Decide Your Own Faite

Best friends, drama, plays, magic. Triple threat Cathleen is on a role in high school. She's got the lead role in a play, she's becoming popular, and her two best friends love her to death. She also was abandoned at an orphanage when she was a baby. But when her elementary school best friend returns, what will she learn about her parents and who she really is?


5. Four

"Harry, the Fighters? My parents? My protector? What are you talking about?" I stood up and began to pace. Harry stood up and put an arm out to stop me. I looked up into his eyes and I could see my reflection in them. He looked at me with sympathy, the look I hated from people the most. "Don't look at me like that. You know I hate it," I turned around and he pulled me back into a hug.
"I know this is difficult, but you need to calm down," he placed his chin on my head and I shuddered at his warmth. I calmed myself down in his embrace and slowly pulled away. He sat down on the couch once again and pulled on my arm to sit down right next to him. He put his arm around my shoulders and began his story.
"When we left five years ago, we thought you were with us. You see, this orphanage is different than other ones. Each person brought here can only pass through the doors if they are magical beings."
"You mean you're magical?" I asked quietly with my head on his chest. I didn't have to look up to know that he nodded. I could feel it.
"And Leena, so are you," he said wrapping his arm around me tighter. I could feel his body stiffen up even though he chuckled to cover it up. It seemed me being magical was not a good thing.
"We all are magical beings. Five years ago we left to start our training at the Academy. It called the Faite Academy because that's what we are: Faites."
"Fates? Like you decide your own fate?" I confusingly asked. Harry laugh outright at this and I had to take my head off his chest he was laughing so hard. I pouted at his outburst and he brushed some hair from my face as he tried to stop laughing.
"Yeah I would guess so, except our Faite is spelled f-a-i-t-e. So continuing with the story," he looked at me with a fake glare and I returned with a look of innocence. "The Faites were having serious trouble in their battles with the Fighters so they called on all the Faites that were young, so they could train them to fight. The battle was brutal. I....I hurt so many people," Harry whispered and I snuggled closer.
"'re here now. Just continue," I tried to make him lose the images I knew he was seeing. He shook his head and smiled.
"I missed you so much, Cathleen. All the fun times we had. It was weird leaving without you. When they realized you had not come, we were already through the portal. As soon as we were through, the portal closed and they didn't have the time to look for a new one. After awhile, they just forgot about you. But of course, your parents didn't; always making sure your kitchen was full of food; if you needed money, it would just show up, usually on the sidewalk or in your pocket." When he said this, I automatically thought of all the times I needed money for something and it just appeared.
"I didn't realize," I cursed all the times that I got angry at my parents for leaving me here. If I knew they had been watching over me.....I sighed. Harry squeezed my shoulders and I groaned. "So, how'd you get back if the portal closed? And I guess this means the Faites are in another dimension? And my parents; who are they? Why did they drop me off here?" Harry held up his hands.
"Woah, Leena. One question at a time. And no more answers tonight. Let's make dinner, and I'll help you with your homework. I know AP Chemistry is giving you a hard time," I pushed his chest and giggled like a school-girl.
"Ugh, fine. What would you like for dinner?" I asked pulling him up and heading in front of him to the kitchen.
"Uh-uh. There is no way I'm letting you cook for me. I lived through battles; I don't want to die from your cooking," he was clasping his chest and the proceeded to pretend to faint.
"Get up, you're making a mess. I just cleaned the house yesterday!" I mocked him, standing over him. "But you do look better down there," I laughed and reached out to pick him up. He pouted when he stood up and slouched over. He went into the kitchen and opened the pantry. I followed him in and sat at the bar.
"Your favorite is still spaghetti with Alfredo sauce right?" Harry asked coming out with a box of pasta. I nodded and smiled that he remembered. I began to think back to when we first got to know each other. Since I had grown up in the house, Harry had come in when I was about seven, and he was eight. He began to prank me all the time. I never figured out why he chose me over any of the guys or girls, but it was fun. Once he began, things just started to fall into place. We became best friends, and I have to say I missed him when he was gone. But I had moved on and met Mason and Henry. Well not really moved on, but I thought he was gone forever. Jeez, I sound like I'm in love or something. No, no, no. I am definitely not. Not with Harry! I'm not saying he's not attractive and sweet; he's just not for me! All we will ever be is best friends.
"Leena? Leena?!" Harry yelled slapping my arm. I awoke myself and glared. "I was just asking how your life was?"
"Well, firstly, I have two best friends," Harry stopped stirring the pasta and turned to me.
"Oh are they nice? Do you shop with them?" He asked tentatively. I giggled.
"Harry; they're boys, so no I don't shop with them, but they are nice," I smiled and watched Harry's smile drop a little. He turned back to his stirring.
"Oh, so you got two friends that are boys. Is one of them your boyfriend?" He said the last part just barely loud enough for me to hear.
"Nope. Both Henry and Mason are just friends. Henry has asked me out a few times," I watched him stiffen, "but, I always say no. He's just not right, plus I don't want to ruin my friendship with him." Harry smiled and returned to his old self after I said this. He poured the Alfredo sauce over our spaghetti.
"Dinner is served," he bowed and handed me a plate. I laughed at his silliness and he sat down next to me.
"Harry, where's your plate?" I asked. He pointed to the plate I had put directly in front of me.
"We're sharing. Remember how we used to do this?" He pulled the plate between us and spun some spaghetti on his fork.
"Yeah, I remember," I followed his lead and spun some of my fork. I was trying as hard as I could not to make it like that scene in Lady with A Tramp where they kissed from the spaghetti.
"I have to admit, this is probably the best Alfredo I've ever had," I said licking my lips and I pretended to bow down to him. "You are the king of Alfredo." He laughed and when I came back up he touched his face. I tilted my head at him so he just reached over and brushed some Alfredo from my lip. He smiled at me.  I smiled back. We'd never be more than friends. Never.

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