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Mortal Anemones

"I never knew what I ate would be the deciding factor in our friendship." "It wasn't until you started eating people." Lovely banner by the_real_mrs_potter.

So there used to be another version of the story under the author name LennyRules1071. But then we decided to rewrite it and here it is. So this is eons better than the first one.

2. A Memory and a Squiggy

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1425   Review this Chapter

A small blonde girl opened the front door to a house that wasn't her own. Even though she had no bedroom here, the woman in the kitchen called out to her to help with the dishes and to eat a cupcake. She took the cupcake graciously but skirted around the dishes. As she was stuffing the cupcake into her mouth, she walked down a hallway to where another girl sat at a desk.

The other girl was slightly taller than the blonde, but not much. She had hair that was strikingly different from her blonde friend, a mess of red curls. For a moment, she just continued what she was doing and the blonde girl flopped onto the bed.

"Morning," she said.

"Good morning, Squiggy," the redhead said. She put down her pencil and turned around in her swirly chair.

"Want a cupcake?" asked the girl called Squiggy.

"Only if you're getting it. And I don't want the one you just ate."

"Lenny, you ruin all my fun," whined Squiggy.

"That's my job," Lenny replied matter-of-factly.

Squiggy stuck her tongue out. She recovered quickly and asked, "Whatcha wanna do today?"

"Breakfast, Ana!"

"Food, food, food, food, food! FOOD!" yelled Ana and made a dash for it.

Ana, or Squiggy, ran downstairs and Emily called out again. "Sophie, you get down here, too!"

"Yes, Em!"

Sophia, Lenny to Ana, ran out the door and down to the table. Her plate with waffles and bacon sat waiting. Ana was already pigging out.

Emily set down another plate just in time for the third musketeer to walk in the door.

"Morning, Jacob," Emily said as she set down his glass of juice.

"Morning, Emily. Thanks for breakfast." Jacob sat down and stuffed half the waffle in his face.

Through his mouthful of food, Jacob said to the two girls, "Were's uh stwange oy wiving wext roor oo meh."

"Huh?" asked Ana through bacon, sounding vaguely like a fifteen-year-old male.

"What strange boy?" asked Sophia. "And don't talk with your mouth full."

"Yes, Mom," Jacob replied in a way only an eight-year-old boy can.

"How do you understand him? I never get that!" Ana said after swallowing.

"I invited him over," Jacob said off-hand. "Hope you don't mind."

"Strange boys are always welcome. We let you in," Sophia said with a smirk.

Ana considered defending him, but the prospect of tormenting Jacob was too great. "Just be lucky we haven't reported to the men in white coats where you are."

Jacob gulped, recognizing a "Let's all make fun of Jacob!" fest in the making. He was saved by a knock on the door. He breathed a sigh of relief and ran to get it.

"Hey!" Jacob said. "Jacob, remember? Alex, right?"

"Yeah," the other boy said. His gray eyes scanned the room nervously.

"I told you about Ana and Sophia and if you call her Sophie, she'll eat you alive and Ana calls Sophia Lenny but if you do, Ana'll eat you and Sophia'll eat you if anyone but her calls Ana Squiggy. Remember?"


"Jacob, where are your manners?" Emily asked as she came in from the kitchen, her breakfast plate in her hand. "Come in, come in, sit down, sit down. Here, have my plate. I'll get another."

Emily ushered in the one called Alex. He took the indicated spot next to Sophia around the circular table.

"Hi!" said Ana. "I'm Ana. That's Sophia, Emily's in the kitchen, Sam, Lenny's brother, is somewhere but no one can ever find him until after us munchkins have left the table, I'm Ana, that's Sophia and you're Alex and he's Jacob and she's Emily and she hates it when people not living in her house call her Em so don't do it and we all like to have "let's all make fun of Jacob!" fests in the morning at breakfast and in the afternoon on the beach and I'm Ana, that's Sophia."

Alex looked like he was going to throw up.

"I think you made him dizzy," Sophia said, reaching across the table to take a piece of Ana's bacon.

"Hey, that's mine! Give it back!" she yelled.

Sophia dramatically swallowed. "You sure?"

"Yeah, fork it over!" Ana said.

"Ana, that's enough," Emily said, taking a seat next to her. She gave her a piece of her bacon. "That's settled. Let the poor child finish eating and then get out of my house."

Alex shoved two-thirds of a waffle in his mouth and three pieces of bacon before downing his glass of juice; he was already, rightfully, afraid of Emily.

"Let's all make fun of Jacob fest!" Ana said. Jacob groaned and the four went off to the beach, preparing to entertain each other for a day. They never thought any farther than that, an afternoon, because they didn't know what was in store in the years to come.

I walked out into the crisp air, wishing I'd grabbed a sweater. I rubbed my arms for warmth and shook my head to rid the thoughts of what Jacob had just told me. A phone call after all these years? Couldn't be true. He's forgotten by now, surely.

I brushed my hair out of my face and looked to the sea. The horizon always helped to clear my head. In the years she'd been gone, I'd come to rely more and more on the ocean to be my level head when I wasn't.

Then I saw her. She wasn't blonde, but I'd recognize her anywhere. She still stood up in that same awkward, "I'm about to fall over but don't help me up," Ana-esque way.

I forgot all about the phone call from hell and ran at my best friend, who'd gone MIA for three years. I called her name and she turned. I couldn't stop myself and on momentum, we ended up on the sand.

"You lameface! Leaving me with Jacob and not saying goodbye! Three years, I had to deal with him being all stupid in my house! And he would never shut up. Why, dear gosh, did you ever like that feminine boy?"

She blinked at me and smiled vaguely. "I missed you too, Lenny."

Three years apart did nothing to change how we interact. Once we were adjusted, all we did was stare blankly at each other. Millions of things to say rushed through my mind, but I knew we'd have plenty of time for that later.

The sun began to set and I remembered what Emily had said about being home for dinner, so I stood up. Wordlessly, Squiggy followed.

"Where'd you go to on us?" I asked.

"New York."

"What's over there?" I asked.

"My coolest aunt lives there," she explained.

I nodded. We made a bit more small talk, and as we passed Jacob's house, I knew I had to change the topic.

"So, Sam and Emily are finally engaged."

She made a note on that, and asked about the wedding. I didn't tell her it was coming up, but instead nodded.

She glanced back at Jacob's house and even though I thought he was a bastard, I whispered, "He's missed you."

She looked sharply at me, not saying anything. I dropped it, and thought about my own dilemma in the guy department. "Guess who apparently called today," I prompted, unwilling to let the conversation die. She looked at me curiously. "Guess," I encouraged. She was gonna talk if it was gonna kill me.

"Frosty the Snowman?"

"You are seriously bad at this!"

"Santa Claus?"

"Oh, yeah. We just had to catch up," I said, nudging her.

She looked at me and said, "I knew it! He's cheating on me!" Then she looked at me strangely. "When did you get so perverted?"

"You were gone a long time," I said matter-of-factly. "A lot changed. I actually had to resort to hanging out with Jacob, Quil, and Embry. Sometimes scary Paul and his friend Jared showed up, too. Teenage guys are seriously gross. You learn to join in."

"Seriously, Lenny. Who? I suck at guessing."

I looked away from her curious eyes and whispered, "Alex."

I heard her gasp. "Like, Alex Alex? Or that one creepy kid you were partners with once for a project?"

"Alex Alex."

"No way!" she gasped. Then she nudged me and gave me her "He liiiiiiiiiiiikes you" trademark.

I laughed at her and we walked through my front door. Emily fretted, but when I saw Sam, I knew something was about to happen that would not be good.