May I Be Your Christmas Present? ((Myka))

[katy]

OOC: This thread may contain some very PG-13 moments, do not read if you are under 13

Katy pulled the covers over her head while curling into a a tight ball. Her blue eyes were itchy, and dry, unable to produce anymore tears. Why was her life going down the drain? First she meets the most wonderful, spectacular girl in the world and falls head over heels, but then she goes and back-stabs her. Now, her father was sick. He couldn't talk, he didn't remember anything. Curling into a tight ball as she remembered the night before, her body began to shiver. Katy had gone to visit her father for the first time when he got admitted into the hospital. When the nurse asked him who she was, he didn't remember. She remembered he pain that glazed over his beautiful blue eyes and the sound of he machines. Her father only got sick every 20 or 25 years. First Katy and her brother thought it was only the flu, but then Kyle had second thoughts. It had gotten to the point where Shane couldn't even stand the light or even remember what day it was. Finally, Kyle took their father to a hospital and he was admitted. Katy remembered the phone call she got that said he had Meningitis. It was a deadly disease that caused irritation along the lining of he brain and the spinal cord. To top it off, Katy's mother showed up at the hospital room. It was the first time in almost six years that she saw her. Katy didn't speak a word to her and ran out of the room and toward Kyle where the two went home. Did Katy's mother really think that she was going to just come back and have things be the way they were before?

A single tear went down her check as she rubbed it away. There was knocking on the door followed by footsteps. The covers then were soon pulled off of her and Kyle was sitting on the bed. "Do you want to go see him again?" he asked her with a weak smile. Katy shook her head, her red curls following the movement. Kyle sighed as he stood up from the bed, heading over toward the door. He stopped before turning back to look at his younger sister. "Katy you can't be like this forever. Dad wouldn't want that. You can at least get the guts and go see him again. Just make sure the doors are locked after I leave," he said heading back down the stairs. Katy stood up straight from her bed watching as he disappeared. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs at him, but didn't. He was right. Why couldn't she get the guts for anything? Sighing as she went off into the bathroom to wash her face, she than got dressed into fresh clothes. She couldn't stay in this house much longer. Grabbing an old blue winter jacket, she stuffed some tissues into one of the pockets and directions to Myka's house. Katy also put her wand into her front pocket along with some money. Myka was the only person she could think of to make her feel better. Bouncing down the stairs, Katy left the house and down he street toward an Irish wizarding pub nearby. There she could use the flo powder system to go to The Leaky Cauldron in London.

She had made it into the pub in time before dark clouds began to build up. There were only a few witches and wizards there today. Heading over toward the fireplace she took a handful of powder. Throwing it down and yelling clearly, "Diagon Aley." Katy's body vanished in the green flames and spinning took over her. It only took a few moments before reaching the other fireplace. Whipping off the powder from her clothes she coughed while heading out onto the streets of London. Pulling out the small white piece of paper she read off the house number. It was already beginning to rain, but she didn't care. No one will notice her tears anyway. Reaching a rather fancy looking neighborhood, Katy felt a bit uncomfortable. She wasn't used to everything being this fancy and crowded. Stopping at a huge looking mansion she read off the paper sighing as the ink smudged. This had to be it. Heading down the long path toward the front door she rang the doorbell. What if Myka didn't want to talk to her? Katy bit her quivering lip, closing her eyes to hide the tears. She needed too see Myka and talk to her.

[Myka Young R6]

“Mykaela Avery, wake up!” Myka groaned at the annoying sound of her mother’s voice. She pulled her pillow over her head and chose to ignore the sound. No more than two minutes later, there was another call to her. Only this time it was by her father, “Myka, honey, wake up.” Myka sighed and opened her eyes before pushing her pillow off her face. She expected to see the bright sunlight filtering in through her window, but that didn’t happen. Myka narrowed her eyes and sat up, looking out the window at the grey atmosphere. Oh, great. It’s going to rain. Shoving her blankets away from her, Myka stepped onto the carpeted flooring and shuffled her way across the room to her large closet. It was the only advantage of living in a mansion with two pureblooded parents; she got a huge room and a huge walk in closet. Myka opened the door and stepped inside before pulling out a dark brown cotton skirt, a black band t-shirt, and a pair of knee high black leather boots.

She laid them out on her bed and then went into her adjoining bathroom where she took a quick shower. Myka wrapped a towel around her as she left her bathroom and entered her room again. She dressed and then started to do her hair. Since she wasn’t of age, she couldn’t use magic so she had to do it the muggle way. Her parents had often told her she should let Estrila, their house elf, do it; but Myka didn’t trust anyone but herself with her hair. After she had dried and styled her hair the way she usually did, she applied her makeup. She was nearly finished when there was a knock on her door and her father walked in. “Hey, Princess, you were up earlier than usual but still too late for your mother.” Myka smirked and turned away from her vanity mirror to look at her father, “Nothing I ever do pleases Mum, Daddy.” Logan smiled at that and took a seat on Myka’s unmade bed. He looked around her room which had clothes from the past couple of days strewn everywhere. Myka wasn’t a neat and tidy person. Why would she be? “Your mother is a very difficult woman to please. Only a handful of people have accomplished that, so don’t worry about it.” Myka smiled a wide smile and looked down at her hands.

There was a silence and then her father stood up, “Alright, then. Your mother and I have an event to attend. We’ll be back later tonight.” Myka looked at her digital clock on the nightstand beside her bed. “Wow. It’s only noon and you two are off being the good purebloods?” Logan grinned, stood, and made his way toward her. He planted a kiss on Myka’s forehead and then left her room. Myka sighed and waited until she heard the limo pull away before she left her room. She went down to the dining room and Estrila brought out her breakfast which had been kept warm. Myka picked at her food and ate all she could eat. She finished and left the table, heading into the living room where she turned on the telly and watched one of her favourite programmes. She was watching for nearly a half hour when the doorbell rang. Myka rose and made her way into the entrance way. She opened the door and nearly fell back with shock at who was there.

