I+K (Part-4)
“What is going on here?” Ian asked in a barely audible voice which sounded rather loud in the suddenly quiet kitchen.
My mother and Kai both gave him identical looks of confusion. They had no clue about what I'd done, of course. Rather oblivious, they looked between Ian and me seeking an explanation.
“Will someone tell me why Walker here was snogging my baby sister like there is no tomorrow?” On getting another wave of deafening silence from everyone, he turned to me.
“Snogging? Really? You sound like a Weasley, Ian.” I chuckled drily, ignoring his question.
“Walker is sure as hell not the boy who lived, Ginerva.” he bit back, not looking amused.
“I can't make head or tail of this conversation,so ummm…..I'm gonna go. Call me when you guys figure out what exactly the problem is.” Kai interjected, rather uneasy.
He scooted over to me and planted a kiss on my forehead before leaving.
Ian’s jaw was taut and his hand twitched like he wanted to drag Kai back and punch him, when Kai walked past him and out of our house.
“I badly want to use a death curse on that kid for what he just did. How dare he even touch you?” Ian growled, the vein in his temple pulsing visibly with anger.
“You would never.” I deadpanned.
I knew my brother, he might have a volatile temperament but he wouldn't ever hurt a living organism.
I remembered too clearly of how he'd saved a rather harmless lizard that had somehow sneaked into my room, when he was supposed to have saved me from it.
“Will you kids snap out of the Harry Potter jargon? It's kinda annoying.” my mother complained, looking between her very annoying children.
Ian sighed, walked up to mum and threw his hands around her. And I saw mum, grinning in surprise, pleased to be hugged.
When he finally let go, though not completely as he kept his hand around her shoulder and she kept leaning onto his chest, they both looked happier than I'd seen them in years.
“How come you forgot to tell me that you were coming home today? I've been begging and groveling and pleading for the past whole year for you to come home and you say nothing. And then suddenly you just appear at our doorstep.” I ramble, upset.
I wasn't even exaggerating. I had in fact been pleading to Ian, to come home for the past whole year through texts and emails and even voicemail and I'd received nothing more than one single email that had read -I'll think about it.
I mean, imagine my disappointment when I read that. Ian hadn't even bothered to type out a five sentence reply even after I'd sent at least a hundred emails.
I was so angry at him, I didn't even care that I was supposed to feel guilty of the fact that I'd kept him in the dark about Kai and me.
I hadn't done it on purpose, of course. It had just happened. I'd been so busy telling him to come home to us, to mum, in all my conversations with him that I had barely talked about anything else.
“I told you that I was going to think about it.” He protested, as if I was the one being unfair.
I snorted. “Yeah. You were going to think about it in March. Took you long enough, it's October.”
Mum shook her head at me, urging me to drop the issue for now. She was glad to have him back and she didn't want me to chase him away.
I huffed, indignant but gave in to her request, and stalked off from the kitchen. Climbing back onto the sofa, I resumed my sulking session with a bit more fervor.
My mother and Kai both gave him identical looks of confusion. They had no clue about what I'd done, of course. Rather oblivious, they looked between Ian and me seeking an explanation.
“Will someone tell me why Walker here was snogging my baby sister like there is no tomorrow?” On getting another wave of deafening silence from everyone, he turned to me.
“Snogging? Really? You sound like a Weasley, Ian.” I chuckled drily, ignoring his question.
“Walker is sure as hell not the boy who lived, Ginerva.” he bit back, not looking amused.
“I can't make head or tail of this conversation,so ummm…..I'm gonna go. Call me when you guys figure out what exactly the problem is.” Kai interjected, rather uneasy.
He scooted over to me and planted a kiss on my forehead before leaving.
Ian’s jaw was taut and his hand twitched like he wanted to drag Kai back and punch him, when Kai walked past him and out of our house.
“I badly want to use a death curse on that kid for what he just did. How dare he even touch you?” Ian growled, the vein in his temple pulsing visibly with anger.
“You would never.” I deadpanned.
I knew my brother, he might have a volatile temperament but he wouldn't ever hurt a living organism.
I remembered too clearly of how he'd saved a rather harmless lizard that had somehow sneaked into my room, when he was supposed to have saved me from it.
“Will you kids snap out of the Harry Potter jargon? It's kinda annoying.” my mother complained, looking between her very annoying children.
Ian sighed, walked up to mum and threw his hands around her. And I saw mum, grinning in surprise, pleased to be hugged.
When he finally let go, though not completely as he kept his hand around her shoulder and she kept leaning onto his chest, they both looked happier than I'd seen them in years.
“How come you forgot to tell me that you were coming home today? I've been begging and groveling and pleading for the past whole year for you to come home and you say nothing. And then suddenly you just appear at our doorstep.” I ramble, upset.
I wasn't even exaggerating. I had in fact been pleading to Ian, to come home for the past whole year through texts and emails and even voicemail and I'd received nothing more than one single email that had read -I'll think about it.
I mean, imagine my disappointment when I read that. Ian hadn't even bothered to type out a five sentence reply even after I'd sent at least a hundred emails.
I was so angry at him, I didn't even care that I was supposed to feel guilty of the fact that I'd kept him in the dark about Kai and me.
I hadn't done it on purpose, of course. It had just happened. I'd been so busy telling him to come home to us, to mum, in all my conversations with him that I had barely talked about anything else.
“I told you that I was going to think about it.” He protested, as if I was the one being unfair.
I snorted. “Yeah. You were going to think about it in March. Took you long enough, it's October.”
Mum shook her head at me, urging me to drop the issue for now. She was glad to have him back and she didn't want me to chase him away.
