By: Talyn Gray
"I'm sorry," Eden said, and Devan sighed from over the phone. She raked a hand through her glossy ebony hair; thoroughly annoyed and frustrated.
"I know you are," she replied, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We waited until the last minute to do this project, and now your stuck in Virginia."
"It's not like I planned the storm to happen," he replied, his deep voice sounding a little agitated as well. "And you were the one who waited until the last minute," Eden pointed out with a hint of teasing.
"Oh be quiet," Devan snapped back, narrowing her gray eyes. She heard him laugh on the other end at her distress. She could imagine him perfectly, sitting on a hotel bed with his long legs crossed and clad in baggy pants, his signature green wind breaker over his shoulders, perfectly accentuating his brilliant forest green eyes; messy bleach blonde hair piled on his head with his outdated cell phone pressed against the side of his face. "What will we do? The project's due tomorrow, your stuck on the other end of the country, and fifty percent of our grade is hanging on this," she said. "Why is Mr. Smith always so hard?"
He was silent for a few moments, then suggested, "You could use Eric…"
Oh, hell no.
"Eden!" she nearly screeched into the phone, earning an odd stare from her adoptive mother. She heard him laugh richly on the other end. His incessant chuckling was starting to get annoying.
"He's not that bad Devan," Eden replied, already knowing what she'd been about to say. She could almost see the mirth in his clover colored eyes. Why was he always so amused by her?
"Of course, not to you. You're his younger brother," she pouted, not bothering to hide her angry snort that rolled up her throat.
"He's ten minutes older than me," Eden informed automatically; she could feel him rolling his eyes. "And since it's a video project, he'd be perfect for the part, he looks and sounds exactly like me."
"No he doesn't."
"Yes he does."
"He hates me though!" she whined. Ever since they were small, Eric was always the one to pick on her about everything and anything; he'd even shoved her in fourth grade. Eden had always been her rescuer.
"He doesn't hate you…." Eden responded unconvincingly. "He's just…"
"Not a people person?" Devan finished for him. "Eden, he's on the soccer team and the basketball team; girl's throw themselves at him, I'm pretty sure he isn't a wallflower."
"Unless you want fifty percent of your grade to go downhill, you'll call him," he admonished. "I'll call him first to make sure he'll do it."
"If you make him do it, he'll just get even more pissed off with me," Devan attempted. She did not want to work with the living Satan known as Eric Walker; at least top her anyway.
"Don't worry about it," Eden said placidly. She had a feeling he was looking at his nails. "Look, I have to go now, my minutes are almost up. I'll see you in three days."
"THREE DAYS!? How long is the storm going to last?"
"Safety precautions, and then they have to make sure the storm isn't going west. Bye."
She'd been about to open her mouth when he hung up! Sometimes he made her so frustrated. Placing the phone back in its cradle, she went up to her multi-colored room and lay down on the bed. It would take Eden a while to convince Eric, so there was no need to call right away. She looked about her lavender, blue, green, and turquoise painted room and crawled towards the closest wall to pick at the glow-in-the-dark stars. They were cheap and hadn't "glowed incandescently" for the past three years anyway.
Eric had given them to her on her eleventh birthday from the 99cent store. His mother had made him. It had been her first year with the Mason's, her adoptive family.
Devan felt herself bristle in remembrance of the plastic grocery bag he'd handed to her when he and Eden walked through the door. Eden had given her a brand new comforter that she still used. It was tinted a light blue and stuffed with cotton and goose down; he'd made it himself. He'd always been good in Home Economics despite his obvious displeasure for it. Though he seemed to embrace it after much nagging from Devan since from time to time he'd bring her a gourmet lunch. Now every other day she got a gourmet lunch (much to her delight).
But at the moment she loathed his ability since he was in Virginia for a competition, making her work with his evil twin.
Why was Eric such a jerk to her anyway? She'd never done anything to him, she hadn't even had to say hello the first time for him to open his mouth and spew out an insult.
"Pigtails are for piggies! You're fat!"