“Katy? Wha…? Come inside before you catch cold.” Myka grabbed the girl’s hand and led her inside the house, closing the door behind her. “What are you doing here? Oh, I’ll get you some towels and a pair of dry clothes. Come on, this way.” Myka had let go of Katy’s hand and was making her way toward her room. Once there, she went to her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt for the girl to put on. “You can change in there,” she said pointing to her bathroom, “And after you’ve done that we’ll go into the kitchen, get some hot chocolate and you’ll tell me why you are here exactly.”

[katy]

Katy wrapped her arms around her wet, shivering body. She rocked on back and forth on her heels while waiting for someone too answer the door. What if Myka wasn't home? Or anyone else in general. Her worried thoughts soon ended as the door opened revealing the shock look on Myka's face. A gust of wind blew behind Katy causing her to tremble. Myka took Katy's hand, leading her inside of the house. The air was warm and so was the girl's hand. Katy didn't know what to say, but let Myka lead her toward her room. She was silent the whole time, an uncomfortable feeling rising in the Pitt of her stomach. Smiling gratefully as Myka gave her some warm clothes she turned in the direction of the bathroom. Who had bathrooms in their own bedroom? Heading inside, and closing the door, Katy slowly began to get dressed. She took off her wet jeans setting them over the shower edge. Pulling on the new dry pair, Katy was quite shocked that it actually fit. Pilling off her wet jacket she also hung it next to the pants not wanting to leave it on the floor still wet. Her long sleeved shirt was still dry, but a little moist. Putting her arms into the sweatshirt selves, Katy tugged it on. Ringing out her wet red hair she took the wet clothes, folding them up nicely than wrapping them into a towel.

Once all dried, Katy walked toward Myka sighing. "I'm sorry to just all of a sudden come here.....I didn't know where else to go," she said in a shaky tone of voice. The two girls then headed down the stairs toward where the kitchen was. There were already two glasses of hot chocolate waiting on the counter. Taking the warm mug into her hands, Katy followed Myka toward a table, taking a seat down in the chair. Blowing on the hot liquid Katy went over what too say in her mind. "Everything is just falling apart!" she finally started running her hands through her red hair. "We thought at first it was only the flu but when Kyle took him to the hospital they said it was much more," Katy spoke, her voice just barely audible. "They said my dad had Meningitis....a deadly disease that causes irritation along the lining of the brain and spinal cord," she continued looking down at the table counter. "I went to go see him yesterday for the first time...he.....he....he didn't remember me. My own dad didn't remember his own daughter." Katy buried her head into her hands tears sliding down her checks.

"My brother wanted me to go see him again today, but how could I if he doesn't remember me? Why doesn't he remember me? He remembered Kyle, but not me....and to top it off, my mother showed up," Katy said, her head sill buried in her arms. "I'm sorry for everything that I put you through Myka. After all that I've done to you, your still the only person who I could come too like this."

[Myka Young R6]

Myka found herself pacing in front of the door to her bathroom as she waited for Katy to come out. Once she did, Myka smiled and shook her head at her apology; “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like anyone else is home besides me. C’mon let’s go get that hot chocolate.” She led Katy down the stairs once more and into the kitchen where two large cups of hot chocolate were waiting for them. When both the girls had their hot chocolate, they sat down at the table in the kitchen because it was smaller and they wouldn’t feel as if they were in a banquet hall without the other guests. Myka always felt that way when she was home alone and eating, so she normally ate in the kitchen if it were just her. She looked down at the steamy liquid in her hands and then back at Katy as she exclaimed something about everything falling apart.

She didn’t speak here, knowing that Katy had more to say. Sure enough, the younger girl kept talking, going on to explain what she meant about everything falling apart. Myka took a slow sip of her hot chocolate as Katy told her about her father having meningitis and about how he didn’t even remember her. How he remembered her brother but not her and how she couldn’t visit him. When she was finished, adding another apology in there, Myka set her cup of hot chocolate down and stared at Katy with piercing eyes that were kind and adoring. “Wow. I… sorry… wow. I don’t know what to say, but what I can tell you is that avoiding your father isn’t going to help. If he doesn’t remember you, the only way to get him to remember is to be there for him. Tell him about things that you cherish, fill his mind with memories. Maybe then he will remember, too.” Perhaps Myka was being hopeful for her friend, but she couldn’t help it. She had read about things like that happening, so why couldn’t they? If magic was real, why couldn’t miracles be?

Myka sighed, not so sure she wanted to say the next part. “You can always come to me, Katy. I’m always here, even if we aren’t on the best of terms. I still want to be your prince; I still want to protect you. Acting the way you did… it’s normal. It really is. You shouldn’t have to worry about being sorry. It’s a natural reaction to everything and I shouldn’t have blown up on you.” Myka watched Katy, wondering if what she was saying was making sense. Would things ever be okay with them?

[katy]

Katy still buried her face into her arms, tears slowly sliding down both of her crimson checks. Her body still shivered from the cold as she closed her eyes shut trying to stop the river of tears. Sniffing as Myka spoke; Katy listened to her friend's comforting words. The older girl was right. She should be at her father’s side reminding him of memories of the past, but Katy wasn't. Instead she was too scared to go back again. All the machines, nurses, and even the smells made her stomach nauseated. The mental image of her father being strapped down onto the hospital bed fled her mind brought back all the feelings back from the night before. After a while, Katy finally raised her head up from the table. She stared into Myka's kind eyes, her own blood shot eyes still sparkling with tears. "I'm scared.....I'm scared of going back there again...The machines...nurses...smell...They even had to tie my own dad down into the bed like some kind of Looney..." she said, her voice quivering. Taking a deep breath while closing her eyes, a tear escaped through her closed eyes. "I'm also afraid of what might happen to him. I can't loose him Myka. He's the only thing that I have left."

