4: Caution. She sighed, her day going by slowly, laying in her room and constantly asking the book questions for Zacharie to answer. "Zaaaaacharieeee." What is it, girl? "Is tonight going to suck ass?" She heard someone snort, figuring it's Zacharie in her head. It's going to turn out that way if you keep acting like this. By the way, be cautious about the windows tonight. "Why?" She asked, tilting her head and looking at the windows, then back at the book. There's supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight, and lightning. Please be careful about stretching your wings near them. She rolled her eyes, resting her chin in her hands. "Gramps, I'll be careful. I promise." It's only a thunderstorm with lightning because you're being tested. "WHAT? TESTED?–" She blinked, and looked up at him standing in front of her bed. "Yes. Tested. Just promise me you'll be careful." "I said I'd be careful," she sighed, rubbing her temples. Her white long sleeved shirt was way too long on her. "You look like a child with your oversized shirt." He chuckled, folding his arms. "Nyeh. I didn't pick my clothes out, they're hand-me-downs from The Lord." She snickered, flailing her sleeves around. "They're hand-me-downs from Raphael, get your facts straight, Miss Von Clark." "Archangel, God, whatever." She sighed, rolling onto her back and off the bed. He rolled his eyes, choosing a different topic to ramble about with her. "So tonight is your first night cleaning and watching the younger child?" "Yes. Melinda and Don are leaving for the night and Gunner is going to his girlfriend's house." Castiel said, sighing. "Are you upset?" He asked, pulling his eyebrows into a concerned look for her. She shook her head, and he arched an eyebrow into a truth seeking expression. "You're lying." "What? No, I'm not!" "Castiel, really. What's wrong?" She exhaled, sitting on the edge of her bed. He joined her, fixing her hair. "I don't know, I'm just really upset over the fact that they–" "They do more than just dislike her male fashions." "Oh great, there's worse." He nodded, shaking his head. "There's a lot of things Melinda dislikes about Tatum. That's why you're here." "Fantastic, so the other half of being 'Spy of The Lord' is not committing murder due to pure hatred for a woman not meant to be a mother and not accepting her child's choices, right?" She snapped, standing up. Zacharie stood up, but as he did, the door swung open. Castiel froze in her spot, talking to an empty space. Gunner poked his head in, blinking. "Uh.. Mom and dad left so um.. I'm gonna go. Tatum's in her room.." Castiel nodded, putting her arms to her sides awkwardly. "You okay? Who are you talking to?" He asked, gesturing to the spot he was speaking to. "I'm fine," she answered, brushing herself off. "I was talking to myself about the book I read..." She mumbled, trailing off. "Oh..Alright, bye." "Bye." She replied back rather rudely. She listed as he walked down the wooden stairs, opened the door and shut it. She looked at the spot where Zacharie sat and stuck her tongue out and decided to go look at her make up. She brushed her jeans off, skipping over to Tatum's room. She skipped into the bathroom, and began looking at her face, adjusting little things here and there. "Augh, my lipstick.." "Hey love, did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because you're an absolute angel." Castiel froze up, her heartbeat increasing and looked in the mirror. Tatum was dressed in some cosplay, leaning against the bathroom doorway. "What? No, screw you." She answered quickly, fixing her hair. "Oh, I was really hoping you would." Tatum snorted in return, the pink pigment increasing in her face. "I don't have a liking for anyone." Retorted Cas, turning towards her with the biggest smirk she could make. Tatum's jaw dropped, and she looked down to up on her. "Really? I'm surprised boys haven't come banging down your door. You're gorgeous." Tatum said, gesturing to her. "Um yeah no. Besides, I would be a dyke anyways." "Really?" She asked, leaning on the bathroom counter, grinning. "Whatever–" Cas screeched, exiting the bathroom and laying on Tatum's bed. Tatum watched her from the bathroom, arching an eyebrow. "You okay?" She teased, taking her wig off and brushing out her neck length hair. Castiel kicked her legs, and paused to listen to the rain outside. "There's supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight," started Tatum, pulling Castiel's legs back to the bed and sat on the edge of it. "I fucking hate them." "Woah there, easy partner with the language." "My parents nor Gunner is home, so bluh." "True." "Anyways... Can I tell you something?" She asked, looking at her hands. "Sure." Castiel answered, sitting up. "You're just like her." She said, looking at Tatum. She blinked slowly to realize that tears were in her eyes. "Like who...?" "Like Jade," she began to sob, covering her face. "everything but your eyes are the same. Your personality, your looks... It.." Castiel hugged her, the thunder beginning. She screamed into Castiel's ear, holding her tightly. BOOM! "No no no!" She cried, holding onto Cas. Her hair covered her head like a veil, closing her eyes and making a small wish in her head. She felt a swish of air around her, and she was in her room with her in her arms. She was crying quietly, and she felt like a mother grizzly bear, protecting her from the thunder, which in reality can't physically hurt someone. The small teenager looked up at her, who's attention was averted to the window, watching the rain. Tatum calmed down, drowning out the sound of thunder to the sound of Castiel's heart beat. White noise rang through her chest. She didn't ask, she just rested her head and slept peacefully... Without caution...
I got banned because my mom hates my lack of speaking i better get cracking on the next update frick