London, England

"Andrew doesn't like me talking to Daddy. He's also not used to girls, besides me," Anna-Beth explained, ignoring Andrew's annoyed glare in the rearview.

"It's not that I don't like girls," he mutters.

"Yes it is."

"No it's not, shut up!" Anna-Beth giggled, but quieted, and let him speak. He cleared his throat and sighed, "I've never paid much attention to girls, I worry too much about Anna to do anything but. So around girls who aren't her...I don't really know what to do."

"He's really sweet," Anna-Beth says, "and he's always attracted a lot of girls. It's his temper or lack of patience that chases them away."

"Oh..." In a way, Agatha figured she and Andrew had something in common. They never had much experience with the opposite gender. It sort of made her feel better, though looking at Andrew again made her blush and turn her eyes toward the window. She was not the kind of person who would talk for extended periods of time unless someone spoke directly to her. It's okay! You can handle this! Yia Yia knows you can!

((I'm thinking a relationship may form between Agatha and Andrew in the future. Wouldn't that be fun to write if it happens? XD ))

Anna-Beth studies the two, a single eyebrow raised slightly. Andrew is surely speaking to her casually, and Agatha was blushing after looking at him. She began to feel mischevious, and glanced out the window, noticing they still weren't too far from the school, and looking back down at her feet, she discovers that she'd left her bag on the bench outside.

"Andrew! Stop, we have to go back, stop, stop, stop!!" she shakes his shoulders and whimpers frantically, causing Andrew to panic slightly and swerve off the road. After pulling to a stop, he whips around and glares at her.

"Anna, geez, what? I could've really hurt us!"

"My bag, I forgot my bag!"

"So what? You want me to go all the way back for a bag? That's just stupid."

"It's the least you could do after this!" she throws the shredded scarf over his shoulder, and stares at him. Guilt coats his face, and he turns forward again, whipping the car back towards the school. The atmosphere is tense and quiet, and they soon pull up outside the school, Andrew's face sad and hurt. "I'll be back soon, I know where I left it." She hops out of the car and goes running for the bench, smirking to herself.

"She always knows exactly what to say," Andrew grumbles, and strokes the scarf on his shoulder before smiling darkly, "she is most definately my sister, tricky little devil."


Anna-Beth finds her bag easily, and sits back on the bench, taking a moment to relax. She really wanted to test and see how well the two would get along, and plus, Andrew could use a little work with other females. With a sigh, she relaxes on the bench and looks around, her mind wandering back to earlier that day, mentally cursing herself for not thinking to leave Charles with a way to get hold of her besides school. Already feeling mischevious, she weighs her options.

I could go to the dorms...no, I'd look like a stalker...I could just leave my number here? No, no, somebody else might find it... she sighs and curls up on the bench, staring up at the sky and the fading sunlight.

"Haha, I was just kidding~ It's not really a crazy adventure. Just an adventure!" The petite mistress laughed, heading down the path. She seemed to have a little skip to her steps. Out of all bad that happened today, she felt like this was the most fun and relaxing part of the day. The greenhouse garden was just so peaceful, she'd definitely come back here again, and of course, being her butler along. Not only because they had to be together almost all the time, but because she thought that he really seemed to like it here.

Katherine stopped, turning around to face Daileass. "Huh? What is it?" She titled her head to the side slightly, being curious as to why they stopped. "Ah! I suppose it would be logical and less of a hassle if I had your number. She then looked at the paper he was holding. His number already on it. Wow, he's very prepared for such occasions like this. She blinked, holding her gaze at the small piece of paper. "Well, it's a good thing you had it handy." She smiled, looking back up at him.

"Oh, it's alright. I'm sorry I acted badly towards it. I guess, what I'm trying to say is, I don't have very good people skills either. I come off bipolar to people I think. I'm pretty sure you have noticed by now. So, I guess we both have kind of have bad social skills, you a little more than me, but we can work on it, together." Kat then looked down at the paper that Dail had placed in her hand. With a little smile, she neatly tucked the paper away in her pocket. "Okay! Wait up!" She hurried after him.