Rubbing her eyes away of the tears she finally opened them to stare back at Myka. Her vision was still blurry, but she could still see the figure of the older girl. She smiled a small smile, the first sign of life from Katy since the past week. "That means so much to me that you still want to be my prince," Katy said, wiping her eyes with the ends of the sweatshirt sleeve. She had to pull herself back together again. Crying wasn't going to cure her father’s illness, but Katy couldn't and was still scared. She felt like a little girl again with the monster under her bed. Katy hated feeling like that. Helpless, terrified, hopeless. "If you meant the whole me avoiding you for the past month-in-a-half than you had all the right to blow up on me," she began fiddling with the end of her sleeves. Sniffing again, Katy looked up at Myka. "A friend doesn't do that to another regardless how insecure they are."

Staring at the mug in front of her she picked it up, taking a sip. The warm liquid warmed her throat and made her feel slightly better. Setting the mug back down, while taking a deep shaky breath. All the sadness and pain began to creep back up on Katy overwhelming her. Turning around sideways on the chair she wrapped her arms around the older girl, crying into her shoulder. She needed someone to just be there and let her cry.

[Myka Young R6]

Myka listened as Katy told Myka about her only visit. She watched as Katy started to cry, but she didn't reach out to the girl. She didn't want to frighten her, or push her along like she had been lately. Showing too much comfort or too much care might turn her away. Myka didn't want that. She believed that something inside of her would die if that happened. Myka didn't say anything when Katy finished telling her about what the hospital was like. She didn't know what to say. She had never dealt with losing a parent and then coming very close to losing the only one she had left. And if something like that did happen, Myka was pretty sure that unless it was her father, she wouldn't give a damn. Perhaps she would, but she was almost positive that losing her mother would be a breath of fresh air. Her father was the only person in her family that she could stand, let alone the only parent.

"I never stopped wanting to be your prince, Katy. From the moment I saw you, I knew that I had to help you... to lead you away from the darkness whether you wanted it or not. I was waiting for you to contact me and make the initial move, but you never did. So I greeted you, and the moment you admitted that you were gay.. I knew that I wouldn't be able to leave your side unless your heart truly wished it. I'm sorry for sticking on you like a sea mollusk, but Katy darling you can't get rid of me unless you say you want me to leave with such hatred. Even when you said you thought it was best for us not to be anything, even friends, I didn't completely leave your side. I made sure you were okay from a distance." At this moment, Myka reached across the table and brushed away the stray tears that were falling down Katy's face. She smiled comfortingly and then stood from her seat. She threw all caution to the wind and hugged Katy from behind, "I'll always be here. Even if you say things that hurt..."

She didn't move when Katy started to cry in her shoulder, she just held her tightly and stroked her red hair. Sometimes all you needed was someone to cry on or cry with. Sometimes that's all you could get or want.

[katy]

Katy's eyes were still shut as Myka didn't say anything about the hospital visit. Most people could handle being in the regular rooms where the patients that were staying overnight for surgery or being examined as not so scary. The Intense Car Unit was exactly how it was worded. Intense. There were only certain times you could visit during the day for only two hours. That wasn't much time to spend with your loved one. Also, people had gone into rooms wearing face masks or body covering if the patient had some sort of wound infection. Luckily, Katy didn't have too wear any hospital gown or anything. Her father wasn't under that category; he just needed around the clock help. Mental images flashed through her eyes. Katy's blue eyes opened looking at Myka she wiped more tears from her checks. She didn't want to remember anything from that night and never wanted to go to that place ever again, but she had too. Some people didn't exactly know what to say to some things, Myka was the same. No one knew exactly how she felt without actually experiencing it. There were only two words that could describe it. Terrifying and miserable.

When Myka spoke about always wanting to protect her, Katy felt more tears spring into her eyes. These tears weren't because of her father, but of joy for what her friend was saying. No one honestly has ever wanted to do that for Katy. Most of her friends would just talk about something else if she had gone to them at this moment. Katy knew they didn't do it on purpose, but wanted her to think of something else. What if she didn't want too? What if she needed someone there just to let her cry on? She just needed someone to just be there to rub her back, or pat her hair, whispering words of encouragement in her ear. Myka was that kind of friend. "If you had never confronted me that night, then I wouldn't have had such a great friend Myka. If I hadn't met you, than I wouldn't know what it was like to be myself," Katy whispered quietly trying hard to hold back the tears buy they just poured down her face. Myka wiped them away before adding another comment that made it all just came out.

Turning around in the chair when the older girl hugged her from behind, Katy buried her head into the girls shoulder. Everything just flowed out. Tears of the past couple of months finally poured out. Did this mean that things were going to get better in her life? Katy's body shook as she continued to weep. She stayed in Myka's arm for what seemed like eternity, but was really only a couple of minutes. Katy broke around from the tight embrace, rubbing her ears. When Myka said something about watching TV, Katy smiled softly and nodded her head while Myka led her to the living room.

[Myka Young R6]

Myka just held Katy tightly as she talked about the impact Myka had on her. She knew her blouse was going to be tear stained, but she could always change it in a few moments. Sighing, Myka kissed the top of Katy's head and tightened her hug. Finally, Katy broke away and Myka wiped the tears off her cheeks that were still falling. They sat in silence for a few moments before Myka made an attempt at being funny and a suggestion, "You know, whenever I'm upset about something I stare at the telly for hours upon end and I forget about most of my worries for a few moments. Wanna try it?" She watched Katy with a small smile on her face. Katy agreed and she led her into the living room. The television was still on, but her favourite programme was long over. Sitting down, pulling Katy down beside her, Myka changed the channel until she landed on 'It's A Wonderful Life.' It was a common Christmas movie and one of Myka's favourites to watch.

