Hello! Dear readers, humans, whatever you are, this is my final blog, I have returned for my final act- and I think it's a good one! I am sad there is so much I could talk about right now, but I have settled onto an idea that was given to me/requested to me by my dear friend, Melody. Buutttt... Before I do start my little rambling rampage of stories I want to say I just took this vacation to Disney World with my family it was amazing, I loved it, I got this super cool jacket, and now I'm back to making up two weeks worth of school work with five days left in the semester. It's fine, we're fine, I'm fine. Anywho continuing on I hope you enjoy my (I believe) final post on our blog.
Idea: The son of a famous author and psychiatrist goes to Barnes and Noble, accidentally steals one of his mother's book copies, and then has a moral dilemma about what to do. (Accidentally not "Accidentally")
"Now, before you say anything- and I mean anything, let me explain. I didn't mean to, I promise. I got home and it was just there, in our book bag. I don't know how alarms didn't sound- but take it. Take it back! It haunts me! Get it away, it taunts me with its knowledge! I don't want it." Miles said as he thrust the book at his mothers and waited for one of them to reprove him for not mentioning the discovery earlier. He closed his eyes waiting to hear if there was a punishment involved with stealing from their favorite bookstore, what if they got banned for life when they returned it? What if his moms wouldn't take him anymore? What if they gossiped over it with their friends at tea? What if they sent him to Juvie for steal- wait... Why were they laughing?
. . .
Miles was ecstatic for the weekend, or the rest of the weekend he thought as he slipped on a pair of jeans and wriggled his away into a sweatshirt early Saturday morning. Today was a day like any other weekend, but that's why he loved it. His moms would always ask the night before what he had planned for Saturday and depending on his answer, and theirs, they would all figure out what to do the next day. For a while, he had been embarrassed to admit to his friends that he would rather spend his weekends hanging with his moms than going to some random classmate's party. Until he was informed one day by his closest friends that his mothers were, in fact, awesome. ( So, suck it, Terrance) Last night had continued as usual. Mom had picked him up from school after she had gotten done with a meeting at her publishers, then once they had arrived home he gave a quick hello to Mama, before he swiftly ran upstairs, did some of his homework, and played videogames before supper. Ahh, what a life. Upon arrival at the table, normal conversations were had.
How was school, what'd you learn today, how was work, who did you help today, what did you accomplish at the publishers, make any new enemies, see anyone cute, and so on so forth with their regular family banter. Until they got to the weekly conversation about what they wanted to do Saturday. To which Mom quickly responded with the idea of stopping somewhere to get drinks, hanging out at Barnes and Noble for a few hours, maybe less maybe more, they'd see, then just kinda doing whatever for the rest of the day. Whether that be to head home and chillax or to shop around downtown some more to look for mystic doors and secret passageways, aka going to the mall to stare at videogames and looking into random thrift stores for no particular reason. Mama quickly agreed to the idea and they both looked at Miles waiting for his response.
"Sure, sounds fun! Like always. " He replied with a smile then they happily continued their dinner in peace.
So on this joyous morning Miles' biggest problem was trying to figure out what he wanted as his Starbucks order, he decided to give up on trying to find something new and settled on his usual; An iced chocolate frappuccino with whipped cream and one shot of espresso. He already knew what his moms would get, Mama would get a honey oat milk frappuccino, and Mom would order a vanilla bean frappuccino. (They were a frappuccino family.) He snatched his satchel from the floor of his closet and bounded down the stairs so he could go find his shoes along with the mess of books, boots, coats, and projects in their entryway.
Five minutes later he was standing in the entryway with mom patiently waiting for mama. Eventually, she showed herself and they all walked out to their Ford together. They stopped at Starbuck's and ordered their drinks as previously planned then continued on their merry way to Barnes and Nobles.
While there they saw the usual. Books upon books with fantastical tales told by creative minds alike in wonder. The three of them loved it and while his mom's were bickering over which ones were the best Miles passed by the table of his mother's books. Each one stacked neatly with one propped on top mocking him that he couldn't read it yet. He stopped, looked around for his mothers, then yoinked the book into his bag to read later, in the corner, while his mother's were off being lovey-dovey, or something like that. He would just start it, not tell them and deposit the book back before tey left-none the wiser. They would not have a reapeat of what happened when he was eight, never again... He continued on his way finding more books to read on their morning's escapade.
Half an hour later he deposited his satchel to Mama while he went to use the restroom. Upon return to his parents his satchel was returned back to him and told they had checked out and gotten what they wanted and they were heading back home. Miles none the wiser walked out with his mother's forgetting about the forbidden book in his bag.
They returned home and Miles parted ways from his mothers to his room. He threw his satchel on the floor and gasped when he saw the green covered book slide out of his bag, mocking him for it happening again.
