I woke up this afternoon, way too early for me to be up, to the sound of fighting. I don't know why they were fighting, I don't know when they started it, but it pulled me out of much needed sleep. I was in that state, you know, between awake and aware, and realized that I was floating down the main staircase before my ethereal brain could catch up with me. And, when I got down into the parlor, there they were. The bane of my existence some days. The weight on my shoulders on others. Two people on this earth I allow into the arms length of friendship.
Nix and Ade were in the living room, trying to kill each other. I couldn't figure it, there there were, locked into combat like two bull elephants (and making about as much noise about it, too), and no one really seemed to be too bothered by this. The girls were upstairs, Kelly was in the kitchen having started supper and Jayce was playing in the floor while those two overgrown children were arguing bitterly. Mostly I got the conversation from Nix's side. Something childish and petty. Ade, well... I never know what Ade says most of the time, not with that heavy Cajun dialect he's got going. He chews English more than he speaks it, then flirts with French the rest of the time, if you want to know my opinion on the matter. And of course you do, right? For the record, Ade is built like a bull elephant. He's my height, six five, and is slabbed with muscles. Nix once said he bench pressed Buicks on his down time. I wouldn't doubt that. Nix is smaller, he's tall, about four inches shorter than me, but he's slender and wiry. It was no contest for him, though, and all I could do was stand and watch as Ade lifted him up and flipped him back down onto the floor hard enough to rattle my favorite watching-the-world-go-by window. I guess that startled Kelly, because she yelled out for them to cut the crap. Nix got his wind back pretty fast and sucker punched Ade in the nose and before I could utter one word, as I had opened my mouth to voice my opinion, they went full-tilt brawl. Well, that frightened Jayce, so he scrambled up and ran to the safety of his aunt, who in turn came to the door and started shouting at them. Wise woman as she was, she never stepped close to them. They were rolling in the floor by now, had bodily knocked the love seat out of the way and for one moment, I had hopes that they would crash into that hideous chair of Ade's and completely destroy it, but, no such luck. They brushed by it and continued to roll and punch and flail and maul. The girls came down the stairs to watch the overgrown children try to kill themselves and me? I was tired, it was way too early for me to be up and by the time I'd finally get back to bed, I'd probably toss and turn in frustration until night fell, so, I did the only thing I knew how to do on such short notice. I threw a tantrum. I guess they forget that I'm a ghost sometimes. I'm so... real to them that perhaps they just don't think of me as being dead. I floated into the living room, put my energy around everything in it but the living bodies and lifted my arms. Every bit of furniture lifted up when I did that, but when there was no response, I lifted it higher, and then set it down with a mighty thump. To add to that, I concentrated on the house, and managed to make the floor thump again, as if putting a period onto the end of that sentence. The boys stopped fighting, looked around and then finally spotted me, floating with just my upper body visible to them to remind them that they weren't the only ones inhabiting this house and that the resident ghost slept during the day. Ade muttered some sort of apology through that lopsided grin of his, but all I got out of Nix was a frustrated growl as he finally untangled from his brother and rose. He mentioned that I had bedhead, and Kelly agreed that I did, in fact, have toddler hair. What did they expect? It's down past my waist and when I sleep, I sleep hard. After eyeing the group, I finally turned and went upstairs. I can't wait until tonight when I can sneak over to Nix's house and put a little Icy Hot into his shower gel.
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