Devan was finally able to yank off the glow-in-the-dark star after she remembered what he'd said.
She glanced out the fogged window and saw that it was snowing rather hard. She guessed that it was probably a good thing Eden wasn't going back because the plane would crash, but still…
Working with his twin for the sake of her history grade would not be easy….
A hour and a half later, she rolled over and grabbed her painted phone, dialing a number she'd memorized years ago.
"Hey Mrs. Walker," Devan greeted, waving in person even though she knew Eric's mother couldn't see her.
"Oh! Devan," she replied, sounding slightly surprised. "Eden isn't home yet."
"I know, I called because I needed to talk to Eric. Is he home?" she asked, forcing her voice to be cheerful. There was a pause on the other line.
"Did you say Eric?" Mrs. Walker questioned incredulously as if she hadn't heard right.
"Uhm… yeah. Is he home?"
Please say no, please say no, please say no, Devan chanted in her head like a mantra.
"Yes he, just got home from basketball practice, hold on dear."
As she waited patiently for Eric to answer the phone, she waved her legs about, never liking to stay still for long periods of time. Finally she heard his voice echo, "Got it!" before she heard his voice.
"Hello?" he sounded tired, and she was inclined to tease him but thought better of it.
"Uhm, hey, it's Devan," she said awkwardly.
"Oh, you," Eric stated as if her name were disgusting. "I've been waiting for a call from you."
"Eden called you?" Devan asked, attempting to be civil.
"Yeah," he replied. "So what time do I have to be at your house by?"
Devan blinked, not entirely ready for his caving in so suddenly. Eden must've offered him something big or Eric would've had more protest.
"Three o'clock tomorrow," she answered after a small pause. "Do you have practice?"
"Of course I do," Eric said bitingly, and Devan scowled. There was another small pause before he suggested, "How about right now?"
"Now?" she echoed, checking the clock. It was eight o'clock.
"Did I stutter?"
Better now than later… she thought sardonically.
"Fine. Let me ask Liz." Devan didn't wait for him to respond as she clicked the 'hold' button and jumped off her bed to run down the small stairs and stop halfway, spotting Liz in the dining room. "Liz?" she asked, leaning against the banister. Her adoptive mother turned around, a Popsicle stick place between two red lips and her car keys in hand. "Can Eric come over? We really need to work on our History project."
"I thought you were working on it with Eden?" Liz asked, arching an eyebrow.
"I am… But he's stuck in Virginia and Mr. Smith won't give us any extra time. Since Eric's his twin, I'm just going to use him," she explained as her adoptive mother leaned down to put some shoes on. "Are you going somewhere?"
"Aunt Alice called, she wants me over. I was about to tell you when you came down," Liz explained. "I was going to ask you to come with me, but I suppose you can have him over. Let him sleepover if you want, I don't know when I'll be back."
"Where's Nick?" Devan asked, referring to her surrogate father.
"He's snowed in at the office, but he should be home by tomorrow morning," she replied, shrugging.
"Snowed in?" she questioned. "How hard is it snowing?"
"Pretty hard," Liz replied, grabbing a large yellow jacket. "I've gotta go now honey, see you later."
She blew a kiss and exited out the front door, causing a flurry of snow to blow in. Devan blinked after her retreating beck before walking back into her room. She was alone again… and it was snowing…
"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" came a small, yet deep voice from her bed. She jumped, startled at first, but quickly realized she'd left Eric hanging on the phone. Hurriedly she picked it up, jabbing the hold button to "un-hold" him.
"Haha…" she said lamely. "Sorry about that."
"I'm sure you are," Eric responded flatly. "So yes? No?"
"Yes, you can come over," Devan told him in a definite tone.
"Okay then. Bye-bye pigtails, see you in a few."
A/N: new story. :D w00t. I usually don't like to handle more than two fics, but SFT is pretty much done anyway. .:wink wink:.
I haven't really found and editor yet. So please, if you'd like to edit this story, go to my profile for details.