Putting her arm behind Katy, and letting it rest on the couch she watched the movie in silence. Then after about ten minutes, Katy layed her head in Myka's lap. Myka smiled and started to play with her hair. Starting off by just running her fingers through it, and then twirling it around her fingers. Myka loved her hair. It was a gorgeous colour of red and Katy didn't do much to it besides brushed it. She sometimes wore it up, but it didn't need much done to it to make it beautiful. Myka looked up as one of her favourite lines was being spoken. She quoted it; "What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary." She smiled softly and then looked down at Katy again. She bent her head and planted a small kiss on her forehead before lifting her head again and continued to watch the movie.

[katy]

Katy stopped in her tracks behind Myka as the girl tried to find the remote. Her blue eyes darted around the enormous living room trying to take everything in. There were at least five tall book cases that were stacked with all different types of books. Another thing that had caught her eye was a large Floo chimney that most pureblooded wizarding families had in their home. Her living room didn’t even compare to this one in either shape or size. This was twice as big and not to mention more clean. Myka than sat down on the coach pulling Katy down next to her. She was still looking around trying to take in every little detail. Katy loved looking around in different homes seeing how different everything was. Smiling as the older girl rested her arm behind Katy’s back she stared at the wide screen television. Again, it was something twice the size than anything she had back at home.

The channel changed to a Christmas movie which Katy had seen a long time ago, but didn’t quite remember it much. Feeling slightly more comfortable with her surroundings Katy laid down on the coach resting her head on the girl’s lap and before long Myka was playing with her red hair. Grinning, Katy kept her eyes on the movie while moving her fingers in slow circles on the girl’s leg. Katy kept this up for a while before using her index and middle fingers moving them up her leg as if they were walking. She tried hard not laugh but wondered if Myka was ticklish at all. Anytime anyone tried to gentle touch her legs, Katy would fall into a laughing fit. Well, Katy was ticklish everywhere, which made her vulnerable to most tickle attacks.

Myka had dropped a sweet kiss on Katy’s forehead after quoting a line from the movie. Smiling at the older girl she turned back toward the movie. Her mind was debating whether or not to return the kiss. Soon there was a kissing scene with Mary and George. Looking up at Myka, Katy slowly turned on her back and slid up so she was sitting on the girl’s lap. Laughing as she felt like a little girl again on Santa’s lap, she leaned in closer to the girl, her lips brushing against her. Katy’s kiss was shy and timid, but soon filled with more passion as she kissed Myka again. Running her fingers through Myka’s short black hair, Katy kissed her again with the same amount of energy as before. They were completely unaware that the front door had opened and there was soon a loud gasp making Katy jump. She fell on the fall with a loud thud staring at the two adults at the other end of the room.

((OOC- This thread may contain some very PG-13 moments, do not read if you are under 13))

[Myka Young R6]

Myka's eyes never left the screen until Katy changed positions and was now sitting in her lap. Raising an eyebrow, Myka was caught off guard by Katy's sudden kiss. After the initial shock wore off, Myka was overcome with a numbness. She kissed Katy back, and then felt the energy in her kisses. "What in the Dark Lord's name are you doing?!" Katy jumped and fell out of her lap and Myka felt herself stiffen. She smiled lopsidedly at Katy and then turned to see her mother standing in the door way from the entrance hall. Her lovely blonde hair was pinned up in elegant curls, her dress made her bosom pop out, and she wore a long black fur coat. Logan was walked in and put his hand on his wife's back while looking in the direction of Myka. Myka melted at his eyes which were showing betrayal and pain. Myka ran her fingers through her hair as if to straighten it up, and then stood. She grabbed Katy's hand and pulled her up to standing. She grasped her hand and then said quickly, "Go upstairs to my room and lock the door. I'll be up soon, promise."

She kissed Katy quickly and gently and sent her upstairs, making sure her mother didn't do anything. It wasn't like she could, her father had a pretty firm grip on her shoulder. Once Katy had disappeared and Myka heard the familiar click of the lock, there was a dead silence. No one dared to break it until Mariah, her mother, spoke. She spoke in deadly tones, "What did I just see?" "Now, Mariah, I'm sure it was nothing. Some innocent.. teenage thing they do now-a-days." "I know what that was, Logan!" "Then why are you asking her?" "I want to hear it from her own flithy lips." They both turned to look at her. Myka sighed, she could feel the hate coming from her mother's eyes and the betrayal and pity coming from her father's. Myka crossed her arms, "That was my friend, Katy Hudson. She's from Hogwarts." Her mother grew impatient, "She came here tonight because her father's in the hospital and she was upset. I comforted her, we had hot chocolate, and watched a movie." "And where does you sticking your tongue down her throat fit in there?" Myka winced.

"Oh, come off it, Mummy dearest. You knew all the signs were there, yet you chose to ignore it." Myka was getting angry now. Her mother had no right to treat her like she was scum. She was human, too. Myka looked at her father, wondering if he thought the same of her. The small smile on his lips, and the amused glint in his eye told her otherwise. "If you need me to spell it out for you, I will. I don't see any point in hiding it any longer. I'm gay. I don't like men, I like women." She took a step around the couch and made a gesture around her breasts, "Big busty women." Mariah's face paled and if it weren't for Logan's hand holding her up, she would have fallen. Myka rolled her eyes at her mother's dramatics. "This... can't be. This is wrong. You're...ill that's what it is. You're just ill. We can fix this. We can make you better." Myka's anger rose even higher. "lll?! Ill?! Ill is when you're in the hospital, ill is when you're couging up blood and have a fever. I'm not ill!"

