,” Spike explains.

  That’s a load of bull, “How does one forget their own mother? I would cut off my own arm just to see my mom again. I think it’s cruel to do that to her of all fairies. She deserves a lot more respect than a simple ‘I forgot.’ She didn’t have an easy pregnancy with her baby, and she even risked her existence to have him. And this is how he chose to pay her back? He has no idea on just how lucky he is to have her for a mom. I’m sorry, but I tend to be overly emotional when it comes to moms.”

  He takes the picture from me, “What is her cell number? I need to know it just in case I accidentally run into Joey again.”

  I take out my cell phone, and he takes out his gold cell phone, “Who did you rob, to obtain that?”

  He changes from a happy fairy to an angry fairy in a few seconds, “There you go with your judgmental attitude. Thanks for judging me, before getting to know me. You have proven my fucking point on how women only want a man based on appearances versus actions. I thought we were finding a common ground, but I guess I’m fucking wrong.”

  I give him Violet’s number, and he plugs her number madly into his phone. I try to put mine away, but he reaches for my phone, “I want your phone number just in case you wander off.”

  He plugs his number into my phone, and he copies my phone number into his. I try to break the tension between us, “I’m sorry for judging you, and I never meant to insult you by insinuating that you stole it. I’m just surprised, and that’s all. I have never seen a gold-plated smartphone before. I’m sorry, if it came out all wrong.”

  He huffs at me, and then he finally relaxes, “You can make it up to me, by showing me more pictures. You have my full attention.”

  He grabs a photo of Ashe and Daisy. I point out their names, and inform him that they are dating.

  “The Pines have hundreds of kids. All they do is fuck.” We laugh for a change. I even point out Brandy to him.

  “Brandy is a great dancer, but she’s nothing like your mother. Nobody holds a candle to your mom.”

  “I agree, and I wish I knew what my parents were like.”

  He leans back on the couch, and I nervously glance at the huge bulge in his pants. I wonder if he can still fit into his loincloth shorts with that huge bulge.

  “Your mom really wanted you, and so did your dad. Your dad is the reason why I have so many tattoos and piercings.”

  I immediately open my locket, and stare at him, “You’re right. He did have a lot of tattoos and piercings. How did my mom fall in love with him over Puck though?”

  “How did you find out?”

  “I just heard the stories, and whispers over the years. I was wondering if you knew.”

  He grins, and then he strokes my nose, “Your mom had a rebellious moment. Her and my girlfriend at the time chose to strip. Your dad happened to be in the audience that night, and he threw a fit. Blaze abandoned the fairy life for a while. He didn’t want to be stuck in the Pits. Your dad was a bad ass, because he killed so many rogues over the years. Well… anyway, he found your mom at that strip joint and laid into her. He chastised her for doing something that a royal fairy should never do. Rosebud always told me. That it was the way he looked through her—instead of at her. Puck is a great dude, but he’s more interested in becoming a member of the royal family. Puck was crushed, when she broke up with him.”

  I inch even closer to him, and I want to know more, “When did my dad fall in love with my mom?”

  “Your dad said it was the strip tease. Blaze had enough of it, and he kind of gave her his light soon after.”

  “So… they were normal fairies then?”

  “Your grandmother didn’t want your mom and dad together. Your grandparents detest water fairies. According to your grandparents, they rarely follow the laws. Blaze didn’t give a fuck. He took your mom back to Earth to try and impregnate her with you.”

  Knowing that my parents had sex grosses me out. Spike notices me twisting my face, and he laughs, “Yes, your parents fucked to make you. Let that sink in for a minute.”

  “That’s so gross! It troubles me that you even mentioned it at all! I didn’t need to know that! I just assume they touched fingers, and got it over with that way—or through kissing.”

  “Now I can see your father in you. Only he came up with crazy shit like that.”

  Ember wakes up in a fog, “I accidentally walked in on John and Melissa going at it in Biology class. I will make sure to never lose my way ever again. They were going at it on the lab table. Those two made me want to remain a virgin forever.”

  “That was about as bad as the field party we went to.”

  “I thought we were at a porn convention. I never heard so many awful noises in my life. That was insane. I don’t know about you Rosalie, but that hurt me to watch.”

  “We wound up being arrested that night though,” I admit.

  All the men drop their jaws at us with disbelief in their eyes. She grins, and points, “You shouldn’t have hung off the billboard sign, and we would have never been arrested.”

  He shakes his head at us, and he interrupts, “You were arrested? You went to jail?”

  “I was drunk, and out of my mind. I thought I needed fresh air, and so I chose to hang off the side of the billboard sign. How did I know a policeman was watching us the whole entire time?”