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Daileass Taveon
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“Hurry up miss, as I am not preparing myself to carry you,” Dail muttered quietly, mostly in attempt to get the girl to shift herself a bit more while they walked. “More likely, I’d drag you.” That being the truth, of course. Why carry a thing that could be dragged, so easily?

“I only have bad social skills, as it’s put, due to lack of wanting to be social. That’s all. Being a kid, I often got away with ignoring others, but now as I’m older, it seems more as an offence to be rude, surprisingly,” Dail quietly spoke with slight thought. He truly was an anti-social child, out of his own desire above most things. But now, here he was, being social. Amazing. “But yes, you do seem like a bipolar type. Though fortunately, I’m sure I can handle you. After all, I will not put up with childish tantrums, nor anything else that… annoys me.”

As they left the area and ventured further outside towards their destination the butler fell silence briefly, allowing a degree of calmness between them, before continuing, “We should come back to the gardens sometime, since you seemed to enjoy yourself,” A slight smile formed his lips while speaking, obviously knowing it may have been himself who truly had the most fun, per say. “I mean, you did seem to have fun. Perhaps that Eliab boy proved more… capable than I thought.” He teased a little, smirking.

“Anyway, this room you wanted to see? What‘s so special about it?” Dail questioned, rather bluntly. He was quite the perfectionist, and rarely left any detail out. “Since I’m being so nice to accompany you, I think I should know some… finer details, of this room. Hm?”

The blush was gone when Anna-Beth suddenly went frantic about her bag. After a small argument, Andrew decided to turn around and head back to the school. Once there, Agatha heard him say, "She always knows exactly what to say. She is most definitely my sister, tricky little devil."

The half-Greek girl shrugged. If this was usually how the twins got along, she would have to get used to it quick. It was not that hard for her, though. Agatha dealt with some rather bitter people when volunteering for the Orthodox Church in Athens, and even more bitter folks when news came about involving the political feud Greece is in with Turkey. All the labels and hate speech she heard sort of numbed her to the bitterness of other people.

"Well, it looks like Greece and Turkey all over again, I suppose," she muttered, mostly to herself, but she was loud enough for Andrew to hear.

Andrew turned and looked at the girl Anna-Beth had abandoned in the car. She looked sad, and muttered something about Turkey and Greece, which made him curious.

"What do you mean?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her, "What's wrong?" Realization washed over his face; she was uncomfortable from his sister and him arguing! "No, no, see, we aren't always like that, Anna and I! We get along really well, and I love her to death, it's just..." he sighs, and stares out the window, "today's been a very stressful day."

Agatha became curious after Andrew's explanation. She had the urge to ask why, but decided against it, thinking it may involve the two boys she saw with Anna-Beth. She was not about to put herself in a situation where she would have to lie. Instead, the half-Greek girl gave a simple nod and said, "I see..."

Eliab was alone in his dorm. He picked up his Bible from his backpack and started reading. This has been quite a day, has it? I mean, it started off rough, but got better with time. That may have been the easy part, though. Ah, just read! After he finished the book of Exodus, the yankie fell asleep.

"I'm...sorry if we upset you. That's not what either of us want. Can we start over? New introductions and junk?" He held his hand out her and smiled charmingly, "My name's Andrew Anderson, it's a pleasure to meet you, miss."


Anna-Beth tiptoed around the boy's dorm building, fighting herself. Go inside, and what? Look like a stalker? Or stay out here and chicken out, like she always did? Risk getting in trouble, or risk not speaking to Charles for the rest of the year? If Andrew saw her being friendly with such a guy, he'd definately start a fight. He was too protective. Hopefully he'd relax if he had another girl to worry about. Steadying her breathing, she placed her hand on the door and pushed on it gently.