[katy]

Katy sat on the ground staring at the couple at the end of the room. With one look of Myka’s mom she tried hard not to raise her eyebrows. This woman certainly took pride in what she had. Her mom also wore a fur coat which made Katy want to burn it. Who could honestly wear animals on themselves? Myka’s mom most certainly did and Katy knew right away she wasn’t going to like this woman. A mother who treated their daughter like that and wore animals made it all right for Katy too hate her. Well, Myka hated her mother so that also made it right for Katy too as well. Katy’s gaze soon fell upon the older man that stood behind the woman. He looked exactly like Myka but his eyes shined many different things. Looking down at the ground she soon felt the older girl took her hand leading her to the end of the stairs. Katy’s whole body was trembling as she felt Myka grasp on her hand and then told her to head up to Myka’s bedroom and lock the door. Nodding her head the instructions she let the older girl kiss her before bounding up the stairs as fast as she could. Quickly opening the door, she closed it shut while turning the knob of the lock as it locked into place. Leaning up against the door, Katy slowly slid down to the ground. Her heart was beating at least a million miles a second, but one question flashed through her mind. What was going too happen to Myka?

Closing her eyes shut until her heart rate slowed down Katy stood up from the ground. Hearing the words tongue Katy felt a blush rise in her check. This was most certainly embarrassing having parents walk in on you while making out. Running her fingers through her hair Katy turned around to stare at the door knob. Maybe she should go see if Myka was alright? She was about to reach out for it until the words busty breasts filled the air. Katy tried hard not to laugh, but could picture Myka making fun of her mother’s breasts. Running her fingers through her hair a sigh of relief washed through her. It sounded like Myka was handling the situation quite perfectly. Turning around Katy looked around the room. Katy wished she had a bathroom in her bedroom. It was horrible cleaning the toilets if you shared them with men. Gagging at the thought she headed down the large walk in closet to look at the different clothes Myka wore. Her hands glided over the fine materials finally landing on the jackets. Her eyes than caught a large velvet shoe box with glitter word Crystal on it. Curiosity overwhelmed her as she debated whether or not to look in the box. Katy stared at it for a few seconds before taking it off the shelf.

Her hand glided over the smooth, soft material as she set it down on the free space of a desk. Taking the lid off the shoebox, she set it aside carefully letters catching her eyes. Setting the letters aside she saw various items. A small smile appeared on her face as she took out an old fashioned styled perfume bottle. Sniffing it she set it down as well while looking through the other things. The next thing to come out was a satin high heel but she soon set it aside as well before looking through the photos. It was pictures of a very short, skinny red head. Pulling at a loose red curl of her hair Katy smiled. Myka did like red heads. The pictures made Katy smile but what did these things mean? Hearing the loud words ill and than a knock at the door Katy began to franticly put everything back. Setting the lid back down on the box she headed toward the door unlocking it and opening it. “Looks like you came back in one piece.”

[Myka Young R6]

Myka’s anger surged through her as her mother continued to mutter about her being ill. Her normally crystal blue eyes lit up with anger and hatred that they almost turned a dark navy blue. “Think what you want, mother, but I’m not ill and nothing can change the way I am. I’ve been this way for years now, and honestly if you think you can change me… you’re a little bit late.” Myka stood there for a moment and then nearly lunged past them and ran up the stairs. Ignoring her mother’s screams and her father’s calling of her name. She went to open her door but found it locked. A small grin crossed her face before she lifted up her hand and knocked. There were some sounds that made Myka raise her eyebrow and then the door swung open to reveal Katy. Myka smiled and stepped inside, closed the door behind her and locked it again. She was about to reply to Katy’s remark when she smelt a familiar scent in the air.

“Yeah, I barely scraped by, though…” Myka made her way to the closet and looked at the black box. She smiled and picked it up before turning around and heading back into her room. She pulled Katy to the bed and set the box in between them. She was sitting Indian style and facing Katy, the box was the only thing separating them. “I see you’ve been through my things.” She accused lightly, but the glimmer in her eye told her friend that she wasn’t angry. “I suppose I should have just thrown all these things away, but I couldn’t bring myself to it. It has a lot of history, you know?” Myka opened the box and pulled out the perfume bottle. She smiled and sprayed a bit in the air. “She wore this every day. I would hug her just to smell it on her. After awhile she caught on to my scheme and bought me my own bottle. It wasn’t the same, though. It was her scent. Not the perfume.”

She set the bottle on the bed beside her and then pulled out the shoe. The night Myka had gotten the shoe flooded back into her mind and a big smile crossed her face. “I snuck out one night with her. She threw this at my window. Nearly broke it too, but luckily it didn’t even crack. She wanted it back but we couldn’t find it. She went barefoot that whole night and by the time we returned home it was too late or early to look for it. The next day I found it in the rose bushes.” Myka set that beside the perfume bottle and pulled out the pictures. She flipped through them and then set them aside, figuring they were pretty much self explanatory. When she came to the letters, Myka’s eyes teared up slightly and she shook her head to get rid of them. “She wrote me everyday for a year, and then one day she stopped writing. I continued to write, but she never replied. Until one day she wrote me and told me to stop writing. She fell in love with someone else. A man named Levi. I remember that night I cried more than I had ever cried before.” Myka set the letters back into the box and then put everything else back in it. She closed the lid and then slid the box to the right so nothing was in between the two girls now.

She looked at Katy and then smiled. “I guess you could say she’s the reason I don’t do relationships anymore.” She paused and then looked down at her nails, “Well, didn’t do.” Slowly, her gaze lifted, “For some reason, now I want a relationship more than ever before.”

[katy]

Katy bit the side of checks her eyes watching Myka as she went into the closet. Why was Katy always so curious about things? Well, she did kind of have a right to look into the box after all. Sighing as her friend was heading back toward her with the box in hand, Katy was ready to apologize. "Look, I'm really so-" she said stopping at the familiar playful glint in Myka's eyes. Tilting her head to the side as Myka led her to the bed, she took a seat still rather confused on the whole situation. Tucking her legs under her, Katy stared at the black velvet box as Myka began to explain everything about it. First thing was first, the perfume bottle. The sweet smell of roses reached her nose as Myka sprayed a little in the air. It smelled of summer time to Katy as she listened to the story behind the first item about how the perfume was worn by the Crystal girl. Katy could understand why Myka wanted to hug the girl so much. The fragrance smelled so sweet and filled you with warmth inside. Opening her eyes as Myka held up the black satin shoe, Katy laughed softly at the story. That would most certainly be a hard story to cover up to your parents if the window had broken. Katy would just merely tell her father that it was a secret admirer trying to kidnap her and he wouldn’t ask anymore questions. When Katy saw the smile of the memories on her friends face, it brought a smile to her own.

