it was the weekend and i was off to grandmas house.
considering it was Sunday and i couldn't very well imagine going any place else i was on my way to pay grandma a little visit. i took Tobys advice and made a day of it. i figured spending time with my favorite person in the world would be good for me.
though i didn't expect for Wesley to volunteer and come with. i'd agreed to it only because i knew they would get along. plus they were both very special to me and i thought it was about time for them to meet and get to know one another.
instead of taking a cab i'd foolishly decided to talk Wesley into a small tour on foot. it was quite a trek but thankfully wesley's attitude made it a pleasant distraction from thoughts of Toby.
"i didn't know you were from this town." wesley says looking around at the quaint unremarkable buildings. it was no Stark House that was for sure.
here people shoveled their own snow and butchered their own meat to last until spring when mornings were brighter and longer. by this time the weather was severely messing with their heads. days were short and mostly dark. this side of the continent was no island paradise.
i grimace. "i'm not." i tell him. did i mention my family was dysfunctional? i snorted. "i grew up next town over. it's a good distance to the resort where my grandma lives." i explain.
my mom chose the farthest place away from her mom that she could afford. it was just my darn luck that a trip to grandmas was twenty minutes without traffic going by car.
the best way to get back at mom was to go there. but mostly i was attached to grandma as she was to me.
"wow." Wesley kicks a small pebble and whistles a fetching tune. "i don't believe I've ever been this way before." he says humming out loud.
the scenery was nice to look at if people could stand fake cactus plants and rock cliffs for benches.
i laugh knowing it was unusual to have a roasted peanut stand all year round even in the snow. but residents liked it. heck, they came around for a bag of hot nuts a few times a day.
i think its safe to say that when you grow up in the mountains you get used to the cold.
"yeah." i muse out loud. "many generations have lived on this here resort. tourists wouldn't know how to find it." i tell him.
after my sister became the custody of the ward my grandma and mom packed us up and we just drove. for miles we saw nothing but giant trees. grandma found the resort by chance.
"i like it." wesley makes a point to look around. it made me feel happy to have brought him.
-i supposed him accompanying me was good for the both of us. i could only imagine how distraught wesley was after finding masons body in the woods like that.
i kept conversation light steering clear of all reminders of mason.
"it's got heritage. you don't see that too often." the manner in which wesley spoke about the place i grew up in was sincere.
he wasn't haughty and antisocial unlike toby.
i didn't know how but wesley seemed to let go for a bit. he didn't let his his broken heart ruin our day. considering the state in which our lives were turning it didn't mean we couldn't have a little fun in between trying to stay alive.
who knows maybe wesley was undergoing a change of perspective and wanted to be friends with me again. whatever the reason wesley was accompanying me i was just glad to have him around.
"well its not Reviere Bay." most of the kids at stark house originated from wealthy families. I used Reviere Bay as a reference because only the privileged lived in that particular area.
"No. it sure isn't." wesley says whimsically.
we both laugh at the irony of my remark.
"wait till you meet my grandmother." i tell him jokingly as i poke him on the shoulder.
the look on wesleys face was priceless. "you don't think she'll like me?" he asks bewildered.
i smile at him. "just keep away from millie." i joke using the name of my invisible friend to freak him out a little. really i wanted to see the big bad angel ruffled.
"Who's millie?" he asks seemingly disturbed
I ignore his question and knock on the door and waited until a familiar voice greeted me from inside.
grandma opens the door and grabs me in a bear-like hug.
mmmm. hints of rich cinnamon, aromatic vanilla and butter wafted up my nostrils. grandma liked to bake and so she always smelled of rich butter and heavenly sugar.
"Aislin, honey, is that you?" she gushes playing with my scarf.
i laugh stepping inside the house behind her."im sorry that i didn't tell you i was stopping by."
"nonsense." she says waving her hand in the air as if the mere physical act erased my apology. thick heavy bangles around her wrist clicking with a dull 'chink'. "well, come on in. Don't stand on the doorstep like a stranger." she makes room in the hallway.
"grandma this is my friend i told you about, wesley." i introduced them.
"oohh i love your hair." grandmother smiles prettily at him.
i grin knowing that my plan to bring Wesley paid off handsomely.
in a jiffy grandma proceeds to escort us through the entryway into the main focal point of the house. the living room. it was spacious and filled with new home improvement decorations.
on her spare time grandmother enjoyed a little do it yourself project. or as she called it her exercise.
while grandma answered a phone call i eased my conscious by making sure that Wesley remained true to our deal.
"i'll do whatever you say but we keep my grandmother out of it." i didn't want her getting involved. even if i wasn't the destroyer i was at least part angel. this was my world whether i wanted to have it or not. "and no persuasion i don't want her mind turning to jello for godsakes."
while standing next to Wesley at the end of the hall i keep my sights on grandma never taking my eyes off her. apparently there was a call to confirm if she still wanted a new shipment of preserves next weekend.
if it were any other day i would've taken over the phone and asked the man on the other side how things were going.
-i didn't like many people and i liked him.
regrettably this wasn't a social call as hanging out with grandma normally would have been. i wasn't here just to pig out and talk. without trying to wesley convinced me into bringing him with for none other than angel business.
i wasn't just mad and frustrated at him for taking advantage of the convenience of it all. it seemed kira had her hand in this little plan to get aislin out of stark house as well.
Wesley had charm pat down that much i could say was a good thing because for his plan to go off without a hitch i needed him to do his magic. i knew he would be able to entertain my grandmother while i was gone; it only needed to work at least for a little while.
"you remember the plan?" he asks after promising that he would not tell her anything about the supernatural.
i nod my head. "i just hope it works." i whisper feeling hyper.
it didn't help that i was virtually no good at lying just to stay out of trouble. i couldn't tell him that i wasn't sure if i could do it. that little tid bit would have just been pointless.
when i say wesley asked if he could come along for the ride i mean that he tracked me down in my dorm room and 'persuaded' me the benefits of stealing something precious from my grandma. i couldn't blame anyone else but myself.
in truth i was the one who'd told him about it.
"don't worry." wesley muttered close by me. he didn't seem bothered. as a matter of fact he was practically serene. in this moment nothing could make him clam up with fear.
"it will work." wesle said under his breath. he put his hand behind my back and put on a smile when grandma looked over at us. "i'll keep her occupied while you do exactly as i told you to."
wesley puts on a convincingly wide smile as he follows grandmother claiming that i was in the bathroom washing up.
pfft. i grinned and got ready for grandma to grill him and when she didn't i felt puzzled and let down.
i mean when has she ever heard me say that i needed to powder my cheeks!? hell i didn't even wear makeup!!
i felt stumped when grandma didn't question him any further. judging by her general reaction i couldn't tell if she knew he was telling a convincing lie. generally speaking grandma could never be fooled.
as a little one it was impossible for me to ever get one over on her. it was so easy lying to her but that didn't mean i enjoyed it.
"perfect that gives us time to be acquainted with each other." i overhear her gush to wesley.
i waited until grandma moved from the hall and to the kitchen while welsey followed right behind her. as expected he conveniently maintained an easy flow of conversation about his parents and painted a pretty picture of what his childhood was like.
once i was in the clear i quickly get what i needed from grandmothers room but not before i closed the bathroom door just in case. i couldn't be too careful.
tentatively i open the door to her bedroom
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