I huffed, indignant but gave in to her request, and stalked off from the kitchen. Climbing back onto the sofa, I resumed my sulking session with a bit more fervor.
I heard them talking in the kitchen as soon as I left. Mum was saying something about cookies and dinner. I heard Kai’s name being used a number of times too. A few minutes later, mum resumed her cooking and Ian stepped out of the kitchen and stopped short taking in my sulking pose.
“What are you doing?” he asked, looking wary. Approaching me carefully, he took a seat next to me making sure to not move the sofa so as to make me bounce off of it.
I chose to ignore him. Our mum could forgive him if she wanted, but I wasn't going to. On not getting a reply, his lips turned into a pout and he raised a confused brow at me. I refused to relent.
“Ma? What is wrong with her?” he asked, voicing his concern about my sanity to our mother.
Thankfully, she was used to my bouts of insanity.
“She upside down again?” mum called back sounding amused.
Ian, being the idiot he is, nodded his head, still staring at me . As if our mother, who had her back turned to us could see him.
But she figured out his dumbfounded predicament anyway having known him for 20 long years.
“She's sulking.” she explained. “Her current book lover probably broke her heart or her favorite character might've died, I guess.”
Ian shot me a look of understanding. The universal ‘I feel you bruh’ look.
I rolled my eyes at him.
Just because he was majoring in English Literature and read a hundred books per semester for coursework didn't make him a book lover like I was.
I was a hardcore, loyal book worshipper to the core, having started into my journey of voracious reading at the mere age of 4. Unlike Ian who discovered reading at 16, after reading a John Green novel right after having to go through a break up with his first girlfriend.
He had been vulnerable and had needed company, and John Green’s wise words had helped him more than my elaborate plans of torturing his ex.
So obviously it was ‘love at first word’ and he ended up studying Literature in Uni.
“I really do understand. You know right?” he said, sounding slightly convincing. I continued to blatantly ignore him.
He groaned at my lack of response.
“Stop being like that. Isa talk to me. I'm finally home. What more do you want?”
“Maybe a time machine.” I replied.
He shot me a grin, looking happy that I'd said anything in the first place.
“Why do you want a time machine?” he asked, quirking an annoying eyebrow out of habit.
“So that I can go back in time and murder you when you were an infant.” I retorted drily.
His eyes widened a fraction, his mouth twisting into an expression of distaste.
“That would create a paradox, you know. If you go back in time and kill me when I was a baby, that means I never grow up. So I don't annoy you. That means you end up having no reason to kill me in the first place. So it's a moot point.” he concluded looking triumphant, assuming that he'd won the argument.
I snorted, refusing to acknowledge his correctness. “So to avoid the whole paradox. I can just kill you now.” I started and sat up properly.
“Mum, throw me a machete, will you?” I requested.
Mum sent a stern glare my way that made my palms sweat a bit.
“Let us establish some ground rules for Ian's stay at home.” mum ordered.
We both nodded in subdued silence, not wanting to egg her on. We both knew how scary she could be when mad.
“One, there will be no killing in the house. You don't kill each other or any of the other people who visit the house. You will also refrain from threatening them unless you want me to ground you for life.” she said, glaring at both of us.
“Two, you both are going to be civil to each other no matter what. No death threats. No pranks. And no hatching revenge.” she continued. Aiming the last part at me.
I opened my mouth in protest only to have her shut me up with an acidic glance. Strong enough to knock down a brachiosaurus.
“Okay, now that I've made my point clear. Come on sweethearts, let's eat.” she said, executing a complete 180 degree mood change, slapping a large grin on her face.
So obviously it was ‘love at first word’ and he ended up studying Literature in Uni.
“I really do understand. You know right?” he said, sounding slightly convincing. I continued to blatantly ignore him.
He groaned at my lack of response.
“Stop being like that. Isa talk to me. I'm finally home. What more do you want?”
“Maybe a time machine.” I replied.
He shot me a grin, looking happy that I'd said anything in the first place.
“Why do you want a time machine?” he asked, quirking an annoying eyebrow out of habit.
“So that I can go back in time and murder you when you were an infant.” I retorted drily.
His eyes widened a fraction, his mouth twisting into an expression of distaste.
“That would create a paradox, you know. If you go back in time and kill me when I was a baby, that means I never grow up. So I don't annoy you. That means you end up having no reason to kill me in the first place. So it's a moot point.” he concluded looking triumphant, assuming that he'd won the argument.
I snorted, refusing to acknowledge his correctness. “So to avoid the whole paradox. I can just kill you now.” I started and sat up properly.
“Mum, throw me a machete, will you?” I requested.
Mum sent a stern glare my way that made my palms sweat a bit.
“Let us establish some ground rules for Ian's stay at home.” mum ordered.
We both nodded in subdued silence, not wanting to egg her on. We both knew how scary she could be when mad.
“One, there will be no killing in the house. You don't kill each other or any of the other people who visit the house. You will also refrain from threatening them unless you want me to ground you for life.” she said, glaring at both of us.
“Two, you both are going to be civil to each other no matter what. No death threats. No pranks. And no hatching revenge.” she continued. Aiming the last part at me.
I opened my mouth in protest only to have her shut me up with an acidic glance. Strong enough to knock down a brachiosaurus.
“Okay, now that I've made my point clear. Come on sweethearts, let's eat.” she said, executing a complete 180 degree mood change, slapping a large grin on her face.
(The end. Yes, I never finished writing this, but no one cares so it's okay. My characters were all basically reading John Green and 'quirking' their brows, things I was doing in 2017 and wanted to do eventually. Still can't quirk that brow, though. Hope it amused you as much as it amused me to reread it. I'm basically talking to myself at this point, so until next time. ^-^)
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so sweet <3
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