The smile son faded as she saw Myka’s blue eyes glaze over with sadness. Staring down at the letters she listened as the older girl explained. Crystal had written to Myka everyday but stopped and finally told her friend that she was with someone else, a boy for the matter. Reaching out a hand to touch Myka’s Katy offered a sincere smile. “Thank you for sharing this to me…I would spend the rest of my unwelcome stay here wondering what this box meant.” Putting everything back inside neatly Katy slid the lid over it, as smile never fading her lips. “It’s hard to relive your past especially the sad ones,” she said standing up from the bed with the box still in her hands. “I don’t want you to throw this away. I would never ask you too do something you wouldn’t want to do…and it’s hard to let go of some things,” she said this softly while walking back into the walk in closet. Putting the show box where it belonged, Katy made her way back toward the bed. “Well it looks like you and Kristine will be a lovely couple! I’ll make sure to buy you a muzzle,” Katy said joking hoping to lighten to mood in the room.

Sitting back down on the bed behind Myka, Katy wrapped her arms around the older girl’s waist. Resting the side of her check against Myka’s Katy closed her eyes. “I don’t know anybody else I would rather spend this night with than you.” Smiling at her words she nuzzled her nose against the older girl’s neck. “I think you can trust me about going off with some boy. After al, boys have cooties and they’re not all they perk up to be. And being with a girl makes your fashion wardrobe a whole lot bigger.”

[Myka Young R6]

Myka shrugged slightly as she watched Katy put the box back into the closet. Sometimes she felt guilty for having it in her closet, because she knew she shouldn’t be hanging on. Maybe she thought Crystal would come back. No. Deep down, Myka knew that would never happen. She was probably off somewhere with Levi. She was probably very happy. Besides, would you want her to come back? And if she did, would you go with her? Or does your heart belong somewhere else? She closed her eyes and shoved the thoughts from her mind. She didn’t open her eyes again until she felt Katy’s arms around her waist. Smiling softly, Myka moved her hands and covered Katy’s with hers, before leaning against her and breathing in deeply. The scent of Crystal’s perfume mixed in with Katy and created a heavenly blend. She could barely hear her talking, but she did hear Kristine and muzzle. A laughing smile brightened her face and she held onto Katy’s hand tightly as the younger girl continued to talk.

Katy turned her conversation to boys, and Myka actually did laugh when she said they had cooties. But her mind was still locked on the soft words Katy had spoken about spending the evening with her. Drawing circles on the back of Katy’s hand, Myka continued to listen until Katy seemed to be finished. “I’m glad you feel that you can be here. Even if my parents do feel you’re unwelcome. If we need to, we can stay at a hotel. I have more than enough money.” Myka smiled at the thought and then turned so she could look up at Katy. “I actually think I would be more comfortable doing that anyway. Tomorrow is Christmas, though, so my parents wouldn’t be too happy about it. I doubt they would be happy about anything at the moment though.” Myka’s eyes dimmed slightly before she stood and pulled Katy with her. They stood in the center of Myka’s room a moment before Myka moved to start packing some things. That’s when they heard a crash downstairs and then Mariah’s yelling; “She needs professional help, Logan, why can’t you see that?!” “Because my daughter is not ill! She’s healthy and happy and if being with another woman makes her happy, I’m not going to stand in the way!”

Myka winced, though she felt love for her father. “C’mon, before things get too nasty.” She pulled out two duffel bags and started to throw random clothes in there. She even threw Katy’s wet ones in there. She placed all the necessities for about two days beside the clothes and made sure she had enough money. Zipping up the duffel bags, she threw one to Katy and then opened the window by her vanity table. She dropped the duffel bag out and then straddled the window sill. “I’m going to help you out first and then follow down, that’s assuming you want to join me.”

[katy]

Katy's lips curled into a soft smile as she felt Myka's hands cover her own while leaning back. She sighed contently smelling the sweet smell of Myka’s hair. The smell would most likely always stay in Katy’s memory. Since the smell of her father was planted in her nose, Myka’s would be also. Her smile grew a size feeling the older girl’s hand making circles on her palm. Katy kept her hand still, enjoying the soft feeling of their hands together. Normally when anybody tried to do anything to her hands, Katy would just laugh, but it was different with Myka’s. Somehow Myka’s touch was more relaxing than ticklish. Maybe because the older girl was so gentle with her and the fact that Katy loved how their hands fit together so perfectly. There was silence between them leaving time for Katy’s mind to wonder back to the whole boy cootie thing. She remembered trying to date Aiden, but it didn’t work out. He actually got the crazy idea that he turned Katy gay, but that wasn’t true. She was just confused on what she wanted out of relationships and if she liked girls or boys. That soon was answered over the summer and now she was there with Myka, someone who she really cared about.

Listening to the idea of staying in a hotel, Katy’s eyes snapped open. Before she could even have time to process the idea, Myka had pulled her up from the bed beginning to pack. Staring dumbfounded at the two duffle bags she waited for her friend to say just kidding. Watching as the girl filled the bags with clothes and other items, Katy was still waiting for Myka to just smile and laugh as if it were all a big joke. Turning her head in the direction of the shouts Katy sighed. She created this whole big mess. Sometimes Katy wished she had some kind of device that could turn back time. There were many wizard items like that, but you had to be approved by the Ministry to use it. Katy was soon knocked out of her thoughts as Myka threw one of the duffle bags her way. Holding on tight she raised her eyebrows at her friend. “Do you not know any of my fears?” she asked imaging falling from two sorties, landing on the ground hard. “I’m afraid of falling of high heights!”

