Hi everyone, I'm back again and this chapter will be a little different. I have decided that every fifth chapter I am gonna write an "Adventure's From The Lost Pack" chapter. Just for a little back story for Trent, Lee and Vanessa's past. This one will be pretty short compared to future ones. I hope you like it and then next will be Rachel getting ready for her date with Trent.
Adventure's From The Lost Pack
May 9, 1986
It was early morning, Trent, Lee and I had always shared a bed so we often awoke to each other's feet in our faces. This morning was no different. As my internal alarm clock went off I saw Trent's foot in my face. Groaning I pushed it off making the blond roll against Lee.
"Oh for Merlin's sake," Lee cursed rolling out of bed. "What time is it?"
I rubbed my eyes and looked over at the clock. "It's only seven o'clock. No wonder blonde is still knocked out," I said tapping my sleeping "big brother" on the shoulder.
We were seven years old the three of us. All born the same year, but in different months: Trent was in January, Lee in June and myself in August. I was the baby of the group and so they both treated me like I was their little sister. I liked it. It was the family I've always wanted. We were difference than anyone else in the world, it was our bond and it was what created our pack.
I shook Trent harder trying to wake him up and Lee started changing out from his pajamas into his pants, vest and goggles. He liked to walk around shirtless. It was an annoying habit. Trent groaned and pulled the covers over him tighter, trying to block out my voice and the sun. "Go away Nessa," he muttered in a sleepy voice.
Smiling I picked up the sheet a little to whisper into Trent's ear. "If you get up we can do whatever you want today. Riding, racing, reading, movie or whatever you want."
One of Trent's green eyes peaked up through the sheets. "Will you make pancakes?" he asked with a smile in his voice.
I smiled back at him with a grin. "Strawberry pancakes it is Trent."
The white haired boy smiled and got up from under the sheet. He beamed at me as he stretched in his green pajamas. Lee rolled his eyes as he finished dressing and headed for the door. "I'm heading down. The grown-ups are probably talking about that new guardian for Trent."
Trent groaned and rubbed his hair so it would go wild. "I don't see why I need another one. Quen already watches over me like a freakin' hawk, no offence Nessa."
I simply laughed as I started to remove my pajamas. I had no shame in dressing or undressing in front of Lee and Trent. We were siblings for Circe's sake. Plus, they thought girls were icky anyway. "You say that now Trent, but when your butt gets kidnapped your gonna wish he had been watching you like a hawk."
I pulled on my red and black stockings followed by my red skirt and shirt. I was going through a red phase back then, it was the 80's. I topped it off with a thin black bow around my waist and a black cap on my head. I turned to see Lee looking at me, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Who are you trying to be? Little Miss Lolita Muffit?"
"This from the guy who walks around with only a vest, jeans, and goggles on his head like a butt-head," I retorted throwing a pen at him.
Trent scowled as he pulled on his jeans. "Can you two stop for even one morning? It's like this every day."
"Oh shut your trap golden boy," Lee struck back. "As if you are never causing problem, you're the biggest trouble maker of the three of us."
"I am not!"
It was my turn to jump into the conversation. "Oh really Trent? This from the guy who almost blew up the entire west wing!"
The green eyes elf smirked slightly and looked away from us. "I didn't that only ten fireworks could do that much damage at once."
The three of us looked at each other and then broke into laughter of the memory of us covered in soot and Trent's parents cursing. It had been scary at the moment, but they were more concerned about us than the wing.
"I'll head down and start breakfast you two just try and keep out of any trouble until I arrive. I don't want to miss a thing."
Nodding at me we left Trent's room and disbursed down the separate stairways. I headed down to the kitchen the Kalamack's had for me personally. Grabbing the pancake mix and some berries from the fridge I started making breakfast for three.
From the door I could hear the sound of my "daddy" Quen talking to someone. Wondering if he would want any pancakes I walked over to the door.
It was in that moment that May 9th became something important to me. It was the day I fell in love for the first and only time. Of course at seven, I didn't exactly know what the meaning of love was. All I knew is that the tall teenage boy with the night-black hair and deep dark eyes whose slim form stood next to my daddy was making my belly feel tingly.
Quen noticed me and his face went from professional to affectionate. "Morning baby-girl," he said gently patting my on the head. He turned to the teenager. "This is the girl I was telling you about Jonathan. Vanessa Riley."
Jonathan looked down at me and I smiled at me deeply; his eyes lit up a bit. "Well you were right Quen, she is very beautiful."
My heart felt like a bunch of frogs were just jumping around inside of my ribs. Jon made me feel like a little woman with those eyes and those words.
"Thank you," I whispered shyly looking down as I felt my face turn red.
Quen's hand stayed on my head, like a proud father showing off. "She's close friends which Trent as I have mentioned so she will be here quite often."
"No problem," Jonathan said, "I doubt she would cause me much trouble," he turned to look at me. "Would you cutie?"
"No, sir," I answered shocked by the softness of my own voice. Quen took his hand of my head.
"What were you coming out here for anyway?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted some breakfast. I'm making pancakes."
"Sounds good, Nessa. Would you like some too Jon?" Quen asked.
Jon looked down at his stomach with a laugh. "Well I haven't had any breakfast yet, so why not, Nessa, right?"
I smiled and nodded quickly. "Yes, Nessa."
Never have I or will I forget the look in his eyes. He looked at me as if I was the cutest kid he'd ever seen. It was like an owner looking at a new puppy that had been just brought home. That look had been implanted into my brain and I was hooked. I wanted him to look at me like that always.
Back then I thought he always would.
Present Day
I hadn't seen that look in so long, that I only had the memory of it to keep me going. To remind me of how deeply I felt for him. Feeling that began to grow at that tender age of seven had bloomed over the next twenty years into a love I could never shake myself from.
Two years ago when I visited Trent for the summer we were sitting in bed playing blackjack and he asked me, "How can you still love Jon? After all hate he has shown you what makes you think he can ever love you?"
I dealt the cards and gave a soft sigh. I was looking up at the ceiling as if I was trying to remember. Looking back at Trent I responded, "When he looks at me and says the cruelest things…I see pain in his eyes. I see regret. I don't know if it's there because I wish it was there or not, but I do know I see it in his eyes. He cares for me Trent. He's just fighting not to."
At least I hope so….
That's it for this chapter, hope guys enjoyed yourselves. Also, I have found the Ravy song of the Year! It's called I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry. Check it out!