((Yes, I've decided Anna-Beth IS that creepy >:3))

The half-Greek girl smiled. "Agatha Amaranth! The feeling is quite mutual!"

Charles was in the lobby, in a half daze from what happned. As he noticed the door opening, the red-haired boy wondered who that would be. It was Anna-Beth. He instantly felt uneasy. Oh, ****! What do I do? She is probably going to be mad at me for... He calmed himself before deciding to take it like a man and walked to where she could see him. You brought it on yourself, Charles!

"Great! I wish you luck in helping take care of my sister, you'll need it!" he joked, and smiled broadly at her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, having another girl around.

Anna-Beth blushed, seeing Charles appear before her, and her knees instantly grew weak. Would he get her in trouble, call for a teacher? Would he call her crazy? Swallowing her fear, she strode forward, hands curled into fists, and stopped a few feet from him. She swallowed nervously, took a deep breath, and looked him straight in the eye.

"Here," she squeaked, holding out a small scrap of paper, "this is...my home phone number, if you decide you ever want to call me. Just...in case, y'know?" The formality of the tiny girl's speech had slipped with her escalating nervousness, and she was trembling visablly. "I'm not crazy or anything, I just...wanted to give you that."

Agatha let out a small giggle. "What could possibly go wrong?"

Charles' eyes widened as Anna-Beth grew timid while walking forward and holding out the paper. "You mean... you're not mad at me for...?" He reluctantly took the paper with the number. You could see the confusion and fear in his eyes as he blushed. Nevertheless, he hugged her to calm her down. "I... was a bit rash with that kiss, was I? I was worried that you'd hate me for that."

Andrew smiled, and rolled his eyes, "With my perfectionist of a sister? Don't even ask." He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and stared out the window, getting curious by now where his sister was. "How far away was her stupid bag?"


"Rash is...interesting, when you're life has been spelled out for you since you were small. Rash is nice. And I think it's completely impossible for me to hate," she giggled, hiding her lit up face in his chest as he hugged her. She had no idea what to do, but...this was nice, no plan, just being.

Agatha began to wonder what was going on with Anna-Beth, too. I wonder if... that would be a long walk... She was silent as she thought about it.

Charles grinned halfway. "I know how that feels! I'm in the same vote!" He cleared his throat. "I've... never been this... close to a girl, before, let alone kissed one! I mean, before, I was a bit carefree, but, now..." The red-head placed a hand at the back of Anna-Beth's head, the hair soft like a pillow. "Now, I feel as if... well... it's hard to explain!" He let go, realizing the time. "I think Andrew may be wondering where you are, at this point." He kissed the blonde on the cheek. "See you tomorrow, sweetheart!"

Andrew popped open the door and stepped out, eyes narrowed, "I'm gonna go look for her. I'll be back." He strode away, path set; he had a nagging feeling he'd find her somewhere she shouldn't be.

Anna-Beth bit her lip, closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. She quickly pressed her lips to his, taking the inititive to kiss HIM this time, then pulled back, smiling shyly. "I can be rash too," she squeaks, and runs out the door, almost banging into her brother.

"What were you doing." His voice was cold and suspicious.

"Oh, I was giving something to someone who needed it." Not exactly a lie, but Andrew didn't like it.

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"You scared me, I got pink."

"Anna..."

"Did you leave Agatha in the car?"

"Oh, um...yeah?"

"...you're a dweeb, Andrew." She smiled, grabbed her twin's hand, and scurried back towards the car, dragging her twin behind her. The taller blonde boy turned and glared at the building once more, before relaxing and giving up. They clambered back into the car, silence between them, and boosted off again. Anna turned and threw Agatha an apologetic glance.

"Sorry, we're a bit scatter-brained. Looks like you've got your work cut out for you, huh?"

Agatha shrugged. "Not any worse than what I went through before." It was true enough. She had to deal with some people who proved rather difficult when she volunteered at the Orthodox Church. Politics were among the many annoyances that bothered her in Athens, especially involving the feud between Greece and Turkey.