Hearing even more shouts coming from down stairs, Katy nodded her head quickly. Throwing the bag out the window she looked sideways at Myka, “What are we waiting for? All the good hotels would be taken this time of season.” Smiling at Myka, she took the girls hand. “If I become a human pancake your becoming one too.”

[Myka Young R6]

Myka swung her right leg, the one that was outside the window, back and forth as she listened to Katy speak of her fear of heights. Myka smiled and pulled Katy to her. “I won’t let you fall, I promise.” She squeezed Katy’s hand in a reassuring way. “Besides, you’d you make a beautiful human pancake...” Myka smiled sheepishly and raised her free hand to brush a strand of red hair out of Katy’s eyes. She kept her cheek there for a moment and then pulled her hand away. She smiled brightly when Katy threw the bag out the window as well. “Good, now, the trick is to follow the vine down past the kitchen door. You’ll be able to jump from there; it’s only a few feet high.” She pulled Katy to the window sill, so she was sitting across from her. Then grabbing the window, Myka leaned out and motioned for Katy to do the same. “See that vine? Just follow it down. It’s strong enough to hold you,” She looked at Katy and smiled, “Just don’t look down.” Myka stood from the window and got on her knees beside Katy.

There was a rattle outside her door, and then Mariah’s voice. Myka bit her lip and then turned to look at Katy again. “Go on, I’ll be following.” As Katy started to go, Myka grabbed her arm and pulled her to her again. She planted a long kiss on Katy’s lips. The kiss lasted for about thirty seconds and then Myka pulled away and nodded toward the window. Katy slipped out and then Myka quickly followed. She was close behind Katy the whole time and she landed on her feet beside Katy. Picking up her and Katy’s duffle bag, she put them over her right shoulder and then grabbed Katy’s hand with her left hand. She led her to the garage and opened the door. There were three cars, and Myka had the keys to hers. A car she had yet to receive because she hadn’t her license yet. She opened the door to the blue car and threw the bags into the backseat. Myka stuck the keys into the ignition and turned it, the car started.

“Get in. We have to go.”

[katy]

Katy grinned as Myka said that she would look like a beautiful human pancake. Her red hair could be the strawberry chucks or filling inside. Strawberry pancakes? She had to try that sometime. Smirking at her friend she soon began to smile as Myka moved away a strand of Katy's hair away from her eyes. "You really think I would make a beautiful pancake? You see I have this theory that my red hair can be mistaken as strawberry filling and then all you have to do is put syrup on me and set me on a plate, and then I'm ready to be served!" Lifting her leg over the sill, Katy held on tight to the wall looking down where the vine was. Glance sideways toward Myka she raised her eyebrow. That little vine was going to hold her weight? It was a good thing she didn’t have Christmas Eve dinner. Sitting down on the window sill she continued to look down the vine. “Are you sure it won’t just break? It doesn’t look strong enough to have both of us gone down at once?” Katy asked imaging it just snapping in half and the both of them falling to the ground. Well, maybe Katy could just land on Myka and it wouldn’t be that bad.

Hearing the door rattling Katy stared at it hearing the familiar sound of Myka’s mother. Katy would expect to see it blown open or the simple spell of unlocking locks. Nodding her head while biting down on her lip she swung her other leg over the side. She was about to make her way toward the vine when Myka grabbed her arm. Gasping as Katy held onto her friend her eyes closed as a pair of lips brushed against her. Kissing Myka back for a couple more moments they parted and Katy slid down the down. Not daring to look down, Katy held onto the vine for dear life while trying to go as fast as she could. Jumping from the wall and landing on the ground Katy turned toward Myka who jumped down next to her. Following behind the girl to the garage, she stared at the blue car. Who was going to drive? Watching as Myka stepped inside of the driver’s seat while turning on the engine Katy stood frozen where she was. “Myka Young! Are you trying to get me killed this night? Do you even know how to drive?”

Standing her ground for a few moments her blue eyes stared at Myka. Gasping as the car was pulled in reverse, Katy called out to her friend. “Wait up!” Pulling open the door to the passenger side seat, she took a seat while buckling the seat belt. “I hope you have life insurance and a license….Its a good thing I like you this much.”

[Myka Young R6]

She didn’t respond to Katy’s questions. She just sat there and stared at her. Myka saw the flicker of concern on Katy’s face before the girl even said or did anything. She shrugged and shut her door, starting to back out of the garage. It was only milliseconds after Myka had started to back out that Katy got in and closed her door. Myka grinned wildly, “I don’t have either actually, but I figure it isn’t too hard to drive.” She left the garage and the driveway and soon they were on the road. Once Myka was driving steadily, she slid her hand over and grabbed Katy’s, lacing her fingers with the younger girl’s. Myka had learnt how to drive a couple of years back, but she had never put it to the test when she was able to. Myka kept her eyes on the road, searching for signs for any hotels.

She squeezed Katy’s hand and let out a small sigh, “My mum wasn’t always that way. She used to be so much fun. I guess… when I started to become my own person, she started to dislike that. I’m the only child, so I have a lot more pressure and I am the only one left in the Young family. So if I don’t have kids, the Young name stops with me unless my parents have another child, and I don’t think they will.” Myka looked at Katy and smiled before spotting a sign for a well known hotel and turning off to the exit. She let go of Katy’s hands and put them on the steering wheel as she made her way to the parking lot of the hotel. She parked the car and then turned it off, “You can come in with me or wait here. Actually, wait here.” Myka unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.

She entered the hotel lobby and made her way to the counter, there she rung the bell. A woman appeared and smiled. “Hi, I need a room for tonight and possibly tomorrow night.” The woman nodded and typed something in on her computer, “Number of beds?” Myka bit down on her lower lip. Would it be too forward to only get one? “Two full sized beds, please.” The woman nodded again and punched that in on her computer. She gave Myka two keys and Myka gave her the amount due. She then left the lobby and reached the car. Dangling the key in front of the car window next to Katy, she grinned. Katy opened the door and got out and started to reach for the key, but Myka pulled it up higher. Katy reached for the key again but Myka held it higher and then bent down, planting a swift kiss on Katy’s lips. Then she dropped the key into Katy’s outstretched hand and reached behind her to unlock the backseat door.

