Monday, December 25, 2006

Chapter 41 My Cousin Ron

Everyone seemed okay when they woke up the following evening. Louis was up already at 5.30 singing. He was dusting the cabinets. I spied the active guy in his room, finding clothes to wear.

Bianca! God, Should I or shouldn’t I buy the roses?

Buy them! They say all. --------- I replied.

Don’t tell cher I’m afraid of him! Hey! Promise me.

Yea yea. Solemn promise. Hurry.

Prince flew by me, touched my head and whisked out the door. I turned on the radio. “Louis did you know Stat Loves you a lot. He’s so eager to be friends. Sometimes you nag us about the expenses. He knows, but wants to make you cheer!” I chatted.



The dark haired man wiped sweat off his brow and jumped to the floor. “Huh? He went off again. We haven’t spoken.” I spilled the beans.

Princie, my apologias.

WHAT? He yelled so loudly I was almost deafened. --------You told him! I will Kill you. Just wait. naughty childe!

His telepathy when screamed is not amusing. Not for a bird.

I didn’t. I got him prep for your homecoming. Don’t be mad. Did you buy the roses?

Blondie walked in at this moment, windswept and the picture of an angel with his head up there. Smug,slight frown.

I waved.
“I was going to buy roses. But they’re expensive now. Not exceeding the monthly budget. Err.”


“Tomorrow? I miss flowers in the house,” Louis spoke carefully. He chanced a look. Lestat had his hands behind his back and whistled.

“I got some other kinds.” Shyly, Stat revealed the bunch and smiled. I pulled him nearer so he wouldn’t address the furniture. They were daisies and poppies.


“Tu est beau,” Louis exclaimed.

“Huh me? Listen that night I was…. Don’t remember it.”


“Lestat. I forgive you. Next time you want to see a play, ask me," then Lo added, "Feel free to. Bianca.”

I dangled my shell necklace. "He got this for All of us! Cute right?"

Stat fingered them and thought about this. He nodded.

“GREAT! I smell food. Louis me hungry. Quick, I want shepherd’s pie.” Lestat picked me up. I screamed.

Happy ending!

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On Friday when we were just chilling out and Lestat was bored stiff literally! He wanted some stimulation. My senses picked up a presence. Ronnie?

The spaniel bounced on sensei chan when he opened the door to look at the garden. He is a springer spaniel, with the black eye patches. The dog stood up on his hind legs.


Stat laughed, sweeping back his fringe. He fondled Ron eagerly and talked doggie to him. Smiled without his fangs. He wants to be sociable, he will do without the teeth factor, que de crocs. I introduced them both.

Hi er.. monsieur, monsieur… Ron stammered. Remember we shapers will speak mentally because we cannot talk humanly.


“De Lioncourt. But just call me Lestat. Want a bite?” he supplied, still amused and scratching my cousin about the long fluffy ears.

Ron barked and wagged his tail. Then he jumped me onto the couch and I avoided his licks. I don’t like licking saliva. Eugh! Eugh, get away from me.

Lestat waited. Ron smacked his chops. Yea,haha. Can I have Fizzy orange?

“Make yourself at home. In a sec.” While glasses were clinked together in the kitchen, Ron wiggled in my lap.
Oi oi oi, go away. Keep to the floor. Get offa me! I hollered and whacked his ass.

The vampire had changed into Levi’s jeans and a V neck Tshirt when he returned with the drink. He’d made me hot milo. I shoved my cuz off and took the mug.
Want me to pour it into a bowl for you?
Ok, my cousin agreed, nodding like a man. I wanted to hit him and at the same time hide inside a hole. He was so Embarrassing!

Lestat, this is Not him. I moaned inwardly.Made the blond overjoyed that he had a fit of laughter. He wept blood tears.

Ronnie wagged furiously, Sending----- Haha, my name is Theris in this form, what do you think, monsieur?

“What does it mean? Theris. Greek, or roman?” my teacher mused.

I snapped,“If he sucks tell him that!”

“Don’t you love each other, cheriepie?”


“Non,” I snorted and glared at my cousin. “I told you our concept of love is different from yours. (he meant sex love)”
“Children. I could not possibly imply it. Ron, come come,” Stat summoned him, waving him over. The spaniel gave me a rueful look. “Haven’t answered me.”

“He is named after one of the minor gods.” I Sent--- don’t make Stat fall for you. he is Very easily attached.

Ronnie quickly became 29 years old, going on 30 now. He pulled on a shirt and gazed at sensei chan with puppy eyes. “You like music… I have forte in violin and karate.”
Stupid SHOWOFF! I went upstairs. But could hear them perfectly.
“I’m crazy about the stage! I used to play violin. Which pieces do you love, Theris? I am gushing over your beau name!” I covered my ears and switched on Evanescence whose voice can drown out anything.

Ronnie made me grateful but why didn’t he stop being in the spotlight?

Lestat has since discussed everything with my cousin most of the time, since I was not That into classical music. Latest release of whoever’s album, they would go. I felt happy for him, Ron is a bubble of laughs.

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I have a fetish for shoes. I think it was Christmas eve and I took Louis out shopping. How can he wear the same thing all the time? Red puma shoes, dazzling gold with red laces. Doesn’t it appeal? Louis said he was not gonna wear that.
"No it’s for me," I replied. I asked for a small pair.

"Why, don’t you want to wear them? I have a larger size." the salesman told me.
I want these. So cute right?


Baby shoes------ Louis asked, pursing his lips. I giggled. Hey you serious?
“Thanks for the service Sir. Goodnight.” I have a whole collection of sweet small shoes, from high heels to sneakers. I don’t wear those which are too fanciful. Brat prince stumbled in, yelled, “Where are my poetry? Oh no, love those baby shoes. Can I look here?”

“Sure c’mon in.”
I took out a brown box and revealed little boots. They have silver buckles on them and are furry on the ankle part. “Someone bought this for me. Everyone of them in their boxes guys. Hey Lo. Seen Stat’s poems?” The blond was cursing to himself, in latin I think. With the te and all the literal pronouns. I can’t get him to accidentally teach me French curses though. I’m not supposed to say mon dieu(Oh God), too young to say that.Sigh.

He gave up and squatted beside me. Indicated them. “Cannot go on mine. There’re some wearable right?”

“I’ve asked her not to order these kinds. Take out some pink ones. I saw them somewhere…”Louis said dismayed in expression. We laughed.
I told them I have army costume. Green combat gear. Lestat sniffed.
“I like you in a top and skirt. Ok for guys. Military wear, please!” he groaned dramatically posing.

Later on I combed out and plaited Louis’hair. He was horrified. “AAAH. Need to untie, ouch! Look like a girl.”
I hugged the other guy from behind. He tried to pry me off, but not roughly. “Cherie, stop. Whatis it?”
“I feel like washing someone’s hair. Allow me to. New shampoo, good for curls.”
Lestat looked at me wryly and held my hand. I gazed into the endless immortal orbs. Sometimes you can be lost in their depths. I blinked and bounced to shake off the sleepy feeling. He turned back to completing his new diary, a leatherbound book.

“So you are saying I cannot wash my own hair?”

“I wanna bathe with you. oops.” Louis grabbed me at that and I changed, rushing for cover.

“You insolent child! Vulgar. Naughty. Watched porn is it?” I screeched. The vamps covered their ears. “Stat shoot her down.”

They ganged up on me. But I never get hurt. It is fun! takes the rhythm of regularity off.
More next time.
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