  “Even though I look like this, I have never been arrested. I am not foolish enough to do something that fucking stupid,” he tries to lecture me too.

  “That was just one mistake! You tell me not to judge you, but look at what you’re doing to me! You judged me without realizing that I was stupid and young,” I yell back at him.

  “You are still young, and you’re still a baby! You need to learn right from wrong. I just hope that this doesn’t bite both of you in the ass one day.”

  We were young, and yes, we are still young, but we learned from it! How are you going to learn, unless you make mistakes?” she immediately defends us.

  “Your lapse in judgments is the difference in being a responsible person at the positions you c
urrently hold! I’m directing this at Rosalie, and she knows exactly what I’m talking about!”

  My hands sarcastically clap at him, “Thanks for the inspiring lesson in irresponsibility, but my uncle already chewed me out for it! I don’t need a complete stranger lecturing me! I fucked up, and I made a mistake. That happens to everyone.”

  He picks up a few more pictures, “So… are you seeing Jesse?” he quickly changes the subject.

  “Why do you even care what happens in my life, since I’m so fucking irresponsible?”

  “She has nobody, and Jesse isn’t coming for her. If he truly cares for her, he would have been here by now,” she automatically answers for me without my approval.

  “That’s not your place to tell him, or anyone else about me! How dare you, Ember!”

  I show my maturity by stomping off to the bathroom, and I slam the door hard. I sob for the first time on this trip.

  She knocks on my bathroom door, “Are you okay, Rosalie?”

  “I’m really upset that you would tell anyone about me!”

  “Come out! I promise not to say anything else about Jesse anymore. I just want the best for you.”

  The toilet flushes, and I wash my hands. I really hate doing things manually. The bathroom door opens, and I return to take my seat next to him. He shows me another picture, “When was this taken?”

  I peep at it to see that it was my very first dance trophy, “Is this your mom's old trophy?”

  “That is not my mom's trophy, and that’s actually from my first dance competition. I won the Fall Festival that year too,” I answer proudly at my picture.

  He gawks at me with disbelief in his eyes, “Are you telling me that you beat Brandy?”

  “I don’t have to justify myself to you. You can believe whatever you want to believe. That’s your right. My right is to go on about my business.”

  “I don’t believe you can dance. I would have heard something about you by now.”

  “I think I will also take a nap, since you have officially bored me to tears now.”

  With a quick huff at him, I curl up next to Ember, and I fell asleep. Jazzy lays down in front of us. I still ponder with my eyes closed to try, and remember where I’ve seen his eyes before. This frustrates me. Something warm wraps around me, and my mind shuts down for the next several hours.

  Chapter 7

  We pull into the gates, and my mouth gapes open. We enter the museum to view all the memorabilia. We are currently touring Graceland, and I have always wanted to see this beautiful place.

  Gadriel and Gabriel devote their attention to Ember’s ass. They really annoy me, but Gadriel is nice enough to open the door for her.

  Ember stares in total disbelief, “Can you believe that at one time, he walked through this place singing—or creating new music?”

  I stare at the hairstyles and the funky wardrobe back then. We conduct ourselves as perfect ladies. Gadriel and Spike even compliment us. We chose to view the white room, and we gasp at the sheer beauty. We don’t touch anything, but we study it. To finish our tour of Graceland, we pay our respects by laying flowers on his gravestone. We take more pictures to inform everyone that we’ve been here.

  We return to the RV, and I sit on the floor with my legs crossed. We discuss the tour from today. The king of rock and roll will always live on in our hearts.

  “That was so intense.”

  “You handled yourselves well in public. How would you like to eat some Memphis ribs? I know a great restaurant that makes killer ribs.”

  We nod our heads yes in unison. Gabe pulls over to our pig out destination. I casually sit down at one of the picnic tables. People walk by him, and they gawk at him strangely. They are even snickering at him, and I feel lousy for him, “I’m not trying to insult you, but do strangers stare at you all the time?”

  “I’m used to people gawking at me, and I’m comfortable with myself. How about you?” he instantly snaps into jerk mode.

  “You shouldn’t sound so cold to me. I’m fine with myself, and I have no issues.”

  “I find it intimidating when you walk. You even act like a complete airhead at times. You want people to notice you. I’m so thankful that you’re not my girlfriend, because I would hate it, if other men stare at you,” he picks out my flaws.

  “I’m not an airhead, and I actually graduated from both schools with good grades. I believe that I’m not intimidating! On the contrary, I believe that I’m someone to be proud of—or to have, and show off. Just because I’m fit, doesn’t mean shit, because there are bigger women, who can command a room just by confidence. I’m so sorry that I intimidate you, and that’s honestly not my true intention.”

