Autumn
Popcorn Connoisseur
(Sisterrc)
Andromeda's blue eyes, the color of a spring lighted by the summer sun, flashed quickly from left to right as she skimmed the information, words on the luminescent screen in front of her reflected in those eyes. She must have been sitting there forever and, for what seemed like the hundredth time, Andi raked her hands through her hair in an agitated manner. Nothing was coming up in her searches. She was no good at finding jobs, she decided. She couldn't differentiate between coincidence and paranormal happenings like her mother had been able to. Andi stood suddenly, causing the chair behind her to topple over and hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud. Taking a shaky breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, she reached down, righting the chair, before she walked over and flopped on one of the two queen-sized beds that filled the hotel room they had been calling home for two days now. Her curly, chestnut hair spilled around her like waves as she laid there silently except for her steady breathing.
Tripp tore his cognac eyes from the newspaper he had been leafing through to watch Andi's dramatic performance. The sable-haired man sighed in frustration, carefully folding the newspaper and laying it over his knee before speaking. "You know, if you need help, you could always ask," he said matter-of-factly, his deep voce reverberating through the small space. Andi rolled onto her side, sticking her tongue out at him childishly before rolling onto her back and rocking into a sitting position on the bed, her legs crossed neatly before her. Tripp was well aware that Andi hated asking for anything that resembled help. He stood fluidly and crossed the small distance to the recently vacated chair, sinking into the wooden chair that looked like it belonged at a dining table. Resting his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his entwined hands, Tripp began to read through the articles Andi had pulled up on their trusty laptop.
Since their mother had died, Andi had felt this overwhelming responsibility to do everything that she had done: she needed to be a mother for Gigi, she needed to be a seer, she needed to be able to take down paranormal spirits, and she needed to be able to find the stories that were out of the ordinary. It had definitely taken a toll on her, but she wasn't about to tell anyone. Andi needed to seem strong, her walls needed to be impenetrable. She stared blankly at Tripp, lost in thought and not really seeing him. This was all she knew, but it didn't seem like she had learned anything in all the years she had been involved in it. She still felt like an amateur. Andi pushed the worry from her mind, shaking her head like her mind was an Etch-a-Sketch and her thoughts could be erased that easily. Looking to her ruby-haired sister, Andi forced a smile onto her face. "Any odd dreams lately?" she asked, biting her lip absentmindedly. Her sister had abilities just like she did. Andi hadn't picked anything up recently, but that didn't mean Gigi hadn't seen anything. Sometimes she felt like her sister was more in tune with the psychic forces swirling around them. Of course, that could have something to do with her own inner hurricane of worries.
Looking at her sister was almost painful sometimes: she reminded her so much of their mother. Rebecca had always said Andi took after her father.
Before her mind could travel down the path it was headed, Andi was yanked back to the hotel room, any thoughts about her father disappearing in a puff of smoke, as Tripp started speaking. "I found something. It seems like there have been three unexplained disappearances in this town called Palatka. It's about four hours west of here. Police say they don't have any leads. The victims are gone, all of them disappearing while driving at night down one road in town," Tripp said, turning to look at his two female companions, an accomplished and slightly smug grin decorating his face.
"Sounds good enough for me," Andi announced, jumping up and packing their belongings that had somehow gotten scattered all around the room. She hastily and haphazardly packed and it was obvious that she was antsy and ready to be on the road and doing something productive.
Andromeda's blue eyes, the color of a spring lighted by the summer sun, flashed quickly from left to right as she skimmed the information, words on the luminescent screen in front of her reflected in those eyes. She must have been sitting there forever and, for what seemed like the hundredth time, Andi raked her hands through her hair in an agitated manner. Nothing was coming up in her searches. She was no good at finding jobs, she decided. She couldn't differentiate between coincidence and paranormal happenings like her mother had been able to. Andi stood suddenly, causing the chair behind her to topple over and hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud. Taking a shaky breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, she reached down, righting the chair, before she walked over and flopped on one of the two queen-sized beds that filled the hotel room they had been calling home for two days now. Her curly, chestnut hair spilled around her like waves as she laid there silently except for her steady breathing.
Tripp tore his cognac eyes from the newspaper he had been leafing through to watch Andi's dramatic performance. The sable-haired man sighed in frustration, carefully folding the newspaper and laying it over his knee before speaking. "You know, if you need help, you could always ask," he said matter-of-factly, his deep voce reverberating through the small space. Andi rolled onto her side, sticking her tongue out at him childishly before rolling onto her back and rocking into a sitting position on the bed, her legs crossed neatly before her. Tripp was well aware that Andi hated asking for anything that resembled help. He stood fluidly and crossed the small distance to the recently vacated chair, sinking into the wooden chair that looked like it belonged at a dining table. Resting his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his entwined hands, Tripp began to read through the articles Andi had pulled up on their trusty laptop.
Since their mother had died, Andi had felt this overwhelming responsibility to do everything that she had done: she needed to be a mother for Gigi, she needed to be a seer, she needed to be able to take down paranormal spirits, and she needed to be able to find the stories that were out of the ordinary. It had definitely taken a toll on her, but she wasn't about to tell anyone. Andi needed to seem strong, her walls needed to be impenetrable. She stared blankly at Tripp, lost in thought and not really seeing him. This was all she knew, but it didn't seem like she had learned anything in all the years she had been involved in it. She still felt like an amateur. Andi pushed the worry from her mind, shaking her head like her mind was an Etch-a-Sketch and her thoughts could be erased that easily. Looking to her ruby-haired sister, Andi forced a smile onto her face. "Any odd dreams lately?" she asked, biting her lip absentmindedly. Her sister had abilities just like she did. Andi hadn't picked anything up recently, but that didn't mean Gigi hadn't seen anything. Sometimes she felt like her sister was more in tune with the psychic forces swirling around them. Of course, that could have something to do with her own inner hurricane of worries.
Looking at her sister was almost painful sometimes: she reminded her so much of their mother. Rebecca had always said Andi took after her father.
Before her mind could travel down the path it was headed, Andi was yanked back to the hotel room, any thoughts about her father disappearing in a puff of smoke, as Tripp started speaking. "I found something. It seems like there have been three unexplained disappearances in this town called Palatka. It's about four hours west of here. Police say they don't have any leads. The victims are gone, all of them disappearing while driving at night down one road in town," Tripp said, turning to look at his two female companions, an accomplished and slightly smug grin decorating his face.
"Sounds good enough for me," Andi announced, jumping up and packing their belongings that had somehow gotten scattered all around the room. She hastily and haphazardly packed and it was obvious that she was antsy and ready to be on the road and doing something productive.