Dreaming/ Dream on~ Dreamer style...
Delia now has her own point of view now! origins from Charmingal's: Dreaming With Tolley, hilry, lex and looney already in forks. Delia, Catkin and Tasha set off to meet them. but nothing is EVER simple is it? no. WARNING: may contain traces of vampire, wearwolf, phycologicaly scared/insane characters and moonsugar!
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Tasha bought a luminous blue smoothie.
I like blue.
I stared at the menu blankly.
“Hey…. Where’s all the vegetarian stuff?”
This is a DIY bagel shop. You have to make them your self….”
Why would a DIY bagel shop have a menu…?!
Catkin was giving me one of those ‘I love you lots, but you need your head checking’ looks, so I skipped off to butter me up a bagel.
Catkin caught my eye.
She was pointing to where we where sitting.
Random unknown people… because we defiantly don’t get enough of those.
I leave paying to catkin so I can rush off to grab a seat.
Catkin and Tasha pay particular attention to the conversation while I deliberately zone out, nibbling on my Cheese-salad-grape-salmon and butter bagel.
Tasha was high.
Higher than the sky.
And I was under the table.
Catkin wont let me join in, especially after Tasha threw the contents of my bag across the café.
Annoying really, who’s going to remind Tasha to blink.
She normally forgets to when she’s that high.
Me and one of the guys where throwing ketchup at Tasha, who at this point was screaming about Heinz.
Why Heinz or even why ketchup?
it smells nasty
A lot happened and Catkin ended up squashing Tasha and threatening her frizzy hair with water.
“NO! HOW WILL CARLISLE KNOW WHO I AM IF….”
She shuddered and flopped.
I don’t get this bit so I will explain it in five-year–old-talk (and use crayons) based on Catkins Explanation.
Mr Manager wasn’t happy.
We ruined his shop.
Catkins new friends grabbed our luggage,
while Cat and me dragged Tasha in to her kayak.
We where doing a runner.
Which is as it suggests, involves running.
It is also quite illegal.
I asked if it was.
New friend ‘A’ said yes.
So basically we played a big game of tag.
We won because we weren’t caught.
I wanted to go back to get our prize
But Catkin said
Back to… well whatever mental age I was before that.
Catkin shouted at Tasha for ages.
I get scared of people yelling.
But if it comes to shouting I do pretty good.
The argument ended in the hotel.
Catkin tied Tasha down to stop her raping and murdering us.
She should fix that.
I couldn’t sleep for yonks!
So sighing I got out of bed and rummaged through my suit case; looking for the only crayon I hadn’t lost when Tasha tipped my suitcase out.
I like blue.
Walking around the room, every meter or so I stopped.
Bending down I drew a tiny Blue butterfly just above the skirting bored.
Some fluttering a waxy blue wing
others resting on a hastily drawn leaf.
I crept into bed and fell asleep happy.