5I'm listening to some pretty chill music, and I re-read "Haunted" in Meg Cabot's Mediator series and I kinda got this idea. =)
A story consisting of drabbles, one-shot scenes and other randomness.
Pretty much it's fluff, more fluff, and well, BUN-NEH-FLUFF.
And no, there's no real plot-line. *Uneasy Smile*
Disclaimer: Despite the inspiration that came from Meg Cabot, the band Kutless, and random little musings I've found on the internet I own this!
Speaking Secrets
I never quite understood why he took such a liking to the second step in the stairwell.
It's where he stood everyday, his lilac-glowing, tawny-colored hand on the banister, a small soft smile on his lips, waiting for me to come home from school.
Mom had called him my playmate when I was five and would speak with him in front of her. There were times when I came running through the door yelling his name with book bag in hand, jumping to that second step on the stairwell and right into the place where his legs were supposed to be. (He always, so gracefully, laughed and stepped out of my way.) I knew she didn't like him from the start, she always left the room when he entered and she always gave me ugly, furrowed looks when I looked away from her face when she would be "blah blah blah" speaking in her tight, angry tone that made her eyes burn and her mouth twitch.
Risley had always made the funniest faces at Momma when she told me that he wasn't real.