How in the everloving crap did it happen again!? He was going to cry. He was a fourteen year old, and he was going to ball his eyes out, because it happened again. He stole his mom's book. Again!! That was the moment he was reminded of when he was eight. When he was younger, stupider, and had no clue what anything was. He had grabbed the book without thinking, knowing that it was mom's book. Thinking that's her book why is it here? And cradling it into his arms until they left, until he had gotten home and realized the book he was clinging to was not his beloved Pinkalicious, but mom's book. One that he was not supposed to have, nor read, for years to come. It was for teenagers, and even then there were warnings of reading it. Of content for older teens, a bit more mature, but not explicit. When he was younger he'd run downstairs crying his eyes out, begging for his mom's to not send him away for taking it. Saying he didn't mean to and they can have it back, he didn't want it. They did not laugh when it happened. Thye just smiled, and said it was okay, accidents happen and he didn't know any better. Besides they could return it and explain the situation, problem solved. That night had ended with them cuddled up on the couch watching movies together to calm him down. It was one of the scariest experiences of his childhood, anxiety at it's finest.
He grabbed the book and slowly trudged his way downstairs to where his moms were talking in the kitchen. The did not turn to greet him when he arrived, but continued their conversation over which anime characters were amazingly powerful but overly stupid. He was not surrprised with thic conversation one bit. He spoke up.
"Mom, Mama, um... can we talk for a sec?" Both women turned their chairs to look at their son, slightly concerned with his quiet voice.
"Yeah hun, what's up?" Mom said sweetly.
. . .
And that's where they were now. Miles was standing in the kitchen worried once more in his not even decade and a half of living if he would be sent to juvie for stealing the same book. Why was it this book? Stupid Marcus, and his stupid story. He pouted.
Eventually his mothers stopped laughing with a smile, taking the book back and flipping through the pages.
"Oh hunny, we're sorry. You didn't take the book, don't worry." Mama said letting out one fianl chuckle.
"Yeah, sorry we thought we put that in our bag, not back in your satchel. It was a bit of a surprise." Mom said wiping tears out of her eyes. " When you left for the bathroom we checked out adn checked your satchel like always. Cause we didn't want a repeat of when you were eight. It's been six years it's not heppening again on our watch. Anyways, mama oppened your satchel and saw it and we decided you were old enough, you can read it now.
Now, I know what you're thinking." Mom stopped maing a funny voice. "We literally own the book series, you have so many copies, why would you buy this one when you could give me one from the house?" Ahe stopped with the voice. "We thought you grabbed it to read it today, you picked it, why not just give you this one for the memories, not just a randpm one off of my endless shelves of extras? Tha's why. We emant to put it back into our bag and give it to you later, but i guess we forgot in our scramble to go." She laughed at their mistake. "We're sorry, please don't be too upset."
"Yes, please don't be too upset, bud. We thought you'd be excited since you'd already grabbed the book! We didn't mean to worry you again. So just breathe it's all good, okay?" Mama smiled at him.
"It-it's mine? I- I can read it? Are you sure?" He asked suspiciously.
"Yep, we'll see how this one goes- after that one the series takes some turns, so we're seeing how you handle this one, then we'll go from there. Okay? So for now enjoy your book, tell me if you like it, you know I love to hear tyour reviews little one." Mom smiled at ruffled his hair up then walked out of their kitchen, disappearing down the hallway.
"If you need to talk afterwards, we can. It's a bit much at some points, okay? I love you, son." Mama gave hima quick hug and followed her wife out of the kitchen.
Half an hour later Miles was abck in his room pacing back and forth whether he wanted to wait for the perfect moment to start the book. Was there a feeling he would just have? So he knew it was time? What if he didn't like it and everything happened for nothing? What would he tell mom? OH my gsoh his mom would despise hi- no. No. It would be fine. He loved all of his mom's books. It would be fine. So finally after 14 years of waiting he sat on his bed in his room, curled up with balnkets and hot apple cider, and opened up the book.
He whispered to himself, " The story of MLN. Chapter one; In Which We're Thrown Into the Story." He laughed and continued on excited for the wonders ahead.
Well, there you have it! Thank-you for sticking with me through all of my randomness this semester! I hope you've enjoyed my ramblings and my wonders and my magic. ;) I will miss writing here, who knows maybe one day I'll infiltrate the wbsite and write again! mwa hahahaha *cue evil laughter* Anyways thanks again for letting me share my thoughts and stories here! Now I must go before my computer dies, but ,as always, stay MAGICAL!
~Ms. Magic~
P.S I definetely didn't almost name this Oops I did it again, no not at all. Okay bye! :)