Charles was taken by surprise when Anna-Beth pressed her lips to his. That shock turned into bliss, though, as he closed his eyes, treasuring the moment. His eyes remained closed as she pulled back and said, "I can be rash, too." That remark put a smile on his face. Whoa... He did not bother to say anything as Anna-Beth ran out the door. When the red-haired boy stepped inside his room on the third floor, he pressed a finger to his bottom lip. That was... amazing!

"Would you tell me about Greece?" Anna-Beth asked, cupping her chin in her hands suddenly curious about Agatha's past. "I've always wanted to go there!"

"You've always wanted to go everywhere, Anna."

"Oh, hush!"

Agatha tried to think something to say about Greece. "Well, it does have a ton of islands. Most of the mainland consists of mountains, which kind of makes it difficult for agriculture. As for Athens, the city is rather lively at night, though I usually did not go out."

"Oh, that's a shame! Why not?" the small girl pouted, and tilted her head sideways, growing increasingly curious. Her brother rolled his eyes and continued to drive, humming softly under his breath.

Agatha shrugged. "I was normally tired, by sunset, from all the volunteer work. Besides, I never was a party person." While she did not lie with that answer, the half-Greek brunnette had no wish to mention the awkwardness she felt from the number of boys who would flirt with her whenever she did go out. All that attention brought to her made her feel uncomfortable to the point where she did not want to go to social gatherings often. They always made her wonder if the compliments were innocent or meant to seduce her.

"I go to parties all the time," Andrew huffed, "they're nothing special. There was supposed to be one tonight, but I didn't want to go." Anna-Beth stared at him, envy in her eyes.

"I'm never allowed to go to parties, Mother and Daddy say so. They say that teenage parties are not places for me to be, they're crude and ridiculous. They LOVE having me at THEIR parties, though." Suddenly, an idea popped into her eyes. "Andrew, Andrew! Take me and Agatha to the party! Please, oh, please, oh, please! You want to go, don't you, Agatha? If anyone bothers you, Andrew will beat them up!"

"No, Anna-Beth."

"Oh, Andrew, please! We can sneak out tonight, they'll never know! Agatha, do you want to go? Because if you don't, I won't go either." She stared hopefully at the small Greek girl, and grinned, "My brother can't say no to TWO cute girls begging him!"

Agatha expressed indifference. "Well, if I'm the maid, I go where you go, so it makes no difference to me."

"If you won't have fun, I'm not going to make you go," the blonde smiled and shook her head, "it's rude and thoughtless of me to ask that." Andrew grinned, and looked at the girls in the rearview mirror.

"How about this," he suggested, "we go for an hour, just to test it out. If you aren't having fun, Agatha, you can hang out with me. I'll make sure noone bugs you. That sound alright?" He grinned at her, and pulled into a long driveway, a large manor house visable on the hilltop. Pulling the car into a small building off to the side, he steps out and opens the door for the girls. Anna-Beth slips out and nudges her brother with a smirk.

"I'm gonna run ahead and talk to Daddy about Agatha being my maid, ok? Come up when you're done talking!" With that, she bolted out of the garage and up towards the house, smiling slyly. She was gonna MAKE Andrew get along with her!

Andrew cocked an eyebrow as his sister left, but chuckled and offered Agatha a hand to help her out of the car. "She's an odd one, my sister."

Agatha smiled at how gentlemanly Andrew was being, placing her hand in his as she got out of the car. "Thank you!" I wonder what Yia Yia would think of this. I will keep quiet about the part where we go to the party, surely. I do not want Anna in trouble with her parents.

He started walking towards the house, keeping his pace slow and leisurely, obviously not wanting to walk into the building. The tall boy looked at the Greek and smiled tightly, trying not to betray his discomfort.

"So, does hangin' with me sound like a good enough plan while Anna's off playing Party Girl?"