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Deacon isn’t stupid. Ok, maybe he feels like he is losing brain cells when it comes to his cousin and how he acts, but that’s besides the point.
Except, he feels like he has been a little stupid, especially recently…
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“Chase! Get down here!” Deacon called from the staircase, “Buddy will have our heads if we are late.” Well, maybe not Chase’s head, but definitely his. He shuttered at the thought.
Chase came bounding down the stairs, a faint smell of cologne trailing him as he walked. Deacon had stopped asking when it came to Chase and his decisions.
“Come on DORKIN,” Deacon hated that nickname, “we’ll be late!” Chase called from up ahead.
Ok, now that was weird. Chase never cares about not being late for a scene, in fact, he used to complain about going to scenes and about Buddy. But recently, ever since the Cinderella book from hell really, he had been acting weirder. Deacon says weirder since Chase is already a little odd, in a good way of course, but still, the guy has his quirks.
When Deacon had started doing books, Buddy was always on their asses, too.
Something big had changed during the Cinderella book. Something that Deacon was left out of. (Probably because he was dead… book dead? He didn’t know what had happened to him and Prunella during that book, okay?)
He ponders the term for what happened in the book he died in while he and Chase walk to the scene… At least he is walking, Chase is bounding. He lands on rejuvenation as to what happened in the book, as they approach the place Buddy is supposed to be.
Deacon grumbled as he realized that Buddy hadn't shown up for the book again. In the place the goth was supposed to be, a thin woman steps from the shadows. The freckled man turned to Chase, who looked crestfallen to find that the pale boy wasn’t there.
“Welp. I guess we are doing this book without Buddy. Again,” Deacon was annoyed. Really annoyed. Buddy hadn’t shown up for the book once; and that was right after the train-wreck of a waterlogged book. He hated it when Buddy was there, because he made it so difficult for them to not fight, and he got on Deacon’s nerves, but he also kept Chase on track for the book, though he still didn’t gain much narration.
“What? But…,” Chase trailed off, not knowing what to say, and staring at the wavy haired blond woman, who couldn’t look like Buddy if you popped your eyes out and squinted. (Deacon also didn’t know how that would be possible, but it was still true.) She looked like a female version of Chase if he was honest. Just with… large deer antlers (weren’t female deer not supposed to have antlers?)
Deacon turned to leave, since the villainess had already recited her monologue and it was time for his character and Chase’s to leave to get to the next scene. A light flashed behind him and when he turned Buddy was standing in the place the blonde woman had been.
Deacon looked to Chase, who had stars in his eyes, or were they hearts? Whatever they were, they weren’t something you should look at your rival with.
“Buddy! You came,” Chase jumped at Buddy as he said this, seemingly to hug… or do something else, but probably remembered that Deacon was with them and stopped halfway, giving him an awkward wave instead.
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If Deacon wasn’t standing right here, Chase would kiss Buddy until he fell over, which would happen pretty quickly with how easily the goth got flustered, but still. Chase willed Deacon away so he could do that, staring intently at Buddy.
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Deacon left, shutting the door behind him, and heard a muffled thump in the room he just left. He thinks that that was Buddy, back to tormenting Chase. He sighs and walks away, he doesn’t want to deal with their fighting right now, so he moves on to the scene Chase is supposed to be, but for some reason (probably Buddy being an ass again) he isn’t there, so Deacon made some lazy excuse to condone his cousin’s absence.
When Chase did get to the room, his hair was a little messy, and his cheeks were flushed.
Damn, Deacon thought, Buddy must have really embarrassed him if he’s that annoyed. Chase had a grumpy expression on his face, staring at the prince that he was forced into a conversation with as if he had burnt down his house, then spit on the ashes.
Deacon, in fact, failed to notice Buddy, also sneaking into the room, and approaching him.
“Hello Freckles,” Buddy said, his tone disappointed and annoyed. Deacon yelped, as he got fucking jumpscared by what could have been a ghost.
“Jesus Buddy, you scared me,” Deacon turned to see the equally messy Buddy, his hair ruffled and not neatly kept as Violet usually styled it. Deacon swore that it was very neat earlier… Who knows, he doesn’t pay much attention to Buddy if he can help it.
Buddy smoothed down his hair, face also resetting into a more neutral position, though he still looked a little frazzled. Buddy turned towards the prince, staring daggers at the back of his head. If looks could kill, Deacon thought, then that prince would be almost to the core of the Earth by now.
Deacon’s gaze caught on the other side of the room, where a pretty girl was walking in, she was holding a book in her hand. Deacon wanted so badly to talk to her about the book, but alas. They were also in a different world, it wasn’t like this could go anywhere.
Deacon turned towards Buddy who was still trying to kill the prince with mean looks.
“Buddy,” Deacon said, knocking the other boy out of his thoughts, “You know that you are supposed to go over to the prince and Chase now, right? You still have your poison attempt to get through too.”
Buddy quickly realized his mistake, walking swiftly towards Chase, and the prince, Deacon guessed, though it looked like the other boy's gaze was more fixated on his cousin.
That’s odd, Deacon wondered to himself, Buddy never misses a cue; he usually has to remind me, not the other way around…
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Deacon appeared out of the book, Bronze landing next to it with a thunk, along with his sister, Silver. Her keyholder, Chase, materialized beside Deacon. Prunella, who was sitting in the corner, looked bored out of her mind, Goldie resting on her shoulder.
“Gosh,” Prunella stated egregiously, “I never thought you would take bloody AGES.”
“Deacon and I didn’t take that much time, our story was just longer than yours,” Chase said, very matter-of-factly.
“It just took a little longer because Buddy decided to have some scuffle with Chase,” Deacon said, gaining a raised eyebrow from Bronze and Prunella. Silver and Goldie laughed together about something, Silver being a bit more discrete about it than Goldie, who was doing a full on belly-laugh.
“What?” Deacon bristled, there was something he wasn’t understanding and everyone else except him knew about.
Chase stared in astonishment at Deacon, who was still not understanding the point of the laughter. Chase’s hand struck his forehead, it was so hard that a red mark formed there.
“Guys, what am I not getting,” Deacon asked, still dumbfounded at why people looked like he was supposed to be in on something that he most definitely was not.
Prunella, the only kind one in the room as it seemed, stepped forward and with a very straight face told him, “ Chase and Buddy are dating, idiot. Even an eight-year-old could figure it out without having to have it spelled out for them.”
HUH?!
The End