Once they had everything, they made their way into the hotel room. They were on the fifth floor in room 515. Myka unlocked the room and was shocked at how big the room was. The two beds were on opposite sides of the room with the ends facing each other. There was a big television on the stand by the window and two dressers, one by each of the beds. There was a separate bathroom and that was large as well with a big Jacuzzi hot tub. Myka grinned and shut the door after Katy had entered. She set her duffle bag down beside a chair that was set around a table. “Well, we lucked out, didn’t we?”

[katy]

Katy turned her head to the side, her blue eyes staring at Myka. The car rolled forward at a steady speed and didn’t seem to be stopping constantly. That was exactly how Katy drove and almost made her brother have a heart attack at the age of twenty six. Maybe that was why her father tried to avoid going in the car with Katy. Sighing as she looked back to the road, a smile curled on her lips as she felt Myka’s hand lace with her own. Resting her elbow on the window and leaned her head against her palm, Katy’s hand subconsciously began to twirl with her hair. It was a habit that Katy could never really control and she loved the feeling of her hair in between her fingers. When Myka began to talk about her mom, Katy turned her head in her friend’s direction listening to everything she had to say. When she stopped there was silence between them her mind racing on what to say. “I don’t think your mom has thought this over Myka. You can still have a child if you want,” Katy began her finger still twirling her red hair in circles. “One, you can have a guy friend...you know,” she stopped for a brief second knowing that the girl meant by what she said. “Two you can become a science experiment or three you can adopt.”

Laughing at her options she wiggled her right hand slightly that was still in Myka’s. “I know how you feel sort of. My mom doesn’t know I’m gay, or even know anything anymore about me. But Christmas was always a happy time when she was still home.” Looking out the window as memories began to flow through her mind, Katy closed her eyes trying to stop them from coming. “This most certainly has to be the best Christmas ever. We should do this a lot more often.” Grinning at her words Katy looked ahead noticing that Myka had let go of her own. The car drove into the hotel parking lot stopping in a free parking space. Nodding her head as Myka left the car she watched as the older girl entered the hotel. Sighing she leaned her head against the window closing her eyes. The air in the car was starting to get a bit cold from the weather outside, but Katy’s mind was still on whether or not there were any rooms left.

Her worries were soon when she saw Myka dangling the room keys by her window. Grinning, Katy got out of the car reaching out for her key when Myka pulled it up higher. Stretching her hand up higher in the air to reach it, she laughed as the girl dropped a kiss on her lips. Taking the keys in her hand she took one of the duffle bags from Myka’s arms and followed her friend into the hotel. The two went up the elevator to the fifth floor then down the hallway to their room. Katy felt her stomach churn as Myka opened the door to the room. Hearing the clicking nose and the green light appear they finally entered. Grinning at the size and luxury at how everything looked, Katy set the bag down by the bed closed to the window. Turning around to face Myka she grinned at her friend. “I can’t believe we actually got a room!” Hugging the girl and dropping a sweet kiss on her lips, Katy turned back around before jumping head first onto the bed. It shook at her wait as her head was buried into the pillows. Smelling the sweet smell of clean sheets she turned back on her back, resting her hands on top of each other on her stomach. “What ever shall we do first?”

[Myka Young R6]

Myka leaned against the wall as Katy looked around the room. Her eyes never left Katy and for a moment, Myka stopped breathing. The world stood still and it was as if she were seeing Katy for the first time. When Katy pulled Myka into a hug, it took her a moment. When Katy kissed her quickly, Myka was fully back in the room, though her heart was still pounding. A happy smile lit up her face as Katy collapsed onto the bed nearest the window. Myka stood there for a moment after Katy asked what they should do first, and then she took a running start and jumped on the bed. She landed right next to Katy and laughed. “Well, we can order movies from the telly. We could call room service. We could go swimming. We could go to the stars.” Myka turned on her back and stared up at the ceiling. What was so different about the way she saw Katy two seconds ago and how she saw Katy a month ago? Myka didn’t want to get a headache, so she pushed it from her mind and looked at her friend.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. I’m going to call for room service. Why don’t you see what we can order on the telly while I do it?” Myka leaned over and kissed Katy’s cheek before reaching across her and grabbing the phone. The curly cord stretched over Katy so she had to wiggle under it to get to the television. Myka punched ‘0’ for the lobby and she ordered a little bit of everything and some champagne. When she hung up the phone she walked over to Katy and slipped her arms around her waist, leaning her chin on her shoulder. She watched the screen, “Hey, what about that? ‘Lost and Delirious’? What’s it about?” Myka read through the description and shrugged, “Sounds good. Go ahead and order it.” She unlatched from Katy and then pulled the girl next to her on the other bed. As the movie began, Myka started to play with Katy’s hair, pulling it into a pony tail and then into a braid.

“I love your hair. It’s nothing like mine. Mine will only style it if I do it with all these products, but you just have to run a brush through it and pull it up and you’re fine. I envy you.” Myka smiled and tucked some strands behind Katy’s right ear. “And I love your ears. Because they’re the perfect ear shape, not too square but not too oval either. Just perfect.” She flicked the earlobe with her finger and laughed lightly. But most of all I love you. Sighing, Myka stood from the bed and went to her duffle bag where she pulled out some pajamas. She slipped into the bathroom and changed her clothes, washed off her make up, and ran a brush through her hair. She re-emerged and the room service had already arrived. “Ooh,” Myka exclaimed as she lifted her left leg behind her and pulled a fuzzy off the bottom of her foot. “Smells heavenly.”