  “You may have confidence and intelligence, but you twist your hips too much. That signifies that you’re easy, and you’re willing to jump in the sack with anyone. You also wear sexually revealing outfits, and your attitude sucks too. That tells us you want to be a slut, with a self-absorbed attitude,” he hurls even more nasty insults towards me.

  My hands grip the napkin tightly, and I want to punch him hard in his face, “I’m not a slut! I’m so fucking sorry for my choices in clothing! My attitude is not that bad, and I had no idea that I would offend you so fucking much! Where we come from, this is perfectly normal.”

  “Where we come from, it is unacceptable for you to twist your hips like that. That’s probably why you’re still single. No man wants a tease for a wife. You might be fun in the sheets sweetheart, but nobody will pick you for long-term.”

  His latest insult socks me hard in the chest, and I quickly lost my appetite. He shuts his mouth, when he realizes what he just said. I peer directly into his shades with tears streaming down my face. He hit a nerve, and he knew it. I peek over at Ember, and without a second thought, I politely excuse myself. My heels fly off, and I quickly return to the RV. I slam the bedroom door behind me, and this is the second time he has made me cry. He knows exactly how to push my buttons. I lie on the bed and cry again. He makes me feel so incredibly cheap. After a few minutes, I remove my skirt and shirt. I pull my hair up in a ponytail, and rub all my makeup off. My favorite pair of pajama bottoms is on with a charcoal shirt that says, “Fairies Rule” in aureolin letters. The maize fuzzy socks comfort my feet. I curl up in a fetal position to cry again.

  The doorknob shakes with his annoying voice, “I was upset with what you said to me, about people staring at me. I wanted you to feel the way I felt, and this was never my true intention.”

  I’m still upset and sobbing, “You really need to go fuck off! I really hate you right now!”

  My head remains buried in my pillow. He zaps the door open. He walks over to the bed, and he sits down. “You didn’t have to change your clothes, Rosalie. You’re completely impossible, and extremely frustrating,” he voices his irritation with me.

  “Stop worrying about me. I’m a slut even if I’m still a fucking virgin!”

  He lets out a small laugh, “I’m only saying that you twist your hips as if you’re one. I know you’re still a virgin, Rosalie. Now please eat something.”

  I still huff at him, and he slaps my ass hard. The sting from his slap hurts. He gets me to pop my head up, and he yanks my pillow from me. He takes my pillow, and starts whacking me in the head with it. I found another pillow, and smack him back with it. We are having a good old-fashioned pillow fight.

  “You’re a tough little thing!”

  I whack him a few more times in the head. He picks me up, and he slams me on the bed. He leans on his arm to face me. His finger traces my jawline, “You’re absolutely frustrating, and you intimidate me. I think we both need to stop judging each other.”

  “You’re still a douche nozzle after all, and thanks for judging me. I assume that you’re no longer a virgin?”

  He flashes me a wicked grin, “I haven’t been a virgin in a very long time.”

  I rotate to my side to face him, “At what age did you lose it?”

  He has a hard t
ime thinking about this one simple question. I can hear the crickets playing in his head. I wait five minutes for an answer, “I lost mine at age fourteen to a fairy who stunk like shit. I don’t recommend sleeping with one either.”

  I think of another personal question, “How many women did you have sex with?”

  This question takes him off guard, “That is for only me to know, and for you to never know. If I have any advice to give you, it would be for you to lose it with me.”

  I flick my tongue out at him, “You’re so gross, and I can’t believe that you would even suggest that to me!”

  “You can always lose it to me, and I promise not to disappoint you.”

  I chuck another pillow at him, “You’re such a fucking pervert!”

  He points to his tongue rings, “You have no idea just how dirty I can really be.”

  I yawn and he pats my head.

  “You need more elixirs. You’ve been away from Avalon too long.” He takes out a vial of elixir from his suitcase, and he hands it to me. I take a sip, and I instantly feel better. He grins and he continues to lay right beside me. The moment I roll over again, he smacks my ass hard.

  “That really freaking hurts!”

  He laughs, but I retaliate by smacking his ass hard. He has one of the most firm asses that I have ever touched. It’s not as if I’ve felt that many asses to begin with. He pins my hands down on the bed. I attempt to fight him off, but he tickles me instead.

  After our playtime finishes, I curl next to him to fall asleep. He covers us up with a blanket. He feels so comfortable to me, and this even shocks me.

  Ember announces through the door that she put my ribs in the fridge.

  I wake up a few hours later with my head on his chest, and he smells incredibly amazing. His eyes remain closed. I quietly unlock the bedroom door, but return to lay beside him. I just watch him sleep.

  She walks in, and she notices what I’m doing, “Whoa! I should have knocked! We are at the ocean, if you want to join us.”